"The Emissary" (closed, but feel free to read)

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

"The Emissary"

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It was a typical, early October morning on the Oregon coast, with a cold wind blowing over the dunes and down the shoreline, driving the actual temperature of 52 degrees Fahrenheit down to a wind chill of 47.

This time of the year, what with vacations over, the children back in school, and the parents transitioning their homes and lives from summer to autumn, there often weren't more than a handful of locals at the most out walking the long stretches of beaches.

Today, near the northern most end of the 5 mile long stretch north of Florence's North Jetty, there were only four people out and about: a woman watching her two young children run back and forth with the waves, thankfully keeping their shoes relatively dry by avoiding the incoming and outgoing surf; and a man walking his dog just a bit farther inland, between the trio and the dunes that paralleled the Pacific Ocean between the Siuslaw River to the south and the cliffs to the north in which were found the Sea Lion Caves tourist trap.

"Look, mommy," Sarah's young daughter said, pointing toward shore as she added joyously, "Look! A girl! A pretty girl!"

Sarah followed her daughter's pointing finger, seeing the man with the dog looking at her with a questioning expression. Still looking his way, she corrected her daughter, "No, honey, that's a boy ... a man."

She wanted to address the whole pretty part by letting the man hear her say something to the effect of And 'handsome' is the right word, honey. But despite them both being locals and Sarah having seen him down here on the beach before, she didn't know this man by name and didn't want to seem like she was hitting on him while playing with her children on the beach.

But the little girl rushed up to her excitedly, followed by her one year older brother. She tugged at her mother's sleeve, pointed again, and said, "No, mommy. Look! A pretty girl."

Sarah looked beyond the man and, sure enough, there on the top of the dune was a woman, her daughter's pretty girl. Sarah stared dumbfounded; she herself was wearing three layers of clothes against the harsh Autumn wind and cold, and this woman was standing atop the hill of grass covered sand in a flesh revealing one piece that looked like it had come right out of the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue.

The man with the dog had spotted the woman, too, and when he glanced back, Sarah only shrugged her shoulders as if neither understanding the situation nor wanting to get involved in understanding the situation.

A moment later, the woman began descending the dune, walking directly toward the four locals. She continued forward at an unhurried walk, her movements were a bit stiff yet still included a little swing in her hips.

She stopped twenty feet short of the man, studying him a moment, then his dog, then the woman, whose children's hands she was now holding as if she feared something harmful might happen to them.

Then ... the woman simply smiled.

 

[Orgasmicallyfun]

Matt Kendricks: A 32 year old architect, 6’1, brown hair, blue eyes, athletic body.

When Matt stepped foot outside for his daily walk with his dog, a golden retriever, he had no idea his life was going to be changing forever. He lived a couple blocks from the beach so every morning he took a walk to the beach and walked a couple miles of the stretch.

It was a brisk, chilly day. He had on grey joggers and a teal long sleeve tshirt on. The walk on the beach was peaceful he enjoyed the sounds of the crashing waves and the birds in the distance. The beaches were nearly deserted this time of year except for the locals.

Up ahead he saw a mother and her two kids and they all seemed to be staring at something. He approached them and saw what it was they were looking at. An incredibly gorgeous woman standing up in the dunes with a swimsuit on that was way to small for this weather.

The woman began walking down the dunes and her eyes met Matt’s. Staring into her eyes he felt something but he wasn’t sure what. She stopped a short distance in front of him and smiled. “Good morning. Are you alright?” He asked the mystery woman.

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

“Good morning. Are you alright?”

The scantily clad woman simply continued to stare in silence, at Matt who has spoken to her, to the dog that gave a sharp but not threatening bark at her, then at the little boy who whispered to his mother, "Mommy, why is that lady wearing her swimming clothes? It's too cold."

