I went out running that night. It seems like an eternity ago, but it's really only been about five months. It was nine o' clock and I was running down by the pond. It was cold and dark so hardly anyone else was around. No wonder they chose me. I came around a bend in the path and suddenly I started feeling very strange, as if something were trying to lift me off the ground. A second later, I was no longer on the path by the pond at all.
I didn't know where I was. I had stopped running, although I didn't remember ever having stopped. I was in a large, open, indoor space. The first thing I noticed was the lighting. There were strange pink blobs all over the ceiling that were letting off a soft glow. The place was dim, but I could see a few shapes off in the distance, all around me. Before I could explore, I heard a weird mechanical voice. It took me by surprise and I didn't hear what it had said, but then it repeated itself:
"Disrobe."
What, was this some kind of joke? It was all awfully elaborate if it was. I was about to say something but then I felt an electric shock right around my collarbone, followed by the voice repeating the same word again. I understood that who- or whatever it was meant business. I took off everything I was wearing, even my underwear just to be sure. I felt pretty scared and vulnerable, of course, but no one was around, and at least the temperature felt to be about 70 degrees. As soon as I had everything off, the clothes glowed in the same pink way as the lights overhead. And a moment later, they had vanished.
I started exploring my strange new surroundings, slightly conscious of my nudity all the while. It seemed as though I was in a fully furnished habitat, outfitted with everything a person might need. After looking around, I just stood still for a minute, unsure what to do. I was a little sweaty from running, so I thought I might as well take a shower in what appeared to be my new home (whether I liked it or not). I went back over to the part of the room that was marked CLEANSING in strange angled lettering. I was confused at first because there appeared to be nothing next to the sign--no knobs, no fixtures, just a pink circle glowing on the black ground.
I stepped into the middle of it. A few seconds later, water was streaming onto me from every direction. Then I felt a film of what I assumed was soap all over me, until it was rinsed away. The same thing happened with my hair, and soon afterwards, the water simply shut itself off. The whole process must've taken no more than two minutes. I couldn't help but be impressed by these aliens that had me, (at least I assumed it was aliens), because they had obviously done their homework. On the other hand, I had no way of drying off, so I guess they weren't perfect.
As I paced around, trying to dry myself, I heard some commotion, followed by the mechanical voice again. I wondered what I had done now. I went around the corner, over near where I had come in, but then quickly stepped back and hid.
There was a woman there.
I quickly started to see exactly what the aliens' agenda was.
I peeked around the corner. The woman looked as scared and confused as I must have looked on the way in. She appeared to be about 28, with a medium height, and a nice healthy body. The aliens sure knew how to pick them.
"Disrobe," the voice told her again. I just kept quiet and watched. After the day I had had, I figured I deserved to see this at least. The woman seemed to give in, taking off her sweatshirt. I noticed right away that she must have great breasts, seeing them pressed against her tight shirt. My cock started to swell, but I hardly noticed. The voice came again, along with the shock. The lady started hurrying, pulling her shoes and socks off quickly. Her jeans came next, one leg at a time, and with those on the floor, her tight shirt came over her head and off. She was just in her bra and panties then. I couldn't help stroking myself a little. It would have been really exciting if it weren't all so crazy at the same time.
She stood there in her sexy dark green underwear, hesitating again. The voice came and shocked her yet again. It looked like it hurt quite a bit. I looked down and realized that I was jerking myself off, hard and fast. The woman reached behind herself and undid her bra. She instinctively covered her breasts with her arm as the bra fell to the floor. Finally, she tugged down her panties with her free hand and stepped out of them. Seeing her standing nude that way, desperately trying to hide her big tits and her bare crotch--it was too much for me. I came while standing behind the corner, the same moment that her clothes disappeared in a flash of pink. My semen dripping down the wall vanished quickly as well. The aliens certainly were tidy.
I guessed it was time to meet my new roommate; there was really no way around it. I had no idea how to handle the awkward situation so I just stepped out from behind the bend, trying to hide my cock and balls as best I could. She saw me approaching, jumped, and took a step back.
"Give me back my clothes!" she blurted out.
