The car shuddered, picking up a rock on the gravel road and tossing it into a heavily wooded forest that bordered closely on both sides. Starlight filtered through treetops, painting stippled shadows through crystal cold air.
Theresa tapped her fingers against the aged leather of the steering wheel, mouthing words to the rhythm of an old love song blaring from the radio. The station played songs that tugged at the nostalgia in her soul. Her friend called them 'old trash,' but she found them compelling. More and more modern music seemed like fake copies of old classics, aping the themes created by great songwriters of ages past.
She had made it her purpose to study old culture, to understand where humans came from and where they were going. The past, in her opinion, was an excellent predictor of the future.
The grumble of the V6 made a nice counterpoint to the song as her eyes scanned the clear skies. Not much traffic on this old farm road. Made it easier to get to the viewing spot. Studying culture might be a good indicator of the past and the future, but she liked to spend her present viewing the ineffable universe, dreaming of days past.
Remote viewing spots were also excellent places to have late night assignations. She had been stringing along a ginger haired fellow the last few weeks. He had been a tough nut to crack, but finally she was making some progress. She had planted the idea of a late night viewing early on, and had finally wrangled an invitation out of him. The most difficult part was making him think that it was his idea.
Her odds of success with the man were low, but any chance would be better than the current drought she was undergoing. She hadn't had a good lay for a month, and her libido was going absolutely bonkers. It was getting difficult to keep herself contained, even with self stimulation. What she needed was a good, hard fucking. Nothing else would do.
Her sultry thoughts were interrupted by a sonic boom, followed by a shooting star far above. Her eyes darted to the sky, unable to see anything beyond an achingly bright light. The car unexpectedly sputtered to a halt, steering wheel shaking as the engine rattled its last.
Peering out into the black, she tried the key multiple times, but the engine refused to turn over. It was dead. Much like her chances at romance.
But something better might be just around the corner. She cracked open the door of the Plymouth, stepping out into the cool, night air. She breathed in, detecting a faint hint of sulfur amid the smoky scent of pine trees. Whatever had entered the atmosphere wasn't too far away. She was sure of it.
She sighed, leaning back inside to fumble in the glove compartment for a flashlight. If the car wouldn't run, she needed to investigate on foot.
She jumped as the radio in the car came to life, the faded dial lighting up to her favorite radio station. Instead of a faded refrain of broken hearts and bad choices, a slow beat pulsated, resonating with her nethers.
Instead of being afraid, she was aroused, feeling the acute need to be satisfied more than ever. Groaning with excitement, she found herself stumbling down the road in front of her without the flashlight, limping with the addictive beat stuck in her head. A mysterious rhythm informed her steps, feet walking inexorably forward. The heat had infected her and she needed to obey. Her thighs juiced at the thought of what might come next.
A harsh, circular light beamed down from somewhere above, highlighting a circle of dusty gravel. Compelled, she walked forward, shuffling towards the unknown.
A frisson of excitement blossomed in her breast. Were these aliens she was about to meet? Would they want to perform lascivious tests on her body? She certainly wouldn't say no at the moment. She felt so full. If they could provide her relief, she would welcome them with open arms.
As she came close to the circle of light, she could see dust motes inside the beam spiraling upwards. She entered the circle, hands held out with palms up. A gentle lifting sensation tugged at her shirt sleeves, her midriff bared as the fabric around her waist began to float. Soon, she began to float, too, her sandals dropping to the ground as her body moved inexorably skyward.
She was flying, and the sensation was wonderful. Free from the constraints of gravity, she had time to contemplate the beauty of the forest around her. The crowns of the evergreen trees drifted past, hundreds of feet in the air. She could see the gently waving branches looking down from above, a sea of green fading into the darkness.
The outside faded, washed away by a bright light. For a few moments, she could see nothing, hear nothing. This state was mercifully brief, lasting only a few seconds. Colors smeared past her retinas, slowly resolving into a room filled with mysterious objects.
The top of the room was a dome broken into a grid of tiles, light filtering between the cracks. From her vantage point, there was one entry hatch. The walls were covered with racks of alien computer equipment, a console at one end displaying a diorama of Earth. Rolling carts with strange instruments were strewn about the chamber haphazardly.
She didn't bother to ask where she was, as the answer was obvious. A more interesting question was why she was unable to move. Her arms were held at her sides, wrists and armpits circled by bands of bright light. Looking down, her legs were similarly bound. She tried to move, but the hard light kept her in place far more efficiently than leather straps.
"I'm sorry," came a mellifluous voice. "You have been restrained for your own safety."
Theresa blinked, realizing she wasn't alone in the domed compartment. Sitting off to one side in an office chair was an alien.
Her head looked vaguely humanoid, but her eyes were much larger than a standard human, with huge pupils. As she blinked, a nictitating membrane slid shut sideways. The most distracting feature was the woman's third eye, positioned on her forehead above her square nose. This eye didn't blink with the others, leaving an impression that the alien was staring into her soul. Deeply unsettling, but also exciting.
The alien's skull was stretched in an oval shape, her skin tinged purple. Gills graced her neck, indicating some form of aquatic race. The rest of her body seemed less remarkable at first glance, looking like a stretched version of a human body.
Her eyes skipped over the impression moderate sized breasts made in the alien's white uniform, but returned when she realized there were three bulges instead of two. Looking speculatively, her eyes finally landed on the triangular patch of fabric covering her nethers. Most of what she was interested in was hidden by fabric, but she began to salivate anyway.
Theresa smiled at the strange visage, a thrill running down her legs. First contact! She knew it! When she had first considered moving, she had statistically calculated where she might have the best chance of spotting a UFO, and this area was top of the list. The proof that she has been right was right in front of her.
"Nice to meet you," said Theresa with a sultry grin, hoping to cut to the chase. "When can we fuck?"
"You might be wondering why you're here," began the alien, gesturing with a three fingered hand in the air. At Theresa's statement, she stopped, blinking fiercely.
"Uh, wait, what?" the voice was flustered. "Am I understanding you correctly? Do you wish to perform sexual intercourse with your bodily functions?"
