Allan could still remember watching on the grainy, black and white tv as the aliens landed in their silver saucers.
And today, nearly twenty years later, he was in one of them.
He looked around the shining, sterile white. Smooth surfaces on everything, not a hard corner to be found. Even his chair had a distinct egg shape. Screens bulged from the walls, alien script cascading down like green rain. He forced himself not to fidget, though his new suit felt painfully stiff in the room of smoothness, a faint glow seeming to come from every surface. Amazing stuff. How he longed to study it.
Of course, a part of that passion had been why he'd been accepted in the interplanetary exchange. Only the most brilliant of humans in the peak of their lives were selected to journey to Venus and behold the alien civilization that had contacted man, a meeting that had overshadowed the moon landing that occurred but two years before the saucers touched down, and those green women in shimmering silver descended the ramps to meet the leaders of the world.
So much had changed since then...
He jerked upright as a piece of the wall slid away with a whooshing sound, and a Venusian walked in. He was struck, as ever, at how short the green alien was. Maybe reaching his stomach in height, she more than made up for it in curves. Her green breasts were firm and plump, capped with golden disks, a girdle of silver like shimmering tinfoil riding her hips. Pearls of the same white material as the walls were strung around her neck and wrists. Her hair was long and black, and her eyes large and sparkling with motes of gold. She flashed a smile, and Allan felt a wave of blissful joy wash over him as he looked at those shining eyes.
Of course, she wasn't the first Venusian he'd seen. Every show on television had one as a star. Their lovely green forms plastered on every magazine cover, and filling more than half the centerfolds. Celebrities. Stars from the stars! People couldn't get enough of those gorgeous emerald women and their sparkling eyes. You almost couldn't escape those wonderful eyes.
"Allan!" she said happily. "So here's our handsome hunk of human. My name is Gallia Xyverjan. Lovely to meet you!"
"Lovely to meet you too miss... uh..."
She giggled, a sound that made his cock twitch against the prison of his pants. "Silly! You can just call me Gallia. I'm to be your liaison when we land, but I just had to meet you in person before that! And I gotta say, you look much cuter than your file photo," she said, her shining eyes winking at him.
Allan felt heat rush to his cheeks. Look at him! Blushing like an undergrad. "I um... th-thank you."
"Brains and a hot bod! I can see why you were chosen," Gallia said as she swayed closer, her hips swinging lazily, her soft, black lips smiling. "Top marks at university. Engineering. Electromagnetism. Astrophysics. You're the whole package, aren't you?"
"Well, I mean, I don't mean to brag..."
"Please! Brag away," she said with another dazzling grin that made his breath catch. "Here, mind if I take a seat?"
"O-of course not. I-"
The rest of what he'd been saying escaped in a gasp as Gallia plopped onto his lap with a delighted giggle.
"Thanks! Oooh, nice and comfy!" she purred, wriggling in his lap, her ass pressing down on his hardening cock. Allan sucked in a breath. Please don't notice. Please don't notice...
Much to his relief, she didn't seem to. Instead, she was leaning against him, humming happily while she shifted her weight atop him, her breasts so soft against his chest. "Mmm. Yeah. Real good. Reeeeal good. Hope you don't mind. I know you humans can be touchy about close physical contact."
"I-I don't mind," Allan gasped.
"Good boy," Gallia crooned. "I can see we're gonna get along just fine! And I can tell you're gonna be super popular on Venus."
"I-I will?"
"Sure! All the girls there are just going to love you. Of course, they won't see too much of you. I might have to monopolize you a bit."
"I um, I see. That's-"
"And I want to take this opportunity to explain a few things for when we land."
"E-explain?"
"Yeah," she said, her voice dropping to a throaty purr as she tilted her head, her eyes sparkling, shining, drawing him in. "You don't mind, right?"
"Of... of course not," Allan breathed, staring into the golden motes of her eyes. "Not at all."
"Good boy," Gallia said, her voice seeming to surround him. Fill him. "I'm so glad you decided to come. And let me have the first crack at you. Mmm. I can see you're going to be a wonderful stud."
"Y-yeah," Allan breathed, blinked. "S-stud?"
"Oh sure!" Gallia giggled. "Did you really think we needed the best and brightest human minds? Nuh uh! Our science is already soooo far beyond yours, it's almost funny. We don't need super smart boys on Venus. In fact, what we need is sexy... dumb... studs..."
