Aliens on Holiday

Chapter 4 – Sunday Lake Day

It is a morning like all the others that came before. Dawn is breaking the shadow of night, highlighting shapes in the bedroom of a secluded cabin. Birds can be heard chirping from the treetops, voicing their songs of joy over the healing forest. Even with the lack of traffic of city life back home, there was nothing to give the impression that Annabelle’s life has changed. As far as she was concerned, having an alien piggyback her soul and body is normal in her circumstance. After all, she has accepted the existence of aliens easily and she has understood perfectly well what the Gomklou meant. Here, waiting for her silently inside her, was an alien. It didn’t bother her, just like wearing clothes did not bother her. It felt like an upgrade, not some unwelcome invader of the mind. He was a part of her now.

She managed a good morning between smiling lips and was greeted with what felt like a bigger smile. She knew she did not need to mention, nor thank the events of yesterday, because she knew he felt the same.

“I think we need to find a name for you,” she said softly. She sat up in bed, thinking of names that she knew, but none seemed appropriate. “But first, I think we need some breakfast!” She threw her duvet covers to the side, saw she was still sticky from all her juices, and changed plans by heading straight to the shower. With given access to her thoughts, the water remained just the right temperature for a long, relaxing shower.

Twenty minutes later, she was on the patio and started preparing a fire for bacon, eggs, and beans. With the help of her alien, she had toast and cold orange juice waiting for her when the food was cooked.

“Hmm…” she mumbled through a mouthful of egg and toast, “I like this deal we’ve got. I’m thinking of going to the lake today and have a tan. I don’t want people back home thinking I never left my cabin.”

She took another bite. The lake sounds good.

She chews her last strip of bacon while she stares out into the woods. Looking upwards, she doesn’t see a single cloud in the sky and the sun wasn’t too strong this time of year. “Yeah… we can visit the lake.” She gave access to her thoughts and he confirmed that he understood her. Shortly after she did not remember having had an idea for the lake, nor that she had provided him with the details.

“How about MJ? It stands for Mary Jane, which stands for marijuana, which in return is out of this world.” She changed her mind with, “No, that is too cheesy. What about Pow, short for Power? No, that is horrible. Al could work. Or Dave. If you want a good, strong Earth name, then Dave will work.” She fell silent as her mind wondered and pondered.

She went back inside after breakfast. In her bedroom, she picked out a skimpy swimsuit, a beach towel, and sunscreen lotion to take with her to the lake. Placing it in a big, colourful and cheap bag, she hangs it over her shoulder and walks back to the patio. The small trodden path leading to the lake was just opposite her back door. She started humming a tune she did not know and walked down the little lane.

The exercise felt great. She felt great – the sleep last night was some of the most relaxing she’s had. Walking on, she asked, “I’m thinking of things we could do with your power. Obviously we will have many great sexual experiences, but what about the big picture?” There are many bends in the path and it keeps her body occupied while her mind considers the ‘big picture’. There was no reply from him, for he is but a passenger to experience her life choices. “I know we can do anything we want, but does that include undoing anything we have done?”

Most things can be undone, yes. There are a few limitations, things that can’t be undone, but they are most definitely outside of your character, knowledge, and understanding. You could destroy the world completely and you’ll be left floating in space where it used to be – just for everyone to wake up in their own beds the next morning with a mild headache.

Annabelle is about halfway to the lake with just under fifteen minutes of walking left. Having reached this point, she put her bag down and took out her swimming costume. Feeling an unasked question from him, she said, “There are sometimes people in this area on a Sunday. I sometimes risk being naked here, but I feel a little embarrassed by last night’s events up in the air.” A reply from him and, “Yes, yes. I know. But being shy is still being shy. Maybe I’ll work into public things over time. For now, though, I just want a simple tan at the lake – finishing my holiday here with a cool breeze by the water and the sun giving me darker shades of tan.”

