My Wish - Time Guardians Book One (6 page)

"Now for the next phase," laughed Alana, reappearing with a cold beer in each hand.

"Aha—now this we have seen on TV," grinned Hari, popping the top like a pro.

"Perfect, Alana...just perfect," sighed Sami, putting his feet up on the coffee table and leaning back with a smile of contentment.

"Oh, we're not done yet," she laughed.

Within minutes a large tray of hot buffalo wings replaced the empty popcorn bowl. It was accompanied by fresh onion dip, cone shaped crackers, and an assortment of pretzels, chips, and cheesy nibbles.

When everything was settled, she stepped over the coffee table in front of Hari and Sami and wiggled her bottom onto the couch between them.

"Now we can really enjoy the afternoon together," she said, grabbing the remote and searching for her movie schedule.

"Ah—would this be 'Vixen Virgins' by any chance? We liked that one..."

"Or maybe 'Dilys' Dildo'?"

"Guys—no sex this afternoon, remember my rule." She bit her lip as she hit "Play" and watched their faces as "Aladdin" filled the screen.

They seemed unsure when the genie first appeared on the screen, but within moments the funny cartoon character had them holding their stomachs and rolling with laughter.

Tears trickled down Sami's face as he howled at some of the genie's antics, and Alana felt amazingly happy that she had been able to offer them this little respite from their duties. The food disappeared, the movie ended, several more crumpled beer cans joined their mates on the coffee table, and Alana found herself surrounded by two contented bodies with cheesy fingers and garlic breath as they channel surfed around the sports networks.

"Oooh—NASCAR," Sami pointed at the screen.

Hari belched quietly. "Heavens, I'm messy. My fingers are yellow." He stared at them with fascination.

Sami snickered. "Should have stuck to the hot wings there, Har, see?" And he held out clean hands, which he had spent quite some time licking clean of barbecue sauce.

"Alana, this has been a real pleasure for us," said Hari, turning to her with a huge smile. "We will be forever in your debt."

"Even if we can't remember it," added Sami.

A quick twist of pain caught Alana around the heart. Oh well, at least they were happy at this moment.

"We must shower off this cheesy stuff, though, before moving to tonight's lessons," Hari said thoughtfully, staring at the empty bowl of cheesy puffs. "I wouldn't want to get your delightful pussy all cheesy and yellow."

Alana couldn't help an anticipatory shiver as she absorbed his words. She cleared her throat. "So what's next on the schedule?"

"Tonight, Sami will continue your sensual class. I will be participating also as we will soon be moving to experiences that will mark your emergence as a truly fulfilled woman," murmured Hari.

"Oh. And we're going to do this, how?"

Sami smiled. "Never fear, Alana, we will guide you safely. But one moment, please. A good and courteous guest never leaves a mess for his hostess." With a wave of his hands and a few words, the living room became clean once again, and the empties magically appeared in Alana's recycling bin.

Awed, she looked around the room. "Can you teach me to do that?"

Both men turned to Alana and she could see the lights dancing in their eyes. "Maybe not that, but so much more, Alana, so much more."

With no prompting or touching, she knew she was in for another wild ride. A little voice inside her head whispered, "Oh, goody."

Chapter 6

"If you will permit me a few moments, Alana, I must fetch my supplies. Please allow Hari to make you comfortable while you wait."

"Supplies?"

"Come, Alana...all will be revealed shortly. Let me show you what I need you to do this evening."

"Bet it involves getting naked first," she muttered, keeping her fingers tightly crossed.

Following Hari into the bedroom, she watched as he rolled back the covers and arranged the pillows high on the headboard.

"This is where you will be seated for some of this evening, Alana. Would you care to make yourself comfortable?" He waved his hands and her clothes disappeared.

"Those were my good sweats, Hari. I'll thank you not to let the camel seller take them with your trash tomorrow..." Her eyes narrowed and she stared at him.

Hari had the grace to blush slightly. "I have simply transferred them to your hamper, Alana. And your
cushi
bell is on the night table."

Looking down, Alana rubbed her hand over her stomach, feeling strangely naked without the tiny chain and her tinkling companion.

