
Everyone walks and just keeps walking. No one stares or says a thing; they just keep walking. They say nothing as she walks among them. Her beauty is overwhelming, yet her pigmentation doesn't set off alarms. She looks as though she's been drinking too much carrot juice or has taken too many beta carotene tablets.
She walks among the crowd, takes a seat outside the restaurant, and waits for the waiter to take her order. The waiter approaches her, he bows, introduces himself, and then takes her order. He scribbles something on his pad, then walks away. As she sits, she seems as if she's in deep thought. She eyes the single men as they walk past her and gives them a gentle nod or a slight smile. The waiter returns with a plate. Everything on it is orange. The sweet potatoes, the stewed carrots, the boiled pumpkin, and the orange slices with crushed orange peel. Many men walk past her; she continues to nod and smile at them as they pass. But one man stops, sits, and speaks.
"Everything you're eating is orange," he says, staring at her and her food. "You a vegetarian? You on some special diet?" She simply nods, smiles, and eats.
"Oh, you're one of those silent ones," he says, still staring. "If you want me to leave you alone, just say it, I'll go." She says nothing but continues eating.
"You know in the insect kingdom," he says, still staring. "Orange is the sign of toxicity. "Are you toxic?" her smile is wide as she stares at him and quietly laughs.
"Oh, you think that's funny," he says, smiling slightly. "Well, at least I got a smile out of you." Oh, by the way," he continues. "My name's McKinley, Mckinley Peterson. And you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
"Mee... Kin...Lee," she says quietly, staring into his eyes. "Mee...Kin...Lee
"Oh, you're from another country?" he asks. "Where you from, Russia?" She continues to smile and laugh.
"I'm glad you find me amusing," he says, smiling a little more. "I'm making all the conversation and you're just sitting there laughing. Do you even understand what saying?" She stares at him deeply and nods.
"What are you, telepathic?" he asks jokingly. "You reading my mind? She nods again.
"Oh, so you're a mind reader," he says, cocking his head to one side. "What am I thinking at this very moment."
At that question, she moves around the table to where he's sitting, gently places both her hands on his face, and kisses him. "Oh, you do read minds," he says nervously. She places a hand on his chest and caresses him there. "Mee...Kin...Lee," she says, Staring deeply into his eyes. "Mee...Kin...Lee.
She kisses him again, this time passionately. She caresses his temples and rubs the undersides of his chin and begins to unbutton his shirt. McKinley fights to keep her from undressing him but fails. She removes his shirt, and places it behind the chair that he's seated in. She gently caresses his neck, moves down to his shoulders, and then works her hands down to his waist. As she begins unfastening his belt, he protests.
"This ain't the place for that," McKinley says weakly. "We can go to my place, it's just up the street." She starts caressing the tops of his thighs, then moves to his inner areas. "
"Stop," he moans. "Please stop." McKinley tries to move her hands away from him but is overwhelmed by passion. She slides his pants down and off of his ankles along with his shoes and socks.
"I ain't no freak," he says, through a stream of steady moans trying to keep her hands away from his underwear. "I ain't no freak. We gonna get arrested."
She undresses as the people walk by and straddles McKinley. Mckinley moans as an orange haze covers them both and she undulates upon him.
The crowds continue walking as several giant orbs spin in a circular formation high above them and four small orbs spin around McKinley and the woman, their nude bodies in full display.
She purrs as her undulations become more intense. She embraces McKinley and grips him intensely. His head falls back as she pleases him in ways that he knows don't exit on this planet.
Ki', Ke'er Nii an ee, Mee...Kin...Lee...Ki, Ke'er Nii an ee....
McKinley understands.
About the Creator
John Scipio
Writing is soothing...Writing is creative,
Words on a page, if written correctly,
Will take the reader on a journey and open their minds.



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