There is a coolness in the shade of overhanging trees, the sun only showing itself in patches here and there. She kept humming the tune she did not know until she reached the lake. The forest surrounds the lake, leaving about a ten meter stretch of bare earth around the perimeter of the lake. There is enough coverage all around to feel secluded, but there is also enough coverage around for hiding eyes. It was this dilemma which intrigued her. Often, not every time, she dared to skinny dip in the lake. Today, however, she doesn’t think taking the risk is worth it. “Is there anyone within walking distance?” The answer, she knew, would determine her choice of going nude or not.

There is a young couple camping about a kilometer away. It seems like they are preparing a picnic basket as we speak, although it doesn’t seem like a decent one. There are towels in their tent, but there is no other indication they will have their picnic here.

That settled it. It is a shame, she thought, because I really wanted to get rid of these tan lines. She did not forget her new powers – she just enjoyed being nude, but did not want to be caught. She did not just want to wish the tan lines away. Compromising, she said, “I will keep my bikini on, in that case. Besides, if they do come here, the bikini itself might be sexier for their imaginations. But I don’t want tan lines, so how about I keep my bikini on, but that does not block the skin underneath from getting tanned?” The access door to her thoughts was opened without effort.

Cool! You will tan as if you aren’t wearing anything.

Annabelle laid out her towel close to the lake, but decided to change a few things up. Barely a minute later there was a basket with two compartments, replacing the bag. She put her towel back into one compartment. The second compartment in the basket contained some snacks for later, enough to offer the other two as well, in case they do show up. Kindness, she reckoned, wherever possible, is worth the effort.

Waiting for her at the bank of the river was a floating bed of high quality. It seemed to be coated by some material that would prevent her skin clinging to the plastic inflatable. She climbed on wearing her new bikini. “I want a sexier bikini,” she asked just over a minute ago, “now that it won’t make tan lines. Make it whatever looks best on me.” Now, instead of some skimpy bikini she bought at the mall a week before payday, she wore a thin bikini top which pushed up her bust and made her cleavage look like the grand canyon. It was a strapless top and had little laces around the edges. The top is almost completely see-through, though there is a small water drop shape covering each of her nipples – they actually felt so soft and hugged her nipples comfortably. When the bikini bottoms were inspected, they were coloured a deep blue, just like the top, that suited her complexion perfectly. There were also little laces of darker blue around the edges of the bottoms, but there was no thicker material that covered her pussy like her nipples. At least it was not completely see-through.

Annabelle was drifting to her destination, the midpoint of the lake, when she was warned, The couple is coming this way. They’ll be here in seventy-two seconds. They were gliding closer to the edge that the couple would come from, hoping to greet them and make them comfortable.

There they are. She spotted them easily through the front rows of trees and shrubs. He was handsome, yes, but not really her type. He had dark hair, a few speckles on his cheek and nose, and of average height. She couldn’t quite tell his build, but he seemed average there as well. The girl clinging to his arm, neither noticed Annabelle yet, was looking up to his face while speaking with a grin. She had light brown hair, was about a head shorter than him, and just a little too skinny for Annabelle’s taste. But they were both still beautiful to her – she always found beauty in people during the first look.

They exited the forest and saw Annabelle almost immediately; he seemed disappointed, but then awed at her body; she seemed to not care that they aren’t alone and, Annabelle thought, she looked like she wanted to come and join her.

“Good morning, guys,” she greeted the couple. They seemed polite and after a few more pleasantries, she told them to go get some snacks if they wanted, because she had brought too much and hoped someone might come along to help her out.

They thanked her and made their way to her basket, but did not take anything yet. They set up their picnic close to her things, figuring they may as well because this lady on the lake was super nice. Annabelle kept drifting about on her new floating bed and remembered she had not applied any sunscreen. She took this opportunity to return to land and greet the couple properly.

Handshakes out of the way, she turned back to her basket, got out her sunscreen and placed it between her breasts. Then, taking out a pack of chips and three cartons of different juices, she went back to the couple and handed them the chips and a drink each. They talked a little while Annabelle was applying lotion to visible skin, taking in everything they had to tell her. At least she now knew he was called Eric and she Diana. Both kept staring at Annabelle, but Diana seemed the most brazzen of the two: she did not care that Annabelle noticed her staring.