"I know, honey," Sarah responded softly, still gripping her children's hands tightly, so much so that her daughter complained that she was hurting her. Sarah apologized, loosened her grip, then slowly moved them forward a few steps until they were just a couple of yards behind Matt. To him in a soft but somewhat panicky tone, she began with quickness, "Maybe she's hurt. Or lost. You don't know her, do you? I don't know her. I'm Sarah, by the way. I live down the--"

Sarah flinched suddenly as the woman suddenly said pointedly right at her, "English."

She realized that her heart was pounding hard and fast. But why? It was only a woman in a bikini on the beach in October. No biggie. Right?

Then the woman looked to Matt and said, "Your chosen language is English. English is the most prevalent language of North America, followed by Spanish and French in numbers of humans speaking it as their first language."

Then, again, looking from Matt to Sarah, then the latter's kids, and finally to the golden retriever, she said, "You are children, immature versions of Human Beings. Genders, one male, one female. And you are a canine, also called a dog, gender unknown."

Sarah couldn't help but laugh before clamping her lips between her teeth. She took one more step closer to Matt, pulling her children with her as she whispered, "She isn't going to sniff your dog's butt to, you know..."

She didn't finish, though, as the woman looked to her again. The woman was strange in obvious ways and mysterious in others. She talked with the tone and cadence and lilt of a person having normal conversation, but the way she spoke, like when she used Human Being, reminded Sarah of her Alexis device at home.

Fearful to do it herself, Sarah whispered to Matt, "Ask her who is she is?"

But the woman preempted him by saying, "I am called Landa."

 

[Orgasmicallyfun]

Matt was still trying to process if this was some sort of prank or if there was something wrong with this woman. Either way it was the most bizarre human interaction he’s ever had so far. When Sarah introduced herself he turned to look at her to introduce himself but was interrupted by the woman. The way she talked didn’t seem human at all. Almost robot like or even an alien, but that would be impossible, right?

“Landa? Nice to meet you. My name is Matt and this is Sarah.” Matt responded to the beautiful woman. “If you don’t mind me asking what are you doing out here dressed like that? Aren’t you cold? You gotta be freezing.”

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

“Landa? Nice to meet you. My name is Matt and this is Sarah.”

The woman responded quickly, "Nice to meet you Matt and Sarah."

And then, with that slight smile, she just continued to stare between them.

“If you don’t mind me asking what are you doing out here dressed like that? Aren’t you cold? You gotta be freezing.”

Landa's expression changed a bit, as if she was processing the question. Then, she wrapped her arms around herself and said with a more normal tone, "Yes, I am cold."

Sarah's little girl coincidentally told her mother, "I'm cold, too. Can we go back now?"

Sarah had had about enough of this strangeness anyway. She stepped up even closer to Matt and, as he looked to her, slipped one of her business cards into the pocket of his wind bracket.

(After her husband's death in an industrial accident, shortly and tragically just after her daughter's birth, Sarah had begun supplementing her monthly insurance payoff by making arts and craft videos for YouTube and other social media platforms. She never went anywhere without a fistful of business cards.)

"Hey, Matt, so, I think we are out of here," she said softly, wanting her words to be for him, not this Landa lady. "Call me..."

Sarah realized that the way she'd said it sounded like she was hitting on him, and even though she was in her unpracticed way, she didn't want him to think she was, so she quickly added, "... you know, if you need to talk about this..."

She waggled a finger meekly toward Landa, whispering, "... whatever this is."

As she turned to hurry her children away, she tried to be polite in calling back, "Nice to meet you, Landa. I have to take my children home now."

Landa watched Sarah for a moment, her arms still wrapped about herself, the result of which was that the cleavage of her well displayed bosom only became more obvious. Then she looked at Matt, smiled, and asked with seemingly no understanding of how inappropriate or odd it was, "Will Matt take Landa--" She paused and corrected, seeming to realize her mistake, "Will you take me to your home?"

His dog barked, its tongue hanging out happily, as if impossibly understanding and being okay with the request. Landa just smiled to it, then to Matt again.

