****** The Watchers by Ulyssa Kincaid ******
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The Watchers


"Look, Lyssa, do what you can to make Cole's birthday party memorable."

My husband's recently divorced best friend, Cole, a hunk who'd been living with
us for a while, had resigned himself to spending his birthday alone. To make
matters worse, my own Arthur, who had been planning Cole's birthday
celebration, was called out of town the day before to help track down an odd
energy drainage cutting into the state's largest electrical power grid.

"Invite some interesting guests or something. I should be back in two or three
days." Arthur, the electrical engineer, was being optimistic. That power grid
covered hundreds of square miles and Cole, the technician, was equally
disappointed at missing out on his chance to pick up some overtime and travel
pay.

"I can have a birthday party any time," Cole said. "How often do we get to
chase an electrical UFO?"

Arthur grimaced. "Knock it off. That was just some crank sighting. It'll
probably turn out to be some nest of squirrels or something." He kissed me
goodbye. "Now try to show Cole a good time, okay?"

Later Cole came out of his room to find a small birthday cake, a bottle of Asti
Spumonti, a card and a small wrapped gift on his desk.

"What's this?" he asked, his brown eyes glimmering.

"Happy day before your birthday." I shouted. I gave him a big sloppy kiss. I
could tell it had been a while since he'd been kissed as Cole began to respond
in an energetic desire until he suddenly broke free of my embrace

"Uhh...thanks." Cole blushed. "I'll be damned. Where is everyone else?"

"They'll be here tomorrow for your real party. But I thought I'd throw you a
surprise celebration the day before." I pulled out a book of matches and struck
flame to the end of the single candle in the center of the cake. "Go on, Cole,
Make a wish."

He smiled and nodded. Then he exhaled a quick puff of air over the cake and the
little flame flickered out.

"Did you get your wish?" I poured out two long-stemmed glasses of Asti
Spumonti.

Cole shrugged. "No, not yet."

As I handed him his glass, I raised mine in a toast. "Many happy returns of the
day. Here open your card." I handed him an envelope.

The text of the card read: "I think I know what you want for your birthday..."
as he opened up the card there was a picture of a semi-nude Hollywood starlet.
"...But she's doing a picture in Europe right now! Happy Birthday, anyway!"
Finally, in my handwriting, he read: "'There's an old Chinese curse--May you
get what you wish for. 'Love, Ulyssa.'"

I pointed to a small shoebox laying on the table top. "Go on, open it."

"I can't believe you went to all this trouble." He ripped the wrapping paper
off the small box and opened it. Out slipped a second and smaller box. "Oh no,
not this old gag..."

Yes, he saw that there was the inevitable third box--one smaller yet, but then
he stopped. Out of that last box came a drug store package of lubricated
condoms.

"Surprise!" I shouted.

"Lyssa, are you serious?"

I walked carefully into his arms and slipped my hands around his neck. With a
quietly passionate kiss, I whispered: "I warned you that if you weren't
careful, you might just get your wish."

"But we...I mean...you...can't," he blushed.

"Sure we can," I answered. "I just lost my bedwarmer to a flying saucer. Why
don't you act as his surrogate?"

Frustrated, he stood with his mouth open for a minute. Then Cole took my arm,
and swept me out the front door. "Come with me!"

"I guess I just couldn't do that to Arthur in his own house," Cole told me as
we took off in his pick-up truck. "I'd always feel as if the walls were
watching me."

I nodded. I almost told him that Arthur had practically insisted that something
like this should happen, when Cole said, "On the other hand, there's never been
anybody in my entire life I've ever dreamed of fucking more than you, Lyss."

My whole body tingled, and my panties were soon soaked. Let him wallow in the
guilt of his deception for a while, I thought, and I'll wallow in mine.

We drove out past the local electrical grid terminal onto the private beach
area owned by the power company. Lights seemed to play in the air around the
silent power station. But it was quiet. Cole, of course, carried keys to the
fenced in property.

Even totally naked, Cole was reticent. He undressed me hesitantly, treating me
like a breakable piece of crystal. Finally, I'd have none of that--I wanted all
of Cole length, breadth, and hardness.