"I... don't have them," I said stupidly. "They took mine, too." When she realized I was naked as well, she calmed down a little, though she kept her hands tight against her body.
"What do you mean 'they'?"
"Whoever they are; I don't know." She started looking around the room for the first time.
"How long have you been here?"
"Only about half an hour." I told her how I'd been running by the pond and then showed up here. She nodded slowly, trying to take everything in.
"Why are you wet?"
"Oh, I... took a shower."
"There's a shower here?"
"There's everything here." I showed her around a little, (as we both held our privates). It must have looked pretty funny, but since we were both naked, it wasn't as awkward as it could've been. There was a station with three pink buttons marked BREAKFAST FOOD, LUNCH FOOD, and DINNER FOOD. Another station (marked LITERATURE) had a big shelf full of books. The next station was called HUMAN WASTE. The aliens sure had a way of naming things. We laughed and talked quite a bit, in spite of everything.
There were a few other stations that we went past before coming to the last one (marked SLEEP). We stared at the large, single bed. There were no sheets, blankets, or pillows. The aliens didn't seem to want us to able to cover ourselves in any way. I turned to her.
"Well, is it time for bed then?" I felt as if I had just been on a date, (a very bizarre and amusing one, but a date nonetheless).
"Yeah, I guess," she said. "I don't know how I'll be able to sleep." I looked at the single mattress again.
"I guess I'll sleep on the floor?"
"Would you?"
"Sure, no problem."
"Thanks." Still holding her chest and crotch, she kissed me on the cheek. A wondering look came over her face. "You know, I don't even know your name."
"Ben," I told her.
"I'm Sera," she said, offering her hand. This gesture, of course, freed her breasts, and my eyes automatically went to them. When she realized this, her arm quickly shot back to her chest. I was so embarrassed!
"I'm sorry," I said immediately, averting my eyes.
"Uh, good night," she said awkwardly. I nodded and went to a different part of the room.
After a while, I heard her breathing evenly. She had managed to fall asleep after all. I sat against one of the walls, my penis fully erect. I couldn't get Sera's fabulous breasts out of my mind. My God, the woman could've easily been a Playboy playmate. I reached for my cock and... couldn't find it. My eyes blinked open. My dick was indeed still very there. I reached for it again, and my hand went right through it! What the hell was going on? I tried putting my hands together; that worked fine. I touched my scrotum; I could feel that alright. I was able to masturbate when Sera had first come in, but now I couldn't? I reasoned that the aliens must have done something, but why didn't they want me masturbating? Well, at the time, I had no idea, so I tried to get comfortable and sleep. It certainly wasn't easy with a raging hard-on!
When I woke up, I could only assume it was morning since there were no windows of any kind. I needed to use the HUMAN WASTE station. All it was, really, was a toilet seat suspended over an open hole. I peed through the open seat, relieved that I was able to touch my penis again, and the urine vanished neatly (with a pink flash, of course). I next stopped at the food station, not having eaten for probably 12 hours. I pressed the breakfast button, causing a wooden bowl, cup, and spoon to appear. The bowl steamed with hot oatmeal. I dug in hungrily, washing it down with the OJ from the cup.
When I had finished, I cautiously went over to Sera's side of the room. Peeking around the corner, I saw her on the bed, propped against the wall, reading one of the books from the shelf. I stared at her for a while, unable to help myself, then finally snapped out of it and knocked on the wall. She looked up.
"Oh, good morning, Ben," she said shyly.
"Morning."
"Uh, come, sit. You must be sick of the hard floor."
"Thanks." I went to the bed and sat down, politely facing away from her.
"Um, Ben?"
"Yeah?"
"I need to talk to you about something."
"Well, I'm not going anywhere." We laughed nervously.
"It's just, well, it's embarrassing."
"Don't worry, you can trust me." I held my hand out in her direction and she took it briefly.
"Okay. Well, about an hour ago, I... I went to look at you while you were sleeping, and I got... got turned on." I couldn't believe what I was hearing; it was just too perfect somehow.
"Sera, believe me, I can completely understand that. You... well, you're amazing." She giggled a little.
"But anyway, I came back to the bed here to, you know, touch myself, and... and..."
