When I came out of the bathroom, I found two naked blue women sitting on my bed.
Perhaps I should rewind a little and give some context.
My name is Craig and I'm pretty ordinary. I have an ordinary wife and two ordinary children. I live in an ordinary but isolated house in rural England and I commute every day into London to do an ordinary job.
I'm in my early forties and I look it, with thinning hair and an expanding beer belly. I'm not handsome but then again I wouldn't consider myself ugly. I'm of average height and of average build.
I was installed in the guest bedroom when my story begins. Normally I'd be with my wife but she'd had a cold and wasn't sleeping too well so we'd agreed that, because I'd have to get up early the next morning for work, I'd spend a night in the spare room so that I could get a good night. I didn't mind this at all as I could surf a little porn on the laptop and have a relaxing wank, just to help me to drop off of course.
So, after an ordinary evening, my wife and kids safely tucked up in bed, I brushed my teeth and used the lavatory.
And when I came out of the bathroom, I found two naked blue women sitting on my bed.
When I say blue women, I'm not talking smurfs. These were proper full-sized women who just happened to have light powder blue skin. The palms of their hands were a pale pink and their lips looked pink, albeit with a blue tinge. Just like a normal woman would look if she were, well, blue.
Oh, and they were perfectly stunning. One had long lustrous dark blue hair; the other's was shorter and spikier but also a dark blue. Their eyes were, you guessed it, blue and wouldn't have looked out of place on anyone. Their features were even and beautiful and similar enough for them to be sisters.
Their figures came straight out of my fantasies. Long graceful limbs, flat toned stomachs and heavy fat breasts with dark nipples that still managed to ride high on their chests. The wisps of hair that I could see between their legs matched that on their heads.
My first thought as I saw them was 'phwooooar'. Which translated means something like "fuck me, how hot are they?" Rather embarrassingly I became almost immediately erect, generating a tent in my pyjama shorts.
My next thought was "how would I explain two naked blue women in my bedroom to my wife?"
It was only then I got to considering why they were blue and why they were in my bedroom.
"Err, hello," I said tentatively, not having has much experience with attractive blue women or, indeed, attractive women. Or, apart from my wife, women.
"How do you do?" said the one with the longer hair. "My name is Avatar One." She smiled: her teeth were perfectly, thankfully, white.
"How do you do?" said the other one also, with a smile. "My name is Avatar Two."
"Err, I'm very well thank you. My name is Craig," I said politely and ridiculously calmly, considering the circumstances.
"We have come to visit you from our planet which circles the star Cerulea in the constellation locally named Cassiopeia," said Avatar One.
"Right. So you're aliens?" I said rather stupidly after a pause.
"Yes, although we would like to emphasise that we are here on a low-impact fact-finding mission and we come in absolute peace, that we mean no harm to your cattle and that we have no intention of probing your anus unless that is your specific wish," said Avatar Two.
"Err. OK. Well, I'm glad that's cleared up," I replied bemusedly.
But of course then it all clicked. I had to be dreaming. Admittedly, it was a fabulously detailed and realistic dream but a dream nonetheless. Maybe this is what all dreams felt like whilst actually dreaming; it's just that one didn't remember them.
Of course, I was dreaming. After all, here I was imagining blue alien avatars and only the week before I'd been to see the eponymous film about blue aliens and human avatars.
Immediately I relaxed a little. My mind turned to how I could encourage my subconscious to allow me to enjoy my dream as much as possible before it turned into something less pleasant, as often seemed to be the norm with my more erotic dreams. I realised that, somewhat obviously, I couldn't consciously control my sub-conscious so that I should just take things at face-value and see what happened next.
I continued, "So, if you're aliens, how come you're virtually human and speak English?"
"Technically what you see before you are biomechanical avatars being controlled remotely by our own bodies which are safely on our space-faring vessel currently in geosynchronous orbit. We have been studying your open information networks for a significant period of time and have been able to artificially create these two local-language speaking bodies with the aim of making them as outwardly pleasing and attractive as possible to the male part of your species."
I glanced down at the two sets of huge breasts freely being displayed before me. "I'd have to say you've done a great job with that. Although you are a little more blue than I'd have expected."
Avatar One cocked her head to one side delightfully before answering, "Blue? Ah, you mean the colour to the more energetic end of the electromagnetic spectrum visible to the naked human eye. We have had problems with colour. We do not naturally use the direct detection of electromagnetism as a sense and so it is possible we have erred in the levels of blueness used. We can rectify this in our next generation of avatars."
"So you don't use sight. What senses do you use?" I asked, sitting down at the end of the bed, intrigued with their lush azure bodies. They couldn't really effectively be robots, surely? They looked too real. But, of course this was a dream! They could be anything I wanted them to be.
"Our main senses are touch and taste/smell although we are also adept at neutrino-discernment. We are confident that these avatars will feel and taste/smell just like a healthy woman of twenty local-years. We would welcome your opinion," offered Avatar Two.
At last my sub-conscious was making the dream more interesting.
"I'd be delighted to," I said shuffling forward and reaching out to feel Avatar Two's lovely boobs.
Now normally I wouldn't have been quite so forward with a woman but this was, after all, just a dream. And of course this wasn't really a normal situation.
Two's tits felt as perfect as they looked. Her nipples were small hard buds against the palms of my cold hands, as I gently squeezed her large firm norks.
"They're just right," I said breathily, my cock twitching in excitement. I'd never been particularly successful with women and I'd never been unfaithful to my wife, although, too be fair, I'd never had any realistic opportunity. And, as this wasn't really happening, I was determined to enjoy it as much as possible.
I moved my left hand to have a good squeeze of One's breasts. They felt equally as wonderful although her nipples were a little bigger.
