A literotic sexstories: Kialis Finds A Human Mate by OverAndOut ,
Lauren awoke to a glowing morning. The summer breeze gently danced about the lacy blue curtains in her room. While she normally would have been asking about patients’ insurance at the hospital, today she had the day off. Rare as it was for her, she had perfectly planned to do nothing. Her partner, Jake, had gotten up early to get to his job as a construction worker.
“I love you, baby,” he had said, lightly kissing her on the forehead as she lay half dreaming.
“I love you, too,” she had mumbled back.
With that he put on his boots and left, leaving her curled in the dark. She missed him when she had woken up, but that was normal. The only thing better than a day off was a day off with him. Lauren stretched. Her pale arms reached to the headboard, while her pink painted toes made for the foot of the bed. They couldn’t reach.
“Mmmm,” she squealed.
Lauren was a petite woman of 23. Her opal hair wrapped thickly around her wider than average shoulders. She had been a swimmer in college and still, twice a week, made her way to the gym. Today, however, she had nothing to do. For a while she lay in the comfort of flowery sheets on a queen sized bed, basking in the sun dripping through the open window. Birds talked back to barking dogs, whose owners desperately shushed them. She scrolled her phone. The white numbers read 7:34. Nina had texted her early in the morning.
“Do you know where the UB-04s are? I think someone moved them,” Lauren read.
“I put them in the upper drawer on the right in the back, that’s where Lisa said to put them for some reason,” she replied.
After a few minutes the edges of her phone lit pink.
“Thanks! Should I put them back in the same place or…?”
“Yeah, Lisa wanted them there, I’m not gonna argue.”
A thumbs up popped up. With this, Lauren decided she it was time to get up. She slipped from the sheets and landed on the dark wooden floor. It was cool on the soles of her feet. Her fingers scratched at her side as she walked to the bathroom to pee. There was no need to turn on a light. She wiped and pulled her blue panties up muscular legs to her subtle hips. She thought about getting dressed, but decided against it for laziness. Panties and an over sized t-shirt would do for breakfast. Lauren walked to the kitchen, underwear working its way between her cheeks, dimpled lightly with cellulite. Soon she had a breakfast of oatmeal and some toast sitting for her at the black table with a steaming cup of assam sending spirals of steam into the air to watch her from above. The sounds of eating and sipping filled the kitchen. One leg stretched out beneath the table while the other hugged her chest. She read a book as she ate.
The morning wore on in quite the same relaxed fashion. Lauren had finished and done her dishes and now sat sideways in a lounge chair reading her book. Movement flickered in the corner of her eye and she whipped her head towards it. Her deep brown eyes peered across the room. The shadows under the shelves of a bookcase stood still. Goosebumps pricked up.
“Weird,” she said to no one.
It was enough discomfort to get her moving. She closed her book, not before putting an old business card from a locksmith into her page, and got up. In the bedroom her t-shirt found its way to the floor, revealing her breasts. Stretch marks sagged along them as they were large for her size. They swooped like ski slopes. The goosebumps had left her nipples standing at attention towards the ceiling. Lauren didn’t particularly like them because, as a swimmer, they had gotten in the way. The girls that mocked her in middle-school were no good memory, to boot. She had decided she was going to go to some thrift shops on the downtown mall, an older part of town. She tapped her pink lips with one finger.
“What to wear….”
She put on a white tank top and a pair of peachy denim shorts that her ass fell out of. Looking in the mirror she wasn’t happy and definitely needed a bra. She grabbed her breasts in her hands and squeezed them.
“Ugh!” she said, looking in the mirror.
It was obvious she needed clothes that she could change easily since she was going to try on new ones. She decided to keep the shorts with the bottom of her cheeks out and a light blue blouse without too much in the way of accents. Looking in the mirror, movement again caught her eye. Beneath the bed she thought she’d seen something shift, but the dark lay motionless a her gaze. She shivered. Lauren thought back to a horror movie she and Jake had watched some nights ago and decided she was being silly. Even still, it was time to go. White ankle socks found their way onto her feet, followed closely by matching sneakers. One last glance in the mirror and she was satisfied. Makeup was something she only did for work. Her time in athletics had showed her that it all washes away anyhow. Lauren had nicely trimmed eyebrows that came to a point at her temple. Her small nose rested slightly askew and perhaps a bit upturned on her round face, but most found it to be a cute feature. She had never struggled for romantic partners. With that, she grabbed her phone, keys, and card holder and left the house. Inside something shifted and slipped through an unlit window into dark hedges.
