Your eyes gaze upwards to meet the ceiling, and you imagine the lizard and the other males sitting in the ship, watching you. So she knows that this guy is no good, right? And that it'd be a few hours, or maybe even half a day? What happened to the schedule she had to keep?
Apparently it wasn't a very strict schedule. Your eyes glazed in the general direction of the life guard, and you were met with the sight of the life guard peeling off a soaked shirt, revealing the intense six-pack you'd touched earlier. As ashamed as you were, your body was getting a little more excited then you'd like it to be. Not like you're not used to the feeling, but seeing as you were gonna be stuck here for awhile, you were going to need to try and keep your emotions in check, as you imagine that everyone in the ship is eating popcorn as they wait for things to get saucy. And you didn't even like sauce.
Realizing that you were staring, you peel your eyes away from him and cough. The lifeguard clearly knew what he wanted. Candles for light. Allusions of you stripping. Sharing a bed. For as long as possible, atleast, you wanted to try and do something non-sexual with one of these guys. You'll save the 'fuck me now' act for the guy willing to go to space with you. "Hey, so...do you want to hear a story?" you ask, and end up asking it with a nervous tone. "Story? Like, what kind?" he asked, tilting his head a bit. "Oh, well, I guess about how I got here. It's a long one, and we have time to kill, so..."
So you spin the tale about how you, a lowly earth male, were swept up by an alien space lizard chick and forced to take the role of the woman who convinces men into going with her to inpregnate a space queen due to a freak teleporter accident. As you're explaining, he goes from a variety of emotions, from initial horror, to curiosity, disgust, and...whatever a sly grin entailed. Finally, you finish, and his mouth is agape in awe. You wonder if the story is reason enough for him to decide to join you, finally, but you ask if he has any questions.
"...so you got to make out with yourself? Niiiice."
Groaning, you look at the clock. An hour's passed. Only a single hour? Looking out a window, the storm is clearly still raging on, so you were gonna have to spend more time with this guy. And although intrigued in the plot you'd finished retelling, he still seemed interested in 'you' specifically, and...you were into him a little bit, to. But only a little bit!
Okay, maybe more...