Sheila adjusted the knot in her red halter top, smoothing the cotton fabric across her melon-sized breasts. She could see the neighbor mowing the lawn out the window. Now was an excellent time to catch up on that bit of gardening she had been putting off...and, maybe, meet the new man on the block.
She gathered her gardening tools, tiny spade, gloves, the little geranium she intended to plant near the fence, in the neighbor's direct line of view as he pushed his lawnmower about. He certainly was nice to look at, Sheila admitted as she opened the back door and stepped onto the patio. He had the nicest ass of any male she had seen of late. A wistful sigh left her throat. If only he would look in her direction she felt certain they could become close friends.
It's awful being so horny, she thought as she strode across the lawn to the small garden plot, buxom and Rubinesque in all her glory. She tossed her long blond hair, hoping to attract the attention of the neighbor. Alas, he seemed not to notice. What in Hell was his problem anyway? She had tried for almost two weeks to catch his eye. He must be from Mars, she decided with a disgruntled sigh.
Sheila dropped to her knees and plunged her little shovel into the soft earth, quickly digging a hole for her new plant. But, as she soon realized, the hole wasn't quite large enough. She set the geranium aside and took both hands to the shovel, stabbing its tip at the firm soil. Digging had suddenly gotten quite difficult. Then Sheila hit an object with the tip of her shovel and thought she must have encountered stones in her path. She raised the shovel and using all her strength, rammed it in the ground - only to encounter further difficulty. There was nothing to do but use the shovel tip and pry out the stones in the hole. She proceeded to position her shovel beneath one large, brown rock, leaned heavily on the handle...
A shadow suddenly appeared in front of Sheila. She blinked her eyes, thinking for a moment she might have eye failure. There appeared to be some sort of alien creature in her midst. She raised her head and sat back in the grass, taking in the intruder with every bit of rational she could summon.
He smiled down at her, stepped closer, took Sheila's hand. Together they began walking across the yard. Sheila never thought to question. Her hand felt warm in his. He was male. She could tell that right off. He had a well-rounded butt and was wearing the tightest little pair of gray pants. She wondered where he had purchased them. They were exquisite. Or was it that she couldn't help but notice how well his ass filled them out? Maybe that was it.
"Where are you taking me?" she managed to ask.
He turned to look at her and it was then she saw his eyes. They were almond shaped and the strangest color of blue she had ever seen. They were beautiful and she sensed she had nothing to fear.
"Where would you like to go?" he returned, smiling.
"Oh," Sheila replied, laughing a little. "I'd like to go to a place where sex is the only means of pleasure."
He tugged on her hand, pulling her through a doorway. White light seemed to filter into the space, illuminating, cascading from every direction. The floor beneath their feet was covered with plush carpet, white, dense. Soft music came from somewhere above. Sheila raised her eyes, searching, not finding the source, but deciding she liked the place, whatever it was.
"come," he said.
"All right," Sheila agreed, allowing him to lead on.
Voices came to her ears moments before they stepped into yet another room in the place. Others were there, like the one leading her, sitting at a long table, conversing and drinking pink colored drinks in tall goblets. Sheila looked round, wondering.
"Come. We're almost there."
He tugged on Sheila's hand, pulling her along behind him. They entered a long passageway, tunnel-like, illuminated with a faint glow at the far end.
"Where are you taking me?" Sheila questioned. She sensed she was about to be surprised and the thought aroused her femininity in a most erotic manner.
At once her escort halted, turned to her, began untying the knot in her halter top, then quite expertly, freed her melon-sized breasts. He caressed the fleshy globes with his palms, making Sheila moan with pleasure. She looked at his long fingers as they tweaked her taut rose-colored nipples. Then he lowered his hands and pushed her denim short shorts from her hips, revealing her bushy blond crotch and rounded hips. Sheila gave a little squeal at his boldness then stepped closer so he could caress her with his long fingers.
Momentarily he took Sheila's hand and pulled her along the tunnel, bringing her into a room like no other they had seen. A control panel sat in the center, with leather-clad chairs. Colored lights flickered on and off. A motor hummed.
For the first time, Sheila grew frightened. What was this place? It seemed so foreign. She surveyed the surroundings then looked to her companion. He seemed rather odd at the moment, changing right before her eyes. His figure seemed to waver, grow faint. He appeared to be there...but wasn't.
