I was headed back to my car, after making a quick stop downtown to take care of some business when a very attractive young woman bumped into me and held on to my arm to keep herself from falling. She was gasping for breath and looked as if she were about to pass out. I helped her over to a bus stop bench and sat her down. "Are you alright? Do you want me to call for help?" I asked.
"Please," she gasped, "take a breath, hold it, then blow it into me." When I had held my breath long enough, she pressed her lips to mine and sucked it out of me. "That is a great help," she said, with a heavy accent, "but once more would be better." On the next breath, she lightly placed her hand along side my head and moved herself closer to me, making it seem more like we were kissing. When we were done, she made no effort to move away but just looked up at me with her beautiful green eyes.
Needless to say, I felt somewhat turned on by the exchange. "Can I take you anywhere? Do you need a doctor?" I asked.
"I have what I need at my vehicle. Could you transport me there?"
"No problem," I said as I helped her to my car, which was only a few spaces down. "Where are you parked?"
She indicated the direction and I pulled into the traffic. By the time we reached the first light she was gasping for breath again. Without a word, I inhaled and held it as I leaned over towards her. I placed my hand on her narrow waist as I pressed my lips to hers for her to take in my spent breath. When she was done, her lips lingered momentarily before she drew back and I noticed her scent of herbs and flowers, which was quite intoxicating. "You give me much pleasure with your help," she said with a sigh. She didn't know the half of it. I was getting quite turned on from the strange activity.
After traveling about six blocks, my mysterious passenger pointed out a tall parking garage and said, "On the top." I drove to the roof level and parked next to the only rig up there, which looked like a custom van of some sort.
I helped her out of the car and she looked me over in a strange way. "Can you converse with me for a time?" she asked.
"Sure, I'd love to," I said.
"I am Xantrophicanflas Mi Yornis, but I am called `Xana.'"
"I'm George Schatz, but everyone calls me `Geo.' You have an unusual name. You're not from around here, are you?"
"My home is Vlexa. I believe that our sun is the third one over," she said, pointing towards Orion's Belt. "I am here to learn why your world has two forms of people, one shaped like us and the other shaped like you."
"There aren't many here shaped as exquisitely as you," I said. I followed her over to the van but felt somewhat apprehensive about climbing in. "What is it that you want to know?" I asked as the side of the vehicle irised open.
"Normally, we do not make contact with the people of a world, but when my nasal canisters failed, it was either make contact or perish. We need more carbon dioxide than your atmosphere provides. Because your metabolism differs from mine, your spent breath contains enough of it to sustain me for a short while. It is the process of pressing our lips together that I want to study." She stepped up to me and kissed me hard, pressing the full length of her voluptuous body into mine. Instinctively, I put my arm around her and pulled her closer. "Yes, that is it," she breathed. "It creates an illogical sensation within the body. We must study this further, come." She took my hand and pulled me into the van.
The interior of the van was more spacious than it looked from the outside. Xana offered me a seat on a beanbag looking thing that flowed out of the wall. As I made myself comfortable, Xana started to peel her clothes off. "I cannot understand why your people confine themselves in these bindings," she said as she fumbled with her bra.
I stood up and unlatched it for her and was surprised to see that she had no nipples. She turned and smiled a silent thank you then started to roll her panty hose down. When she sat and pulled them off of her feet, I noticed that she didn't have a pussy either. Her sexual features were like a department store mannequin. "You can remove your bindings if it would make you more comfortable," she said. "I have to take this off, and I'll be right back." When she turned and stepped to the back of the `van,' I did notice that she had an amazingly full, well-shaped ass.