Blind Date

by Misty Vixen

  BLIND DATE

  by Misty Vixen

  Blind Date takes place in a futuristic setting. Humanity has settled among the stars and discovered another dozen or so alien species living out there. Several decades have passed and humanity has, with a fair amount of success, settled into the galactic community. However, despite a fairly healthy attitude towards sexual freedom and liberation that evolved over the past several hundred years, most humans are very uncomfortable with the idea of interspecies sex and romance, thus it is a large social taboo to date or sleep with an alien. Despite this, there are those who shrug off the social contract and love how and who they want to love.

  This was so goddamned stupid.

  Why, why did he ever think that this was a good idea?

  Robert sat in a booth at a small corner cafe that sold sandwiches and soups and wondered if perhaps he should just leave, because he figured there was a good chance that he’d been stood up. And that wasn’t an entirely unreasonable thing to do, he supposed. What if he woman he’d gotten paired up with was just as anxious as he was? Or maybe decided she could do better than a blind date? This was a stupid idea.

  As he started to finally come to the conclusion that he should leave, because it was fifteen minutes past the set time, and then the door opened. Robert looked over at it, and all his thoughts ceased.

  When he had signed up for the human/alien pairing site, and had opted into the blind date portion of the site, they had asked him which kind of alien women he would be okay with dating, and which he preferred not to.

  He had chosen three.

  The xenians, with their milky white skin, petite frames, glowing white eyes, and tech-studded bodies, had certainly caught his eye over the past few years.

  The cyvits, who were basically cat-people, were also very nice to look at, and he’d often found himself wondering about what it might be like to be naked and in bed, making love with a woman who had soft, warm fur.

  But he had secretly been hoping for a dysil.

  And the woman who was coming in through the door was not only a dysil, but honestly a stunning example of dysil beauty.

  Dysil, as a lot of the more conservative human types liked to point out, looked like demons. The women, specifically, were likened to succubi. Especially considering that dysil tended to be very physical, affectionate, and often outright sexual people. They loved very freely. All of these factors combined and made him really, really like dysil women. They were rare in his colony though. It was a mixed colony, but not only was most of the populace human, everyone else were either xenians or cyvits.

  Part of him felt guilty at putting all this emphasis on physical appearances, but at the moment it was literally all he to go off of right now. He knew nothing about her except for her name. But he was happy to spend time getting to know her.

  It occurred to him, suddenly, that she might not be his date. Robert realized that he was projecting, she could be here for some entirely other reason. But she looked dressed up, like a woman on a date, and she was looking around the diner for someone. Her eyes fell on his, and as they stared at each other, she smirked.

  The smirk became a smile as she began to cross the diner.

  He continued staring at her, and felt very much like a creature caught in overwhelmingly brilliant headlights. There was something almost predatory in her smile, like she’d seen something that she was going to consume.

  What the hell did that mean?

  Was it good or bad? Was it something that didn’t translate across cultures? No...he’d seen human women with that look before. Not looking at him, per say. Now that this mysterious dysil woman had locked eyes with him, she crossed the diner immediately, making calm, confident strides towards him. Oh please let this woman be his blind date.

  “Hello, Robert,” she said.

  “Hi, Selena,” he replied, trying very hard to get control of himself again and at least try to pretend like he wasn’t completely floored.

  Selena sat down across from him in the booth. She looked insanely hot the small black dress she was wearing.

  It showed off a lot of cleavage.

  And she had a lot to show off.

  Her beauty was, he realized as he studied her face, enhanced by some expertly applied makeup. Her brunette hair was shoulder-length and down, framing her face. Two little black horns, polished and gleaming, stuck out of her forehead. And her skin. Her skin was a bright, vibrant orange tone. It looked beautiful and smooth and flawless.

  “I’m sorry I’m late,” she said. “I...lost track of time,” she admitted sheepishly. “I was watching something, got really into it.”

  “It’s fine,” he replied. “I, um...you are so beautiful,” he said, feeling stupefied by her beauty, by his own lust and desire.

  “Thank you,” she said. “You’re pretty cute yourself. What’s say we order?”

  “That, uh...that sounds great,” he replied.

  Robert had to get his shit together. This was a date. He didn’t have a great deal of experience with them, but he at least knew some of the basics. Keeping up his end of the conversation was supposed to go a long ways towards making a good date. Although the diner was kind of hole-in-the-wall and simple, (she had suggested it in their very brief conversations over the net), it did at least come with a tabletop holographic menu. They each picked their meals.

  “So, tell me about yourself, Robert,” Selena said, smiling at him from across the table.

  Even her smile was amazing.

  “Well...huh, I guess it’s kind of embarrassing, now that I think about,” he murmured.

  “Why?”

  “I don’t have much of a life.” God, he was fucking this up. Five minutes in and he was fucking this up. He could feel panic and frustration setting in. You were supposed to be impressive on first dates, but there was nothing impressive about him. How did he ever think he could make something like this actually work?

  “Robert,” Selena said, her voice a bit more serious now.