Annabelle enjoyed showing off her body, especially when people noticed. She made sure, though, that neither could easily see her pussy through her bikini. I’m not ready for that much showing off… yet. She was getting a little turned on the longer she stayed within their ogling presence, so she went back to the floater and jumped straight on, making sure ‘he’ prevented her from falling over and in. Maybe I should have fallen in and let them ‘save’ me. It was an amusing thought, but, in the end, she is actually very shy.

“Hey,” she whispered when she was far enough away to not be heard talking to herself, “please get a pair of invisible hands to apply lotion to areas I haven’t reached. Take your time.” As she bathes in the sunlight a pair of hands started rubbing cool sunscreen lotion on her in the areas she did not reach before. The fact that she was on her back did not make the hands’ job more difficult – in fact, she found it much more relaxing, because it is more comfortable to lie down this way on this floating device than on her stomach just so they can reach her back.

The hands did spread the lotion, but they took on a different tactic when they finished applying lotion and began massaging her. The slow massage turned her mind to drift away as the day passed by. Now and then she could hear a giggle from the couple from the bank, clearly enjoying each other’s company. Bundles of tight muscles released their tension in her shoulders as the invisible fingers dug into them, making her sigh softly. To her delight, a second pair of hands started massaging her feet, keeping the same rhythm as those busy at her shoulders. She could feel herself drifting to the limbo between wakefulness and sleep. As the first pair changed their pattern and moved down to her back muscles, the second pair went to her calves. The massage did not last long, much to Annabelle’s dismay.

She spent an hour on the lake, basking in the sun. Now and then she could hear movement and giggling from the couple. At one point she could hear Eric say something to Diana about not wanting to do something now, with someone closeby. Annabelle asked her alien what they meant, and was surprised that Diana was feeling very horny and that Eric was too shy with Annabelle there, even with her back towards them and a little distance away.

Keep my back turned to them, maybe they will feel more confident if I don’t turn around to face them for a while. With that, she still drifted about the lake, but never turned around.

The sun has passed its zenith and is making a good way towards the western horizon. The air cooled a little bit. The couple has been making out for 10 minutes and Annabelle has turned a few times already to get an even tan. By her fourth rotation to give her left side some sun, Annabelle was enjoying the sounds of nature and the passionate kissing she could hear from behind her.

As if a dream had snatched her way, Annabelle saw water creeping up the float, though she was not sinking into the lake. She watched as the thin sheet of water surrounded her body, then collected into a puddle in front of her.

She did not panic and she didn’t care why she wasn’t bothered about what was happening. A tendril of water emerged from the puddle and moved towards her face. As it came closer, she could smell something sweet, yet musky, come from the water. She touched the tendril with her left index finger, noticed it was changing from warm to cold at random, and brought her wet finger to her waiting tongue. There was a pleasant tingle on her fingertip and on her tongue a short while later, added to the cycling warm-cold where the drop remained on her tongue.

The tentacle of water separated from the puddle, split in half, then the two pieces of water slid towards her chest. Each one chose a different breast and, as if there was no clothing, touched her nipples simultaneously. The tingling started shortly after contact, the change of temperature adding another pleasurable sensation. Slowly, each bit of water engulfed her areolae, finally spreading across both her breasts.

Annabelle turned to lie on her back again, the float rotating to keep her back towards the couple. She propped herself up, took off her bikini top, then hung it over the headrest of the float. Leaning back on her elbows, she watched the thin layer of water ripple from the base of each breast, up and up to her nipples, sending colder and hotter water with the ripples, while the rest remained in average temperature ranges.

She watched, mesmerized, at her hardening nipples and savoured each time the ripples reached her increasingly sensitive nubs. A warmth, then coldness, on her right thigh brought her attention away from her breasts. The remainder of the living water has started sliding up and onto her thigh. It moved down the other side of her thigh, squeezing between her two legs. Annabelle parted her legs slightly, figuring water did not need much room to manoeuvre.

