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- 6
- LADY IN RED
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- When I regained consciousness, I could still feel the imprint of that
- wonderful, supple body against mine, the memory of her wet cunt clasping my
- even now still erect cock. I could even feel her juices still on me, barely
- beginning to dry up. But she herself was missing.
-
- I looked around me, noticing that the paralysis was lifting and that I was
- slowly beginning to regain some small measure of control over my body. I was
- as weak as a baby in all those muscles that normally are controlled by the
- will, but I could at least turn my head and shift around slightly.
-
- When I looked toward the control panel at my right, I could see that both the
- green and the blue woman were hard at work at the instruments. Apparently some
- maneuver required the coordinated efforts of both of them.
-
- There wasn't much to see outside the window now, just pinpricks of light in
- unending darkness. I looked at some of the instruments and controls, but was
- utterly unable to understand their function. What kind of a spaceship was this
- thing, anyway? The wall with the window was curved, and the angle of the other
- two seemed to indicate a possible "saucer"-shape. Always my favorite model for
- imaginary space travel. But if it was a flying saucer, this thing was _huge_.
-
- And what method of propulsion was used? I couldn't feel any acceleration,
- except that I seemed to have my normal weight, as far as I could tell in my
- weakened condition. Did this mean that we were accelerating at a constant one
- G? And what did that mean as regards speed? What was it, 9.81 m per second
- squared? For how many hours? Or did the steady one G mean artificial gravity?
- There was no way to tell.
-
- Was there only this one room, or were there any doors? I turned my head to the
- left to have a look. Yes, there was a door at the far end of the room, at the
- tip of this slice of the saucer. But that wasn't what caught my attention. Just
- ten feet to the left of me was another couch, and there was somebody sleeping
- on it. A very female and very naked some body. And this one was red. Glowing,
- burning, intense red.
-
- Did these people come in all colors? And how can I possibly find words to
- describe such a body? Full breasts, slim waist, and wide, inviting hips
- doesn't even start to cover it. How can any words convey the sensuality of the
- details, the firm smoothness of the abdomen, the silky softness over firm
- muscles, the perfect curvature of her breasts, the exciting pledge of secret
- pleasures conveyed by the form of her pubic mound, with its triangle of dark
- red hair at the juncture of her long, supple legs.
-
- And that red color, so intensely erotic, making her look like the perfect demon
- of love, capable of torturing a man for an eternity just by never fulfilling
- that promise which was so generously extended by her body. She lay on her
- side, facing me, so that I could study her at leisure. The triangular shape of
- her face, with its high cheekbones and perfectly arched eyebrows added to the
- perception of impishness, but was contradicted by an air of peaceful innocence,
- like a sleeping child.
-
- My gaze lingered among the short, dark red curls of her hair, caressed her
- smooth cheeks, lightly stroked her chin, followed the sensual curves of her
- lips... And then she opened her eyes, huge and black as glowing coals, and I
- fell into a universe of endlessly burning fire.
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