I took another sip of my drink, and traced a finger over the brim of the cup. I turned my head to the window, and saw Wendy's Toyota drive off, permanently. The house felt empty without her, but I'm not sure if I like it better this way. She was my girlfriend of two years, and one tearful fight (on her end, at least) after another, she decided she'd had enough and left.
I suddenly realized I had drained my sizable glass, so I stood up and poured myself another bourbon. I took a long gulp, my throat burning. Wendy was a fitness nut, and refused to drink anything besides water or an appetite-curving shake. I'd definitely say she was hot, tall, and bone thin. She was flat chested, but I didn't mind. Anyways, it's hard not to miss her when I'm sitting alone on a Saturday night.
In the middle of all my self-pitying, that's when I heard the noise.
It sounded far, but it was getting louder. Like the engines of a jet plane, and wind. I hesitantly stood up, and felt the ground shake below me. I was already starting to panic, but once the ground settled I rushed outside to see what was going on. In the middle of my backyard, I saw a round metal tube, dented a bit at the ends.
I glanced back at the sky, and tip-toed over to the cylinder. On the top side, it was covered in what looked to be a language, but not one I'd ever seen before, like a mix of Mandarin Chinese and Arabic. Next to the writing, there was a hatch I could make out, despite the dark. I opened the trap door, and saw what looked to be a sleeping figure. My fear just increased. I unbuckled the figure, and picked it up, one arm under the knees and the other cradling the head. What the hell was this?
I was surprised how light it was, like it weighed nothing. I brushed off that thought and brought it inside, and laid him or her on the couch, keeping a firm hand on their leg.
Definitely a her.
The first thing I noticed was her chest, the biggest I'd seen. Of course, I've seen F cups before, but they seemed to sag. Hers were high on her chest, and looked as perky and bouncy as B cups, even though they looked to be in the range of L or N. They didn't look like they followed the laws of gravity, like beach balls. She was clad in a tight blue uniform, like what pilots wear, which I noticed must have been custom-made. Her stomach was obviously flat, and her waist tiny. She was short too, around 4'11. I could feel my pants tightening around my cock. I had no idea I liked big tits this much.
She still had a helmet on, but I heard her grunt and shake awake, and her tits gave a little jolt, nearly touching me from a few feet away. Her voice was slightly muffled. "Greetings."
"What's your name?" I asked, breathless. Government agent, maybe?
"I am Me'alani, from the planet Jequen. My craft crashed, I ran out of fuel," She answered. An alien? This was too fucking weird. "Please, can you take off my helmet?"
"How do you speak English? Are you... Human?" I demanded. I had to ask that before I could see if her face was as extraordinary as what I'd already seen.
"Most of my people speak English, we have observed your planet for some time. And no, I am not Human, but I wish to know about your culture and practices. Please, can you remove my helmet?" She asked.