The tingling on the sensitive insides of her thighs, combined to the heat treatments and tingling of her breasts, added to the sweet, musky aroma, had her feeling a wetness between her legs that signalled she was getting turned on. She reached under her bikini bottoms with her right hand, wanting to move the water closer to her pussy, but her hand just passed through the water with some tingling.

Resigned to the caress of the water, she layed down and surrendered further. Behind her, she could hear the couple stop their kissing and said something to each other. Her attention came back when the water between her legs slid up and moulded to her groin and pelvis. She giggled when the water pressed in between her ass cheeks, tickling softly with the tingles. At the same time, she wanted to gasp when the water soaked into the folds of her pussy, even up under the hood of her clitoris.

The tingling that followed brought a loud, unexpected moan from her, which she tried to quickly muffle. She realised she was too late, when she heard chatter behind her, followed by giggling, followed by more making out. From the sounds of it, they were getting more frisky, figuring Annabelle was distracted with her own masturbation.

Ripples of hot and cold tingling traveled, wave after wave, from her clitoris, then to the rest of her groin, and in perfect sync with her breasts. The delicateness of the water, its precision actions, soon had Annabelle moaning softly. She enjoyed the teasing of the water for about ten minutes, before she slid a hand under her bikini bottoms, adding tingling to her hand. The water did not seem to mind her hand going through it, as it continued doing its teasing without faltering.

With practiced fingers, she teased the opening of her vagina, keeping to the rhythm of the pulses. She could not handle much more, then deftly started sliding her middle finger into herself, spreading a thin layer of water into her. The hot, then cold, of the water felt amazing and she couldn’t help but moan a bit louder when she started fingering herself at a steady pace.

She could hear moans from behind her, but didn’t bother to look around to know Diana was giving Eric a blowjob. Annabelle arched her back when the water around her finger expanded, creating a thicker, longer finger for her to fuck herself with. Not knowing how and not caring, she knew she could move the water sleeve around her finger as if it was a part of her. She wasted no time and bent her water finger upwards, pressing on her g-spot. As she massaged her g-spot in all the right places, her clitoris started vibrating. She was close already, getting closer to orgasm when a part of her water finger split into two – one remained, by her control, on her g-spot, whilst her new water finger explored the depths of her pussy, until she reached her cervix.

With a loud moan, not caring if she’s heard miles away, Annabelle surged into an intense, wonderful orgasm. The water took over control, working her wherever it touched her, sending three more waves of orgasms through her body, each met with loud moans.

She was dimly aware of moans behind her as she was coming down from the final climax and, as if by chance, her float rotated so that she could see Eric thrusting deep into Diana. Eric shuddered for a few seconds, Diana moaned loudly and was pushing her hips up to force his cum deeper into her. Annabelle did not take her eyes off the couple.

Annabelle felt more than saw the water slide off her and return to the lake. By the time she was dry again, Eric had kissed Diana for a long time before sliding his dick out of her, already going limp.

Is Diana satisfied yet? Or do you think she wants to go again? Annabelle didn’t know why, but she wanted to watch Diana have an orgasm, though she is nervous they will see her and stop.

She is satisfied, having had two orgasms, but she wouldn’t mind one more.

Annabelle looked at Eric’s now-soft dick, and thought, I want his dick hard again, before I reach land, and without him seeing me. I don’t want her to think he got hard looking at me.

By the time Annabelle was three quarters of the way to the bank, with her top back on, Eric was hard and Diana had wasted no time to grab it and whisper in his ear.

By the time Annabelle reached land, Diana had pushed Eric onto his back and straddled him.

By the time the couple noticed Annabelle returning to her basket beside them, Eric’s cock was all the way in Diana’s pussy. They gave a start and were just covering themselves, while Diana tried to climb off his cock. Annabelle felt a surge of confidence and quickly said, “Guys, don’t stop on account of me! You probably heard my moaning from here, so you know I was in the same mood.”