“Into the kitchen,” she said, pointing to a room through the door on the immediate right. I walked in the direction that she showed, ducking through the doorway to avoid hitting my head as I stepped into the small room. I lowered her to sit on the edge of the table that stood in the center of the room.
Taking a step back, I watched as she pulled off her coat, letting it pool around her in a puddle. She turned to look at me, wrenching her eyes away and lifting a hand to cover her eyes as red flooded her cheeks.
Oh. My nudity. There was a cloth over the back of a chair, so I grabbed it and gingerly held it over my straining cocks. It was barely big enough to cover me, but it should help ease her worry over my nakedness.
“I am covered,” I said.
She spread the fingers that covered her eyes, peeking through and letting loose a small squeak as she stared at my crotch. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. That is an obscene use of a tea towel with a cartoon Santa on it.” She shook her head. “I need to find you some clothes.” Her words showed she wasannoyed, but the small grin that tugged at her rosy lips suggested to me otherwise.
Perhaps her species was technologically basic, but definitely still very intelligent.
I was done for. She was perfect.
I went to spread my hands, but quickly jerked them back into place to hold the towel when she gasped. “Yes,” I agreed, using both hands to keep my cocks out of her sight. “That’s probably a good idea.”
Her eyes slid down my body and then jerked away quickly before closing her eyes. She took a deep breath before pushing from the table to balance on her good foot. Using the chairs, she hobbled across the room to switch on a primitive heater. She hobbled back to the table, steadying herself with a hand pressed to the battered wooden surface.
Her eyes flicked to mine, and then away. “The farmhouse is a little old, but it was my grandmothers. I don't like to change things,” she said, fingering the edge of an embroidered towel draped over the back of a chair. “She hasn't been gone long, and I miss her. Keeping things the same… well, it makes it seem like she is still here. I know it seems a little silly?—”
“Not at all,” I said, shaking my head. “I know exactly what you mean.”
She smiled, looking up at me, and this time it reached her eyes. Brown eyes, the deepest saturated hue of rich fertile soil. Completely unlike anything I'd seen before, as people of my race all had very pale eyes. Mostly green and blue, with the occasional purple. But never brown. And never as deeply saturated as her eyes.
The most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.
She broke away with a nervous laugh, turning to hobbletoward the door. “I think I have some old work clothes of my grandfather’s that might fit you,” she said over her shoulder. “Though he was considerably shorter than you, so I can’t guarantee it.”
I trailed behind her, barely managing to not hit my head on the low ceilings. How people lived in these houses I did not know, as my people's houses had much higher doorways and ceilings.
I watched as she opened a cupboard and began rummaging through its contents. “Here we go. I think these might fit you,” she said. She turned, holding a bundle of fabric toward me.
I took what she offered in one hand, using the other to keep the cloth in place. The clothing was worn, but in good condition, the fabric soft in my hands.
“You really can't…” She cleared her throat, looking somewhere over my shoulder as she flushed. I enjoyed seeing her cheeks take that hue. “You really can't go around naked. It’s too cold.”
I stifled a laugh. It wasn’t as if I made a habit of walking around with no clothes on. I'd never been to the home world of the Gnaggarrian Empire. But, from what I'd heard, it was an inhospitable place, where my ancestors had evolved to endure a much colder temperature than this. For me, this was a pleasant evening.
She must be very sensitive indeed to find this cold.
If it made her more comfortable for me to wear clothes, I would do it. I turned away, putting my back to her and dropping the clothes onto a chair.
A gasp had me turning to look over my shoulder. Her eyes were fixed on my tail.
“I'll just leave you to… get dressed.” She hurried from the room, closing the door behind her.
I stared at where she had been. No tail. She did not have a tail. How strange.
Not strange, just different.
I unfolded the bundle of fabric, shaking the items are loose. There appeared to be a pair of trousers in a stiff pale blue fabric, and a garment designed to be worn on my torso, similar to shirts I was used to.
Shrugging, I pulled on the trousers, which were a little snug but still able to be done up, although my ankles were exposed, the hems coming halfway up my calves. My tail I had to squeeze down one leg of the trousers, there being no tail hole, the tuft at the end sticking out the leg of the trousers. I figured I could cut a hole later, but I certainly couldn’t sit down like this.
Then I pulled on the torso garment, finding that I quite liked the soft fabric against my skin, despite how it strained against my back and arms. I couldn’t do up the closures on the front, no matter how I tried, as the fabric wouldn’t meet in the middle. I shrugged, deciding it was better than nothing.
I opened the door, ducking into the hall to find the woman waiting for me. Her eyes widened as she looked over at me, this time not trying to avoid any part of me. I was strangely pleased to see how her gaze lingered on the muscles of my chest and abdomen.
I wonder how I compare to men of her species.
