Close Encounters

“Are you sure you’re ok?”

Lana smiled at the question. “I’m fine, Mr Taylor. Though it's very sweet of you to be so concerned.”

The two of you were alone in the guest bedroom. She had traded out of her wet clothes into some of your wife’s old things and you were painfully aware of how close you two were standing, but you needed to be sure there wasn’t any more damage. You had to practically pry the kids away from the android, you couldn't bear to think what would happen if she was broken beyond repair.

“This burn scar,” you pointed to a web of dark scars near her shoulder, “it looks pretty nasty.”

“It will repair itself in time,” she assured, gesturing as the wounds began to slowly knit themself together. There was a pause, and a very human look of consideration came across her face. “But perhaps you might assist me in finding other areas of damage. So that I might know where to direct my reparative efforts.”

“Of course,” you said automatically. The android had hurt herself trying to help your family and despite being a machine, you felt a debt to her. “What do you need me to do?”

In one swift motion, Lana she began to dress down to her underwear, standing half naked before you. “Inspect different areas of my body for any aesthetic damages, if you would.”

Your first instinct was to look away, to shield your eyes. But the dream from last night burned in your brain and the months without your wife’s touch had given you a hunger that wasn’t easily ignored. A little voice whispered in the back of your head that she wasn’t a real person anyway, that this would be the equivalent of looking at a mannequin at a store.

Looking at her again, you were amazed by the beauty of this android. Her breasts were large without being obnoxiously so, firm and perky. Her abdomen was toned as if she were a regular gym-goer, and her ass…you felt your pulse quicken as you marvelled at the perfect, heart-shaped ass.

Lana displayed herself openly, showing off the majority of her being without shame. “Do you have any issues with what you are seeing?” She asked, in a voice that almost seemed…playful. “Are there any aesthetic issues?”

You took a moment to respond, eyes glued to her impressive form. “N-no, no problems with the…” you stared at her ass, “the aesthetics…”

“Perhaps you might try touching?” She asked, again in a mild, possibly playful voice. “The tactile sensation of human hands might be able to discern any other irregularities that the naked eye couldn't.”

Your mouth went dry. It was amazing, this beautiful woman giving you permission to grope her body. Lana leant over the bed, and displayed her glorious ass

Despite every voice of reason screaming at you that you shouldn’t, that it was a betrayal of your wife and immoral to grope an android, you reached out and began to feel the firm, perfect globes of her ass. Smacking it almost on instinct and coaxing what seemed like a playful gasp from the android.

“It all looks and feels good,” you said after a moment, pulling away with a shaky breath and sudden, sobering sense of guilt. “I’ll…leave you to it.”

For a split second Lana’s lips compressed and you thought there might have been a flash of disappointment on her face. But it was gone a moment later as she returned to her neutral doll expression.

She reached out, pressed her hand to your chest. “Thank you, Mr Taylor. Thank you for assisting me.”

The two of you were so close. She smelt so good, almost intoxicating, her lips looked so kissable…

You tore yourself away, and left the bedroom. That night as you lay abed, it was all you could do not to think about how good Lana looked, and how easy it would be to walk into the next room…