  “Yeah?”

  “I want you to try and relax. I can see a lot of inner turmoil going on right now. You’re young, and I’m guessing you’re very intimidated by me and this setting. Am I right?”

  He laughed nervously. “Yes. Very.”

  “I understand. I want you not to freak out. I’m not going to judge you poorly or unfairly. You don’t have to be amazing. You don’t have to impress me. I’m honestly just looking for an easy, fun night.”

  He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Several thoughts came to him, wanting to question her, figuring out if she was meaning something else, if there was some other meaning behind her words, but...no, he stopped those thoughts, with a bit of difficulty. No, he was going to take her words at face value, and trust what she said, and act accordingly.

  “Okay,” he said. “Thanks.”

  “You’re welcome,” she replied, her smile returning. “Now, you were saying?”

  “Oh. Um. My life. Well, I’m a...I guess, you could say technician. I freelance designing websites, running IT maintenance for a few local businesses, and working on a few pieces of software and apps I’m planning on trying to sell.”

  “Okay, that all sounds pretty awesome,” Selena replied. “It sounds like you have quite a life.”

  “Well, I mean, I spend all my time by myself or working. I live alone, I don’t really have much in the way of friends, I don’t really go out a lot. My free time is taken up by...” he hesitated. Would this even be worth bringing up?

  “By what?” she asked.

  “Well, I’m kind of...designing a game.”

  “A video game?”

  “Yeah.”

  “That’s so cool! Why would you hesitate to bring that up? That’s like what you should freaking lead
with,” Selena replied.

  “Well, I mean, video games are pretty common nowadays. Lots of people play. But there’s a difference between ‘I play browser and app games’ and ‘I spend hours alone in a room designing a video game’.”

  “Well, I think it’s cool,” Selena replied firmly.

  Their food came after that, and they began eating. As they chatted in between bites, Robert began to actually relax. Selena was very personable, very fun, and surprisingly flirtatious. There were certain things that people kept private about their profiles, to certain degrees. If you wanted to, you could post more cryptic answers to things.

  Both of them, it seemed, had chosen to do so for their ages.

  He’d posted his as Under 30. And Selena was Over 30.

  Him being twenty two, she was at least nine years older than him. But he thought she was older than that. He had an idea that she might approach or even pass twenty years older than him. Hell, maybe even twice is age. People’s age was a lot harder to determine nowadays. Humans tended to live well over a hundred now, and they retained their youth through most of it through a combination of genetic manipulation and cosmetic surgeries and another half-dozen technologies meant for such a thing. Middle age was considered to be something that happened to you in your sixties or even seventies now.

  It was harder to discern for aliens, because they all had different signs of aging.

  Selena had that kind of strange paradoxical appearance of looking young, maybe around his age or a little bit older, except at the same time she seemed like an older, mature woman. And he imagined that sometimes, when you were looking at her, you saw a young woman, sometimes you saw a hot older mature lady.

  It was strange and also strangely alluring.

  Robert had always had a serious thing for older women.

  She told him some simple things about herself. She was a bit of a free spirit. She’d moved to this colony about a year ago, after living on a terraformed moon, and before that she lived on an island community, and before that a space station, and at one point she’d spent six months as a hostess on an interstellar cruise ship. He felt more and more intimidated as the conversation continued, and found himself listening to her tell stories more and more often as they kept talking past their meal, but Selena also had a very comforting presence.

  It was a bizarre but not unpleasant experience.

  “Okay, how do you feel about a walk?” she asked suddenly. They’d been sitting in the booth for about forty minutes now after having finished their meals. Plenty of time for the food to settle, and the bills had already been paid.

  “Sure,” he replied. He’d actually planned for this part, because he’d made sure to think ahead, to the next part of the date. “There’s a park near here that’s very nice. I think it’d be a good place to walk through.”

  “Take me there,” she said, and they got out of their booth.

  He hesitated for a moment, then he offered her his hand. She took it immediately, favoring him with a warm smile, and laced their fingers together.

  His heart began beating a lot faster and harder, but he made himself calm down. Robert started leading her out of the diner, towards the park.

  …

  The park looked even better than he remembered.

  Or maybe that was because he was holding hands with his date. His blind date for the night. Selena, the mature, insanely hot dysil wearing the tight, tiny black dress. She was holding his hand, their fingers laced together, and for some reason that he was not able to put into words, even in his own mind, there was something very intimate about that.

  And he really liked that feeling.

  “So I was curious...why’d you pick non-humans?” Selena asked.

  They’d been walking in silence for a little bit now, following the path that wound through the park, between copses of trees and alongside a little artificial river that eventually let out into a koi pond. He wondered when she was going to ask that.

  “Well, I...like aliens,” he replied.

  “Why? I mean, I’m not judging, obviously, cause so do I. I was just curious as to why. It seems to me like humans...” she hesitated, then trailed off.

  “Humans what?” he asked.

  She sighed. “I don’t want to offend you.”

  “Try me,” he replied.