 

[Orgasmicallyfun]

Everything about this interaction with Landa seemed to be off. How come she didn’t seem to be cold until he mentioned the fact that she must be cold? Was she possibly on drugs or really hungover after a crazy night? When she crossed her arms his eyes drifted down to her cleavage that became more prominent as her arms pressed her breasts together. He also noticed her hard nipples poking at the fabric of her swimsuit.

His attention was then grabbed by Sarah when she slipped her business card in his pocket and spoke to him softly. Was she...hitting on him? Matt smiled at Sarah when she told him to call her. “For sure. I’ll keep you updated.” He said referring to the Landa situation.

As Sarah and her kids started walking away Matt turned around to face Landa again. She then asked if he would take her and he froze for a moment until she added the part about him taking her to his house. “Uh yeah, I don’t live that far from here. We can go there, you can warm up and I can then give you a ride to your place.”

Matt then turned and start to lead the way back to his place. “So where do you live?” He finally broke the silence as they made their way off the beach and onto the streets. Just a couple blocks from his house now.

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

“For sure. I’ll keep you updated,” Matt told Sarah as she departed.

She shouldn't have, particularly since she was hand in hand with her two young children, but Sarah flashed Matt a flirty smile before she turned and headed away. She would look back several times as the trio headed down the beach, and while she hadn't wanted to be any part of the Landa situation, she couldn't help but feel jealous and for two reasons: because while she'd only just met Matt this very morning, she found him attractive and couldn't help but imagine being with him in a warmer, less clothed situation; and because -- unknown to anyone other than her dearly departed husband -- Sarah had dabbled a bit with members of her own gender, and as with Matt, she couldn't help but imagine being naked with that tall, gorgeous, sultry blond.

Sarah shrugged it off as a lost opportunity. Matt would probably never call the mother of two little children for anything closely resembling a date, and the blonde woman in the bikini would likely be back in the asylum by sundown, so...

Down the beach, Landa followed along side or sometimes slightly behind Matt up and over the dune. Them moved from sand to gravel to pavement without the barefoot woman seeming to notice the changes beneath her bare feet.

He asked to break the silence, “So where do you live?”

Landa was busy looking all about them at the homes on either side of the beach access road. There wasn't any more signs of life up here as there had been down on the beach. The houses were all individually owned, but few of them were permanently occupied by their owners. They were mostly used on weekends and through the summer, sometimes by AirBnB patrons. In fact, only Matt, Sarah, and two others out of 24 home owners called North Beach road home.

"I do not live here," Landa answered without really answering at all. She looked back to Matt and smiled again. Again, cryptically, she said, "I live elsewhere."

They reached his home, and Landa stopped just inside the door to study it. She again smiled, pleased. She asked, "Tell me everything about you ... Matt."

 

[Orgasmicallyfun]

This time of the year was always Matt’s favorite around town. This was due to all the tourists returning home and there being just a couple locals left living here. The peace and quiet was so relaxing. The whole walk back Matt was just trying to figure out what was wrong with Landa. What would posses a woman to show up in the freezing cold in such a revealing swimsuit, barely talk at all and when she does it’s in cryptic and robotic ways, and also not be affected by walking barefoot through gravel.

They arrived at his house which was a cozy little three bedroom, two bathroom two story house. His favorite feature of the house was the second story deck which overlooked the beach. He converted one of his extra bedrooms into an office where he worked out of. Since he was an architect he could work and design the models at his house and only have to go into the office to present them and to meet with clients.

As they walked up the path leading to his front door he fished his keys out of his pocket also grabbing Sarah’s business card in the same handful. He smiled softly looking at her card. His last relationship ended poorly around a year ago when his ex was cheating on him. Ever since then he opted out of the dating game and taking time for himself. He couldn’t tell if he felt something between him and Sarah or if he had just been misreading things because of him being out of the game for so long.

The lock clicked and his door was opened. Landa answered his question very vaguely then wanted to know everything about him. Matt chuckled softly and hoped he wasn’t going to regret inviting her into his house. “Why don’t we get you inside and warmed up first.” Matt unclasped the leash off of Oliver’s collar and he ran into the house.