My hands slid forward through the darkness to take hold of his erection as his
own hands plied at the buttons of my blouse and the clasp to my bra. Here a man
I'd known for years was fumbling over me in the unsure and nervously eager
manner of a teenager half his age. I massaged his midsection with my fingers,
coaxing his body to a near fever pitch of desire. I fell to the sand, pulling
him down on top of me. I knew I could accommodate his muscular weight quite
easily, and Cole perched his penis--glans and all--up against my moist and
welcoming cunt.

I felt him tremble atop me as he shimmied and nuzzled against the wet slit just
millimeters away from where he was perpendicularly poised. Now his tip was
firmly implanting itself, parting and pressuring the aching folds of my labia
with his probing.

"For God's sake, Cole!" I said, placing my hands squarely on his hips, writhing
and squirming until I had a firm clasp on his cock, and then I pulled him deep
into my hungry warm sheath. "I'm not going to break."

Cole sank sweetly and totally into the supple enveloping comfort of my body.
Here, driven by the intense need of his own deprived sex life, these past
weeks, Cole soon ramrodded deeply in search of his own satisfaction. His
pistoning organ now searched for all the hidden secrets and treasures which he
could root out from within my loins with his long energetic probe.

A long, throaty gasp left Cole's mouth signaling his imminent climax, and I
surged ahead to respond in kind. I needed the heady wracking grip of muscle,
brain and nerves that accompanied my orgasms to grab me and send me into orbit.
I needed the delightful togetherness that took two people beyond the reach of
the everyday and pushed them into the arms of eternity for a few short minutes.
Above our heads, shooting stars streaked across the sky like galactic sperm
racing to find a final home for fruition. Another bright light seemed to float
our way from the ridges of space, but I figured it was just a hallucination
driven by the intensity of my looming climax; so I tried to ignore it.

His masculinity rode the high crest of his impending orgasm like a surfer
scrambling for a large uncontrollable wave, and in just moments, as the lights
overhead intensified, we came together. His frustration kicked and banged
around in his head igniting a fuse at both the top and the bottom of his body.
In my case, I clasped the root of his passion deeply within my own wrenching
desire just as his body lurched and bucked with the shudder of his strong
climax.

Cole moaned, "Fucking wonderful."

"Oh, Cole," I gasped into his ear. "I'm coming again!" Once again my body was
wracked in the thrilling clutch of an intense orgasm.

Panting like mad, trying to catch my breath after the intensity of our fucking,
I opened my eyes to look up at the partly cloudy night sky. Suddenly I saw a
sphere of light move majestically across the lower sky, and then hover over the
electrical tower for a several minutes. One strange armlike appendage aimed
directly at the power plant. A second seemed to focus on Cole and me as if we
were targets in a shooting gallery. Before I could scream out a warning, I saw
that a three dimensional holographic image of the two of us making love on the
sand was being replayed on the mists some sixty or seventy feet high in the
night sky.

A loud speaker blared out our voices: "Fucking wonderful."

"Oh, Cole! I'm coming again!"

"Oh my God!" I whispered watching the enormous images play out overhead. "I
should've had my hair done."

Cole twisted to look up at the sphere. As he rolled off of me, the wetness of
his latex covered cock reflected some of the points of light hovering above.
"Looks like we're going to be in somebody's human biology exhibit on some
distant planet."

After he spoke a blue bolt of electricity seemed to leap like lightning from
the power plant to the sphere. Then with an explosive crack of thunder, the
spherical ship absorbed the lightning and zipped away so quickly that within
moments it was gone.

"That's the secret of the power drain mystery, Lyss. " He started to jump into
his clothes. "You and I both saw it. I can't wait to tell Arthur!"

"Excuse me," I reminded him. "I hope you're not planning to tell him exactly
how we happened to be in the perfect position to look up into the night sky?"

Even in the dark I could see Cole's face redden.

"C'mon," I said. "It's after midnight. Let's go back and celebrate your
birthday all over again."


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