  She looked over at him, as if trying to determine whether or not he was serious, or perhaps whether or not he could take it, then pressed on. “It seems to me that among all the races in the galaxy, and I have, um, extensive experience with all of them, the humans are the most, uh...xenophobic.” She paused. “No, wait, scratch that. Okay, technically speaking, the kai and the avix are far more xenophobic, but they are so xenophobic that ninety nine percent of their races never leave their space, and the ones that actually do choose to go out into the galaxy are really cool, so I don’t really count them. And while I think xenians are a close second, humans still edge them out for that top contender...sorry if I’m being a bitch.”

  “No, it’s fine,” he replied quickly. “You’re right. You’re pretty much totally right. In my experience, my own race has had the most difficulty with acceptance of other species. It sucks. I mean, I...” he hesitated now.

  She smiled. “You what?”

  He sighed. “I feel like I’m one of those people rushing to their own defense with a resounding cry of ‘I’m not a racist because insert generic, useless statement here’. You know?”

  “It’s okay. I don’t feel like you’re a racist person, unless you are hiding it really well, and I mean, at that point, does it matter? Yeah, it sucks if someone has shitty thoughts, but everyone has shitty thoughts. What we say and what we do are what really matter. But so far, you are treating me great. You’re having natural conversations with me, you seem to respect me not as an alien, but just as another person, another being.”

  “That’s what I was going for, I guess. I mean, really, I’m not sure what I’m ‘going for’ because this all feels pretty free-form. Honestly, the thing I’m really ‘going for’ is showing you a good time,” he replied.

  She stopped and he stopped with her. They were in a small, almost enclosed space, the peripheral of the place mostly covered by bushes.

  “You’ve been doing a great job so far, Robert,” Selena said. “I’m having a really good, really relaxing time. And because I tend to believe that good behavior should be rewarded, and because I like to tease and entice, I have a question for you.”

  His heart began hammering in his chest. “Uh...okay, what is it?” he replied.

  She smiled. “Would you like to see, and touch, my breasts, and make out with me?”

  “Yes. Definitely yes.”

  Her smile became a smug smirk. “Obviously,” she said, and then reached up and pulled down the straps of her dress.

  “Whoa, wait, right here?” he asked, looking around.

  “Right here,” she confirmed. “Don’t worry, public nudity isn’t illegal and we aren’t doing anything sexual. I don’t care if someone sees me naked and hey, if someone does come across us, you get to get seen making out with a hot, older alien chick.”

  “I...well...okay,” he said, and then it really didn’t matter anymore because she pulled the front of her dress down and her breasts tumbled out.

  “Holy God,” he whispered.

  They were the best breasts he’d ever seen in the flesh. And because they were real and right here in front of him, he thought that that made them the best tits he’d ever seen ever, including the no doubt hundreds, if not thousands, he’d looked up online.

  “Don’t be shy, touch them,” Selena said quietly.

  They were big, and firm. She had to be a triple-D cup. Her bright orange skin was a little brighter here on her breasts, and her nipples were small and pink and so, so sexy. Swallowing nervously, his dick now an almost painful erection straining against his pants, Robert reached up and laid his hands on her breasts.

  “There’s a good boy,”
she whispered. “Do what you want with them.”

  Robert hesitated a bit longer, then began to squeeze and grope them. He’d only ever been with human women before, and even then, only two of the relationships he’d had had gotten serious enough that they’d taken their clothes off around him. Neither had been anywhere near as busty as Selena was. Good lord, her tits were amazing.

  She let him squeeze and massage and grope, seemingly content to just let this happen. Oh wow, he could feel her nipples against his palm.

  He looked back up at her. “I want to kiss you now,” he said.

  “I’m not going to stop you,” she replied quietly.

  His heart really hammering in his chest, he let go of her breasts and stepped closer to her, staring into her eyes. She was as tall as he was. That didn’t really register until right now. He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. She immediately responded, hugging him to her, kissing him deeply and making soft, happy sounds of pleasure. It was like paradise, kissing her. It was an intense rush of excited jittery wonder.

  Especially when she parted his lips with hers and slipped her alien tongue into his mouth.

  It was different from a human’s tongue. It was a little narrower, and there was definitely a strange, but not unpleasant, taste to her. Robert found himself hugging her back, then sliding his hands down and settling them on the swell of her ass.

  She had a really big ass.

  He wanted to very desperately to see her naked, to fuck her doggystyle, to be driving into her over and over again, listening to her scream in ecstasy. Was that going to happen? This certainly seemed to point towards yes, if he didn’t fuck this up. Then again, he probably shouldn’t expect too much. Expecting sex rarely worked out well for anyone, it seemed. But he hoped for it, and would pursue it as politely as he could, all the same.

  Because fuck, he’d never wanted to have sex with anyone in his life as much as he wanted to have sex with Selena just then.

  Her tongue found his and she twisted them together, moaning louder now as he squeezed her thick ass. He eagerly twined his tongue back with hers, wrestling with it, mixing their saliva, tasting her. Loving every second of it.