Matt stepped inside and closed the door behind them when everyone was inside. They were standing in his living room at the moment. “Why don’t you sit on the couch? I’ll go grab you a blanket to warm you up.” He said as he kicked his shoes off and tossed his keys and the business card down on the small table next to the door. “Can I get you a coffee or tea or something?” He asked while going to the closet in the hallway to get a blanket. Still in earshot of Landa.

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

"Why don’t you sit on the couch?" Matt said. "I’ll go grab you a blanket to warm you up.”

"I will sit on the couch," Landa responded, as if it was expected that she would confirm his offer, adding just slightly monotone of normal speak, "and wait for a blanket to keep me warm."

"Can I get you a coffee or tea or something?"

She'd already been taking in the sights, both inside the home and outside of it beyond the floor to ceiling windows that looked out upon the Pacific Ocean and the beach before it. Now, with his question, she looked back and studied Matt a moment before responding, "Something."

It probably wasn't the precise answer he was looking for, but it seemed to be enough as he went away to take care of things. Landa began wandering slowly about looking at all the strange and wonderful things filling the home.

There were things of man, such as a drawing board and plenty of sketches and even little scale models representing Matt's work. But there were things of nature, too, which Landa may one day soon understand were things her host had found on the beach and brought home or, perhaps, his dog had.

Landa stepped up to the walls and studied the objects hanging on them, leaning left and right to scan them with just inches between them and her face. Other times, the things of interest were lower, on tables or even sitting on the floor. To more closely view these, she leaned over at the waist, sometimes to a full 90 degrees, something that caused her scantily clad and deliciously shaped buttocks to be well displayed as the lower backside of the suit -- while not thong per se -- left a great deal of skin to be admired.

She didn't notice if Matt had reentered the room or if he had taken in that particular view. But then, Landa wouldn't have cared one way or the other as it was not of importance to her at this moment. Her mind was absorbing all the wonders, small and large, that this abode had to offer.

Oliver had run off into the house but soon reappeared at Landa's feet, plopping down on his haunches as he looked up to her. He had his favorite toy in his mouth, and he jerked his nose at the stranger in an effort to get her to take and then toss it, something the golden retriever knew full well wasn't allowed indoors.

Again, Landa leaned over at the waist until her face was just inches from the dog's, her head cocking left, then right as she studied the dog. She leaned even closer, putting her mouth close to Oliver's ear to whisper. The dog suddenly got very excited and began spinning round and round in circles, barking loudly, something his owner would recognize as his happy bark. And then, just as suddenly, Oliver went quiet and still, again on his haunches, his eyes moving from Landa to Matt and back.

The tall blonde looked to her host, smiled, and said cryptically, "Your canine understands."

 

[Orgasmicallyfun]

After digging through the closet for a warm, fuzzy blanket Matt returned to the living room and froze when he saw Landa bent over and her amazing ass was on display for him. He froze and leaned against the wall and just watched her for a little. Even after she stood back up he continued watching studying her as she looked around and studied his belongings.

“Here is a blanket.” Matt said when he entered the room and he set it down on the arm of the couch. Then he went into the kitchen and started on making a couple cups of tea for them. While doing so he heard Oliver parking happily.

“Well it sounds like Oliver likes you.” Matt said as he re entered the room holding two cups of tea. Then he saw his dog sitting there quietly after just being so happy which seemed a little strange. What Landa said was even stranger. “Uh yeah he is a good listener.” Matt responded as he set the two steaming cups down on the coffee table.

“Why don’t you come sit down?” Matt asked Landa and after she sat on the couch he draped the blanket over her shoulders. It was a shame to cover up her body but she had to still be cold. Matt then grabbed the cups and handed her one and kept the other as he sat down next to her.

“So, you never told me where you live. I can give you a ride back home so you don’t need to walk in the cold.”