Bodok looked through the kitchen area and began arranging cooking implements then proceeded to wash the vegetables.
“What are you doing? Let me do that, you did all the hard work today.”
“As did you,” he protested. “What you achieved here is no less work than what I did. And it seems Ahzma is rather taken with you. She asked many questions and seemed to genuinely enjoy your company. For one of her sort, that is rather impressive.”
“Her sort?”
He paused, searching for the best, most tactful words. “She is of those we regard as lower caste. Not for reason of birth or education, but because her kind tend to have few scruples in the pursuit of currency. They are hard to befriend, so you must have made quite the good impression on her.”
“I don’t know about that. We just talked, is all.”
“Then you talked well. In any case we arebothsurvivors. It falls upon us to support each other.” He gestured to the utterly foreign kitchen area. “Have you ever utilized any of these implements?”
“Well, no. It’s analienkitchen, obviously.”
“Then allow me to support you in this. I would also greatly enjoy preparing us both dinner, if you will not be put out by it.”
“Put out?” she said, thinking of all the men she had dated and counting on one hand those who had ever cooked for her. “Oh, I’m not put out. Please, by all means.”
A little grin on his lips, he turned his attention back to the task at hand. Maureen watched, learning the way the different utensils and cooking implements were used. Some, such as knives, were the same as back home, but others used fascinating tech to cook, cool, or blend items without the noise and mess of Earth devices.
The meal came out quite well, especially given the limited resources Bodok had to work with. He attempted to apologize for not coming up with something more interesting, but Maureen silenced him with a deep kiss that left both of them reeling.
She realized that while they had come incredibly close to fucking their brains out, they hadn’t actually kissed before. The cart was certainly before the horse, but she was changing that now, and with great delight.
Bodok pulled back from her, a blazing look gleaming in his eyes. He took a deep breath, then another. “I will clean the dishes. Then a good bathing is in order.”
Maureen put her hand on his, caressing it as she stared at him with unbridled desire. “You go on. You did the cooking. I’ll take care of this.”
Satisfied with the equality of the suggestion, Bodok nodded once and rose from the table. Maureen felt herself grow wet at the sight of the bulge barely contained by his trousers. Apparently, the kiss had affected him as much as it had her.
He hesitated, then pulled her close, his hand cupping her cheek as he bent down and kissed her once more. His tongue darted out, meeting hers, grazing her lips and sending fire to her loins before he finally stepped back from her.
Maureen was almost giddy watching him walk into the other room, admiring his perfectly chiseled ass as he pulled his trousers down and stepped through the doorway.
A fire was blazing inside her, making her pussy ache and threatening to soak her panties.
She had never washed dishes so quickly in her life, and mere minutes later they were all clean and drying on the counter.
Maureen stripped as she walked, a trail of clothing leading to the other room, which she entered naked as the day she was born.
Bodok’s back was to her, his thickly muscled body glistening with water flowing from the nozzles above the drain. His shoulders and arms rippled as he scrubbed his beautiful cobalt-blue skin, washing away the day’s sweat and grime.
Maureen didn’t hesitate. Not after what she had learned from Ahzma. This was as safe as could be.
She strode right up to him and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her breasts into his back, his heat making her erect nipples tingle and send sparks of pleasure far lower.
He shuddered as she held him tight, her touch making his hot skin erupt in goosebumps. She held this power over him. Her. A girl from Earth making an alien Adonis quiver with pleasure.
She smiled. He hadn’t seen nothing yet.
Her breasts against his back made her nipples sing with sensation as they slid along his body. Maureen’s hands rubbed across his eight-pack abs, tracing the hard lines of the muscles, moving slowly lower and lower until her fingertips reached the root of his manhood.
She bit his shoulder just as she wrapped her hand around his shaft and squeezed. Bodok’s body convulsed slightly, involuntarily moving in utter bliss.
She began stroking his length, pumping his cock in her hands, feeling it grow completely rigid to her touch, the head swelling up thick and hot. A small trickle of sticky pre-cum trickled from the tip. Maureen ran her hand over it and incorporated it into her movements, using it as natural lube, her palm and fingers caressing every inch of him with each long stroke. Her other hand slid to his balls, cupping them gently, teasing them, feeling them pull tighter against his body as his arousal peaked.
She slid that hand upward, clutching his chest, pinching his nipple hard as she pulled him close to her, the jerking of her hand growing faster. Bodok grunted, spinning around in a flash, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her in for a frantic kiss.
