Veronica sipped a glass of wine on her porch basking in the moonlight, savouring the peace and quiet her secluded home afforded her. She had always wanted to live in a luxurious lodge, way out in the wilderness. Thankfully, her husband had obliged her whim. Of course, with her looks Veronica could have gotten whatever she wanted in this world. And yet she had chosen to marry for love rather than for convenience. Her husband was a businessman of moderate success whom properly loved her back. The only issue was the travel. Terrence would have to travel all around the world to conduct his business, leaving Veronica all alone for long stretches of time.
Veronica mused at missing her husband, which had already been gone a week and had yet another two weeks of travel on the books. Gulping the last of her wine, she resigned her drinking and proceeded to retreat to slumber. Had she only stayed but for a few moments longer, she might have caught a glimpse of the faint heat glow of the cloaked alien ship that had landed so close to her abode. Then again, it would have probably hardly altered the events that would unfold that night.
Draped only in her black lace see through nightgown, Veronica took to the covers and within moments with the aid of the wine, she was out cold.
A few hours later she was jarred from her sleep, courtesy of the sound of footsteps and creaking wood she could swear she could hear in the living room. However, once she stirred from her bed to listen more intently, the sound disappeared entirely. She speculated that it must have been her imagination. Now that she had awoken, she decided to go to the kitchen to have a glass of water. The wine she indulged in earlier that night had left her much parched.
She left the comfort of her bed grasping at her nightgown for warmth and walked eyes half open to the kitchen where she promptly poured herself a glass of water and proceeded to gulp it down. That is when out of the corner of her eye she caught something which seemed amiss. Putting the glass down she gently turned around to find the outline of a figure slightly illuminated by the moonlight facing her. She froze thinking she must have been dreaming still for a second, however when she noticed the large figure furthermore toted a big gun she let out a scream of panic like none she had ever bellowed before. Having expelled all the oxygen from her lungs, she once again opened her eyes to find the figure unmoving in the middle of her kitchen.
Slowly, Tim as she would come to call him later, removed the gun from his hands and gently laid it on the table in order to inspire calm. He took two gentle steps forward and extended his hand beckoning Veronica to do the same. Veronica was stunned; she couldn't believe this was real. Furthermore she realised that whatever stood before her was not of this world. The moonlight was dim in the kitchen, having not switched on the lights to protect her drowsy eyes. Yet she was sure that the hand extended before her was of a blue glint. And if that wasn't enough of a clue, the large hand only featured four fingers upon it.
Out of instinct she shifted sideways with the intention to make a run for it, but then again she was taken aback when the figure did not move an inch in response to her movement. Only his eyes moved to follow her and now that she focused on his eyes she found some measure of comfort. His eyes were not menacing in the least, if anything they looked upon her with warmth. In a moment of madness she apprehensively extended her hand and placed it in that of her alien caller, which promptly squeezed her hand in reassurance. Tim grabbed her other hand as well and squeezed just as tightly and spoke something in his native tongue. Words which meant nothing to Veronica, but of which tone indicated to her that there was no danger, leading her to breathe a heavy sigh of relief. Tim noticed a couch and slowly led Veronica by the hand to it and gently sat her down, in an attempt to allow her the time to come down from her shock.
Now seated, the couple looked into each other's eyes still holding hands and somehow Veronica was finding herself to be much calmer with every passing second. Every once in a while Tim would squeeze her hands again in reassurance and soon she found herself squeezing back and smiling.
Knowing full well that Veronica had calmed down, Tim's eyes wandered from her eyes and down onto her body. He very much liked what he saw and he thanked his lucky stars. Veronica immediately realised her peril. Although cloth in her nightgown, it was completely see through. She enjoyed wearing it, her home being so far removed from civilization that the chances of onlookers was presumably non existent. She also enjoyed the comfort and freedom of not being required to wear any underwear. She realised on this night, it might have not been the most ideal attire.
She quickly looked down in unease, her hands leaving those of her surprise guest such that she could cover her C cup breasts feeling a tinge shame at having exposed herself unduly. Tim did not take offense, however he gently moved his hand to Veronica's chin and proceeded to gently stroke her cheek in reassurance. Strangely, she found herself closing her eyes and enjoying his touch, much more than she naturally should. So much so that Veronica surprised herself even more mere moments later, when Tim moved himself closer, clearly going in for a kiss and Veronica found herself not moving an inch and willingly partaking in the touch of lips.
The second his lips touched hers a shock ran through her, equal parts panic and pleasure. The kiss proceeded to become more intense as Tim moved his hand to the back of her neck which he gently massaged as his tongue tentatively probed Veronica's mouth, which gratefully yielded to the exploration.
Within moments, Veronica found herself held rapt in the kiss which was mildly forced upon her, not noticing that her hands had yielded downwards releasing her breasts from confinement. A few moments more and she found herself mounting and straddling her alien caller whilst his hands had moved to her back. She could not understand what was happening but yet she could not find within her the strength to stop it. A thrill and a need overwhelmed her and all she could do was not simply to partake in the kiss but further moan and writhe in pleasure at the surprise make out session. Ever so often they would break the kiss and look longingly into each others' eyes, only to revert to the heated exchange of tongue moments later.
Suddenly Veronica snapped out of her trance, probably having realised she was grinding Tim with a motion that implied only one thing. Held rapt in his touch as she was, she still had the presence of mind to think to herself "What the fuck am I doing?" She stood frozen, still straddling the dark figure realising that her nipples were well erect and her nethers were slightly moist, probably clearly visible through her nightgown although she had not the courage the check. Furthermore, a fact entered her immediate attention. Through his pants she could feel the unmistakable feel of a hard and erect cock below her, its warmth breaking through the clothing, matching the warmth she herself exuded. Breathing heavily she attempted to compose herself, to try to make sense of what was happening.