Hari helped her settle into the pillows and she reclined slightly, as comfortable and relaxed as could be for someone who was eagerly anticipating having more and better orgasms with two adorable and handsome genies. Yeah, sure she was relaxed.

The tension built as Hari left her to return to his vessel. He shimmered blue and—poof–-he was gone.

Sami reappeared beside the bed holding a large bundle, which he placed on the floor.

Curious, Alana leaned over, but was blocked by Sami's body. Not a real hardship, she thought, seeing those wonderful rippling abs leading to his cute insy navel and beyond. Aaaah...beyond.

"Alana...Alana, sit up please," Hari's voice recalled her attention away from Sami's oh-so-fine cock, and she quickly sat up with a blush, realizing that Hari had taken his promised shower. His hair gleamed with moisture and was slicked back behind his ears. God, he looked scrumptious.

"Sorry. I just wanted to see what Sami brought."
Besides that wonderful dream tool sticking out of his crotch, that is.

Sami grinned. "Not yet, that would spoil things." He reached down and brought a length of crimson cord onto the bed. About ten feet long with enormous tassels at each end, Alana looked at it warily.

"You're not going to whip me with that thing, are you?"

"My goodness, Alana, bondage is one of our more advanced classes. You're nowhere near ready for that yet..." said Sami, in a slightly shocked tone.

"All we are going to do is give you these tassels to hold—like
so
—"

He tossed one end of the cord to Hari and they both lowered the bulk of the crimson silk behind the headboard, bringing the tassels around in front and putting them into Alana's hands. To hold them, she had to stretch her arms out to either side.

"We ask that you keep holding these throughout tonight's class. We are going to concentrate on your sense of touch—your skin—and we find that if your hands are not involved, the sensitivity of your body is greatly heightened," explained Sami.

"You may, of course, release the cord at any time, but we encourage you not to— you will receive far more benefit from our exercises if you keep your hands away," added Hari.

Blowing a breath of air between her lips, Alana nodded. "I'll do my best, guys, but remember, I'm only human." Anticipation was coursing through her veins like hot lava.

Sami reached down again and stood up, this time holding something glittering in his hands. Spreading it out, he said "This is your jewelry for this evening—I regret that I must ask for its return when we are done."

Alana released a tassel and placed a finger delicately on the necklace.

"My God, I've never seen anything so beautiful." She stroked her hand over the beads which had been interwoven into a collar.

"It was old when it came to us," smiled Hari. "We can only guess as to its history—but the style was also very popular in Egypt at one time. I believe today you have seen similar collars in your museums, yes?"

With muddled thoughts of Tutankhamen and Elizabeth Taylor as Cleopatra galloping through her mind, Alana gulped as Sami reached behind her head and fastened the collar. The ancient glass beads were cool and smooth against her flushed skin, and she realized that the intricate design was resting on top of her nipples. Each breath she took stirred the long beads that dripped heavily from the edge of the necklace and caressed her breasts. Oh heavens.

"No wonder Cleo was hot for
both
Caesar and Antony," she laughed, feeling the tingle her movements caused from her nipples to her pussy. So distracted was she that she failed to notice the other item Sami was now straightening in his palms.

"And lastly..." he said, bending towards her, "the most important part of this evening's experience—the blindfold."

"Oh, God...Sami—do I have to?" She looked at him with a combination of fear and arousal.

"Do you trust us, Alana? Have we not proved to you that we are here only to bring you pleasure?"

It was clearly her decision, and Alana gnawed her lip, her eyes going from Sami to Hari and back. Did she trust them enough? She shouldn't—they were bizarre beings from another dimension, if what they said was true, and she'd known them for such a short time.

But something in her heart said "yes"—and she remembered the look on their faces when they talked of their lives, and ate their popcorn, and pleasured each other in front of her.

Taking a deep breath, she nodded. "I trust you both. I'm probably nuts, and I'm still thinking that maybe this is one awesome hallucination, and I'm going to wake up in some asylum somewhere covered in drool, but I trust you. Go ahead."

