About an hour later the door to my room opened, I turned to see who it was. The man was standing in the doorway, naked. His penis hung limp over his testicles, descending between his legs. I went to stand up but he spoke.
"No, don't get up, you're fine where you are," he said closing the door behind himself and turning on the light in the room.
"Wow, you are really put together. Those guys that made you did an incredible job," he said looking at my breasts.
"Thank you," I responded.
"We've decided to call you Tami. You're to respond to that title, do you understand?" he asked.
"Yes, I'm called Tami."
"Good," he said, still staring at me.
I noticed his member extending slightly, as he looked at me. It moved to the left and right without him touching it, slowly bouncing a bit. I smiled at him watching it move. It had an effect on my body to view it, one I'm sure was built into my programming. He noticed me watching, grinning as his penis continued to move and harden, but he didn't say anything.
"I'm called Tami, the woman is Mandy. What do I call you?" I asked.
His eyes opened wider, like he was surprised I had spoken. He answered, "My name is Theodore, but you may call me Ted for short."
"Ted, very well, Ted," I said sitting with my hands in my lap.
His penis was halfway erect. Sticking straight out from his body and bouncing at a regular rate upward. My mouth began to water and I felt my clitoris growing between my legs. I remembered how he taught me to touch it and I remembered how Mandy had sucked it while I watched. The memories sparked my body's reactions to seeing it get bigger and harder. I waited for him to say something more or give me instructions.
He walked toward me, his member bouncing as he stepped. It was erect now; I could see the underside of it and the V in his head. I saw large veins showing on both sides, giving it texture and shape, since it was directly in my face now, at eye level. I could smell him, and once again the programmed response to his musty odor turned me on. My pussy, as he called it, moistened and quivered from having his penis so close to me. Looking up from it I saw him smiling, he was staring at my erect nipples, another reaction to his smell and penis.
He reached forward, cupping my left breast in his warm hand. The sensation sent chills through my body, making both nipples harder still. His touch electrified me, even more so than when I touched myself. This was the first time the humans had touched anything besides my hands. It was wonderful and only increased as he gently squeezed my breast and ran his palm across my erect nipple. A small gasp escaped my mouth as the pleasure coursed through me from his touch. His penis was throbbing with the first signs of the clear liquid appearing in the slit. He pinched my nipple, and I moaned louder, shuttering from the rush.
"They are real breasts, no implants at all," he said. "I wonder how they got them to be so perky and still this big?" he asked squeezing it again.
I didn't respond, since it didn't seem like he was asking me. Instead I moaned again, smiling at him.
"Man, your face, hair and eyes are gorgeous, do you know if they patterned you after a real human?" he asked.
This question was directed to me; I searched my memory for a suitable answer and found something. "I'm patterned after no individual, but from thousands of hours of research on what human males find attractive in females. I'm the culmination of this research," I said, repeating verbatim what my memory banks had stored.
"Damn, money well spent," he said touching my lips, cheeks and hair.
"Thank you," I responded.
"Please stand," he said.
I stood up. He moved the chair out of the way and walked behind me, looking at me carefully. I could see where he was looking from his reflection in the mirror. He studied my bottom, legs and back, and I think his member hardened more.
"Don't be afraid, I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to pick you up and feel how light you are," he said.
I nodded, feeling his hands touch my buttocks and suddenly I was in the air, leaning my back against his chest.
"Amazing, you feel exactly what I would expect a woman your height and build to weigh."
He held me in the air for a bit, lifting me up and down about six inches, like he was trying something. He then set me down on my feet and spun me around. He was quite a bit taller than me since I was designed to only be five foot four.
"Perfect proportions, you're exactly symmetrical. I can't see a single difference from the right side to the left," he said, admiring my naked form.
He looked around the room, then shook his head and took my hand, saying, "Follow me, we need to find a more comfortable place."
I followed him out the door, holding his hand. The house was dark, but he knew his way around without turning on any lights. I stayed close to him, as he led me into another room and closed the door. When he turned on the lights I saw a sofa, in front of a large projection system. I knew it was a digital hologram arrangement, from my data banks.
"Have a seat," he said, motioning to the couch.
I sat down, the leather sofa was cold on my naked flesh, sending chills through me and hardening my nipples again.
"I figured I could show you some holographic porn, so you could learn that way what humans like. Do you understand?" he asked.
"Yes, holographic porn is digital holograms of humans engaged in sexually explicit acts. My viewing of such things will be stored in my memory and can be reenacted upon request," I responded.
"That's what I thought," he said turning on the projector. "Now let's see, I need to find one with just a couple," he said.
In the air above the consul were images. He was flipping through them trying to find the one he wanted to play. His penis had slightly softened, dropping a bit from my room. I waited on the couch, with my hands in my lap. It was warming to my skin and my nipples were returning to normal.
"Ah, here's a good one," he said selecting an image.
He set the remote down, and sat next to me as the hologram began to play. It projected a three dimensional image of a room with a woman sitting on a bed, dressed in black lingerie. She looked life like in the image, as if I could reach out and touch her.
