Automata

#3

"What do you want me to do?" XY is standing naked by the bed, with his cock stiff as always.

Alice sighs. She had come home right after her afternoon meeting was over. She had taken her heels off and ran through the street from the Akimo Tower to her own building. The meeting had been torture. She couldn't shake off the animal spark that had taken over her inner thighs since the encounter at Chez St-Romain, so she had rushed home to meet XY and relieve herself with him. But now that she is here, the situation is more confusing than anything.

"Do you want something special?" asks XY.

"I don't know, XY," she replies abruptly. "Why don't you tell me what do you think I want?"

"How could I?" There's no sign of emotion in his voice, or in his face for that matter.

"Well, we've fucked almost every day for more than a year. Surely you know what I like?" She is almost shouting at him.

"You are quite tense, Alice. Did you have a rough day at work'? How can I make you feel better?"

Her whole body twitches and then relaxes again. Her voice is calmed once again. "I'll just take a hot bath... alone." XY turns around and leaver the bedroom. Alice knows that he's going back to his loading station, just as every automaton does when they don't have a task to perform.

She undresses herself on her way to the bath, leaving her clothes on the floor. The bathtub is already filled with deliciously warm water, and the bathroom smells like lavender. She's perfectly used to her Akimo Domotic AI silently listening to her and reacting to her words. Every executive, both from her own company and from every other big tech corporation, has a similar artificial brain running their own homes.

She climbs into the bathtub. With her shoulders immersed into the water, she slowly slides her neck under the surface, until only her mouth and her nose are still dry. Her eyes are half-closed and she enjoys the sensation of hot water on her neck. She exhales. Her heart is beating quickly. The memory of the other couple kissing at Chez St-Romain makes her pussy lips throb. She can feel again the sweetness of the moment. She welcomes the spark between her legs, returning. She remains still, but slides her hand between her legs and her fingers begin to softly caress her lips. Her nipples become erect.

"How can I possibly be thinking of this?" she asks herself silently. She doesn't know how, but the memory is so vivid that she can feel the cool and wet wine glasses on the table in her palms, she can feel the warm air and the fragrance of the surrounding garden. She can almost see the assistant's lips as she licks her companion's lower lip.

"Oh, God," she moans. "I'd like to be her... I'd like to be her where she is right now." She goes deeper into her fingers, her neck still immersed into the water. Her back arches with pleasure. Her breasts are completely out of the water. The image of the two women kissing fills her mind with animal lust. Her fingers are moving quicker, her lips are now definitely swollen, and her legs are quivering.

She thinks of XY. She wants to be touched and taken. She wants to be used by someone. Her vulva flutters on her fingers, and she feels electric sparks of pleasure. She truly wants to be used by someone. Her voice is about to scream for XY, but she realizes he can't really get anywhere close to the water.

She lifts again her face from the water and breathes deeply as a powerful orgasm invades her. The image of the assistant from the restaurant smiling at her is stuck in her eyes. She realizes she never sees a male smile anymore nowadays, and that she's now totally mesmerized by that perfect female smile.

She looks down at herself, her body half-submerged into the water. The evening light shining through the window splashes over her breasts in a pale yellow light while the rest of the bathroom remains in subtle blue tones. "But women don't have cocks," she thinks to herself, "and I know for sure I'd eventually miss being ravished."

She leaves the tub and dries her body with a towel. As she enters the bedroom, the evening light is spilling inside the room. She feels several dry traces of tears in her eyes. Her loneliness is growing for minutes as she lays down on the bed and climbs under the blanket.

"I'd like to be her... I'd like to be her where she is right now. I'd like to be her where she is right now."