Sami gently covered her eyes with a scarf of the softest silk. It clung to her eyebrows and brushed the top of her cheeks—she was quite blind, not even light could penetrate the tightly woven folds. Sami carefully adjusted the fit, making sure her hair wasn't caught anywhere. His attention reassured Alana—after all, a serial killer probably wouldn't worry if her hair was tangled.

His hands moved away and she felt the loss.

"Alana," said Hari quietly. "We will be touching you and asking you to focus on what we are doing. In this exercise, what we say is often as important as what we do. Are you with us so far?"

She nodded, and her necklace rippled, teasing her nipples. She sucked in her breath.

She felt the bed dip as Hari clambered up, followed by a matching movement on the other side. Sami.

A hand picked up her foot, and a pair of lips brushed across her instep. Another hand took her second foot—a tongue swished over her toes, and she giggled.

"Alana, you have the most beautiful feet." It was Hari, who she could tell was the toe-licker. "I worship them with my tongue." He matched words to action by sucking her little toe into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.

She gasped a little, feeling each movement of his warm and inviting mouth send shivers to her pussy, which was beginning to show its approval of what Hari was doing by getting quite hot and wet.

He continued his kisses, feather-light around her foot, then stopped, moving her foot to rest on his body."Alana, I have placed your foot on my body. Can you tell me where?"

She thought for a second and wiggled her toes. "On your chest?"

"Very good."

Hari's suckling tongue had moved to her next toe, and he was stroking the valley between them with long, sensual laps.

"Where is your other foot now?" asked Sami, distracting her.

"I—wait a minute—" Trying to shut off the sensory input from Hari and concentrate on her other foot was hard.

"It's—um…I can't be sure. Oh. I feel your beard. Is it on your neck?"

"Good girl."

Hari began to accompany his licking with a gentle running of his hands up and down her calf.

"Where is your foot now, Alana?" Sami asked again.

"At this point, I don't even know if it's still on the end of my leg, for heaven's sake. How can I tell when Hari is distracting me?" she grunted in response to a particularly strong tug of Hari's tongue.

"You must focus, sweet one. Allow your senses to embrace whatever information they are receiving. Let each part of your skin be receptive and open your mind to the images your body is sending to your mind. We are deliberately flooding you with information—you have the skill to sort it out—now focus." Sami moved her foot yet again.

She tried to obey. Relaxing the muscles in her shoulders, she grasped the tassels firmly and let her mind flood with sensation. The texture of Hari's tongue, rough in some places, smooth in others. The feel of Sami's hand beneath her heel as he held her foot against his body.

Alana found, to her amazement, that she could indeed experience both pleasures without losing her mind.

"My foot is against your upper arm, Sami. I can just barely feel that large vein that crosses your muscle there," she murmured, amazed at herself.

"And now?"

She smiled. "Dead giveaway, Sami. No matter what Hari's doing, I know that's your cock."

She heard Sami's gentle laugh, echoed by Hari.

"She is doing far too well at this, my brother," said Hari. "Let's really challenge her..."

Alana chuckled, then gasped as someone, Hari she supposed, brushed her breasts and did something to the beads at the bottom of her necklace. Now it was holding her breasts up—almost like some kind of ancient beaded bra, but the beads had started pressing into and rolling across her nipples. It was no longer a caress, but a definitely erotic arousal.

"Oh boy," she groaned, knowing that it would only get worse if she moved too much. Her hands gripped the tassels even tighter.

"Where is your foot now?" asked Sami.

She flexed her foot and wiggled her toes, but could feel nothing but firm flesh.

"Um—I need a clue," she confessed, seriously distracted by the amazingly sensual treatment her nipples were undergoing.

"Very well," said Sami, moving her foot a little.

She felt the flesh dip slightly beneath her sole then rise again.

"My God," she breathed. "That is Hari's butt. My foot is on those gorgeous buns."

"Excellent, Alana," laughed Hari. "See how sensual your feet can be?"

"Mmmm." She murmured in agreement, thoroughly enjoying exploring the two bodacious buttocks with her toes. When she slid into the crevice, however, Sami moved her foot again.

"Now we move on, Alana," he said, ignoring her little pout of disappointment.

"Would you release the tassels, please, turn over onto your stomach, and then take the tassels back into your hands?"