It was a short walk to the cobblestone street that held an odd array of restaurants, shops, and offices of varying de***********ion. Couples hung on each others’ arms, children held their parent’s hands. It bustled and bobbed, people going this way and that.
“Hi!” she said at passersby, giving them a dimpled smile.
“Hey, how goes it,” some replied.
Others simply nodded and smiled. She knew men would turn to look at her butt and loved to catch them by looking over her shoulder. They always looked up quickly and quickened their pace. Lauren didn’t think herself a tease, but liked to be noticed. Most do. Trees planted every 20 feet or so provided shade to the patrons. Wind rustled through dark green summer leaves. She wandered into The Thrifty Hog, a boutique thrift shop full of cute clothes and strange art.
“Hi there, I’m Amy, let me know if I can help you with anything,” said a woman at the counter.
“Thanks, I’m just looking for right now,” said Lauren.
The sound of footsteps outside was muffled by the racks of clothes. It was quiet inside. She found a pair of pants that were too long, but the waist might fit. Draping them over her arm, she continued browsing. Hangers clattered as the slid over metal rails. Another pair of pants, burgundy corduroy, joined the first on her arm. A white blouse with flowers embroidered on it followed, then a pastel pink crewneck shirt. After a few more, she had enough items to try on.
“Is there a fitting room?” she asked.
“Yeah, I have to unlock it,” said Amy, opening a drawer.
She came around the cash desk.
“Oh, I’ve had my eye on those red pants,” she said.
“As soon as I saw them I had to try them on,” said Lauren.
“They’re only $40, too!”
“Not bad.”
With that she opened the slatted white door to a tiny fitting room. A rack of clothes rustled.
“If you need anything, just holler. I can let you know if they suit you, too.”
“Thanks!”
Lauren took off her clothes and, still wearing her blue underwear, wiggled into the first pair of pants. They were tight on her thighs, but hugged her hips well. She rolled the bottoms to see how they looked in the mirror, they could always be hemmed. For the third time a flicker caught her eye. This time her eyes found the edge of the door, which was seated without touching the wall. She bent to look at it closer and ran her finger along the seam, finding nothing out of the ordinary. Lauren continued to change in and out of clothes, but kept an eye on the door. Trying on the last combination of pants and top she decided to get the woman’s opinion. Not because she wanted it, necessarily, but because she figured the woman was bored and it was something to entertain her. She opened the door and went out.
“Hey, what do you think?” she asked.
She wore the pastel pink shirt with a pair of eggshell blue slacks. Her shoes were in the dressing room.
“Hmm, suits you.”
“Not too pastel?”
“It’s definitely a lot of pastel,” laughed Amy, “but I think you look nice.”
Amy looked her up and down again.
“Are you a swimmer?” she asked.
“I was, how come?”
“Well, my cousin, Jessie, is a swimmer and you guys are built just about the same. Pastels are definitely hard to pull off, but something about having some muscles makes them feel less artsy, you know?”
“Hmm, I guess I get that.”
Lauren looked in a mirror and struck a few poses.
“They make your butt look great,” said Amy honestly.
Lauren laughed, “Thanks, I thought so, too.”
Amy smiled.
“Okay, well I’m gonna change, but I think I’ll take these ones,” said Lauren.
“Sounds good.”
Lauren went back into the little room and closed the door. She took off the shirt and put her blue blouse back on. Far to much blue now, she thought. The buttons on the pants came undone easily and she slipped them off, bending over. Something grazed the back of her thigh and she jumped forward. The pants around her ankles tripped her and she fell against the mirror.
“You okay in there?” asked Amy.
“Yeah, just tripped taking the pants off,” said Lauren.
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