Abductee: The Aliens Return 1.
If this is your first reading of my Abductee and Aliens stories, then I urge you to return to the original series, 'Abducted and Enhanced,' where as the saying goes, all will be explained in episode one. After that you can return here if you like, knowing it will now make a lot more sense.
The Return:
It was now three months since the night of my original alien abduction. The aliens had eventually left to return to wherever they came from, but I was advised that I should just carry on as if they were still here. The data was being downloaded, to what they never told me, but they would return at a later date to retrieve it.
I'd made the most of the wonderful new attributes they had given me, the powerful sexual pheromones I produced, which made women uncontrollably horny in my presence, my enhanced sense of smell, which helped me to know when a woman was, 'in heat,' plus knowing when her heart was beating faster with excitement.
The best of all as far as I was concerned, was the enhancement of my sexual endowment, an increase of 50%, which brought my average six inch cock up to just over nine inches, with a substantial pussy stretching increase in girth too. As if that wasn't enough, I now had an enhanced libido, which made sure I was always ready and in the mood for sex, with a virtually instant recovery time, and I'd certainly put it all to good use so far.
I still wasn't going mad with it and fucking every woman who was receptive, and that meant virtually every woman I met. However, I was being quite fastidious and selective about the woman I was making love with. They had to be a bit special, or have something quirky that caught my eye and imagination before I'd seduce them.
I'd already taken advantage of my enhancements to make love to all the fantasy women of my acquaintance. Women who I'd put, 'on a pedestal,' and always thought impossibly out of reach. My doctor, Samantha, my dentist Jenny, and her assistant, (a story for another time) a beautiful female church minister, etc.
You get the idea I'm sure, but there had been others, just beautiful, sexy women, like my hairdresser Althea. Ordinary young and not so young women, maybe not out of my reach, but lovely women all the same who may well have been prospective lovers in the normal course of events. However, the pheromones paved the way and made sure their seduction was very, very easy. One or two breaths of my super sexual pheromones and their panties were wet with arousal, and easily removed for our mutual pleasure.
I dreamed one night about Valsa, my alien, 'handler,' the woman who was my prime contact with the aliens. The one who was head scientist in charge of the project which I'd become a part of, and who had offered me the enhancements on the night I was first abducted. I had subsequently taken her by surprise a few weeks into the project and seduced her despite her assertions that her species was above all that. They had eliminated physical sex, centuries before, she told me. Well, maybe, but they still had all the right equipment, tits and pussies, etc, and it seems their bodies were still capable of responding to sexual stimulus, and oh boy, did she respond, and came back for more.
She was a beautiful dark haired, brown eyed beauty who looked Italian or Spanish, that stunning Hispanic look, and quite unexpectedly was now one of the most important women in my life. She loomed large in my consciousness for obvious reasons, and when she informed me that they were leaving but would return, I have to admit I knew I would miss her and her visitations. I say visitations because they weren't the normal, knock on the door, 'hello can I come in,' type visits. There would be a blinding light, often when I was in bed asleep, and she'd just be there. It was all a bit, 'X-files,' but exciting too.
I imagined her sudden appearance from nowhere and without warning was due to something like the transporter system we had all become familiar with in, 'Star Trek,' the TV series. I'd found it unnerving to start with, but after the first two or three times I had gotten used to it. Especially after we became lovers and she visited more fequently.
Well, as I said, I dreamed about her one night, and although she was an important figure in my life, I didn't normally dream about her more than any other women I knew, or the mundane daily happenings I was familiar with. However, this dream seemed a little more real, more immediate, and when I woke up I thought about it, wondering if she was letting me know by some telepathic way, perhaps implanting a warning of their imminent return. I promptly forgot about it as the day wore on and went to work as usual.
I dreamed about her the next night too, and then the next as well, and I knew in my heart that something was happening here, this wasn't normal. I hoped it was some kind of sign, and was quite excited about the prospect of seeing her again. So, when I went to bed the next night, I lay awake for some time, half expecting her to appear, but nothing, and I fell asleep eventually.
I woke up at the usual time, feeling quite disappointed at her none appearance and dragged myself out of bed, showered, and went into the kitchen to make some breakfast, and there she was, calmly sitting at the kitchen table. My heart beat faster at the sight of her, and she stood up as soon as she saw me, and came to me. We hugged, such a human type gesture, both of us smiling, and she looked happy to see me.
'Oh Valsa,' I choked out, 'it's wonderful to see you again. You should have let me know you were coming.' She smiled enigmatically.
'I did,' she answered, 'did you not dream about me?' I nodded, letting her know I had.
'Yes, I did, but I wasn't sure,' I replied. 'I hoped it was a message from you, but the jumbled up nature of human dreaming left a lot of room for doubt. Never mind, you're here now, and that's all that matters,' and I took her in my arms again, and kissed her. She kissed me back, but it was a light kiss, a lover's kiss to be sure, but a casual rather than a passionate one.
'Not now please,' she breathed, 'it's hard for me to think when we do that,' and she wriggled out of my arms, stepping back a little from me. Excellent, it seemed she hadn't forgotten our previous encounters, and her, 'not now,' sounded promising I told myself.
'We've downloaded all the data from your sensors, it seems you've been a busy boy,' she teased me, referring to my sexual exploits. I grinned what I somehow knew was a foolish grin, and she smiled back at me.
'I'm very pleased with what you've been doing,' she went on, praising my efforts. 'We're learning a lot about human sexual relationships. You're certainly adding a lot of fascinating information to our knowledge of the human race. Keep it up,' she said encouragingly.
