As Elisabeth road the train to her destination, her mind went back to how she had gotten to this point.
At 21, it was odd to say she had lived a more monumental life than her parents. She had survived pandemics, wars, social crises, and the first contact. Well, survived wouldn't be the appropriate term for the last one. Survived until. When the Union found Earth, and humanity, they offered a choice: join them and be uplifted, or be left alone on our path to self-destruction.
Against many odds, a majority of countries accepted the deal, and thus, we were uplifted. And none more than France. Quite surprisingly, my birthplace was the first to welcome this proposal, and with it came a head start in understanding all the new technologies that the Union brought to Earth. These techs quite literally solved every issue:
Clean energy, en masse.
Resourcing of soils, flora and fauna...
You name it, you got it. But the exchange didn't end there. Humanity's drive to discover and interact with other species was triggered by this meeting, and now... well, Elisabeth shivered happily thinking about how right Rule 34 ended up being. She basked in the feeling of arousal, crossing her legs tightly, and looked at her reflexion in the window.
She really had it all. Earth was a paradise, science & empathy were the prime guidelines, and sexual mores were more open than ever. On top of that, her French Indian descent had her standing at 172 cm of caramel skin, blue eyes, jet black curly hair (which she straightened out). Her body boasted both youth and workout, her mother being a sport junky not letting her daughter slack off, and her mind had benefited from her father's, a true empath, openness. Which is partly why she was in this maglev after all, her alien lover most likely already at destination.
As she disembarked in the small Mediterranean town, a gust of wind blew past her, lifting the hem of her yellow sundress. She quickly lowered it, least people see her thong, or worse, the jewel firmly lodged in her backside. A silly thought, she mused afterwards, but still... She wasn't horny enough, yet, to start a show.
Pulling her small suitcase behind her, she made her way through the warm streets of the old town. New technology had apparently caused a desire for authenticity in buildings, and very few places on Earth had lost their unique touch. If anything, they had been reinvigorated. As she walked towards the harbour, her hips swayed, a sigh escaping her lips as the combined warmth from the stones, the lukewarm breeze, her little naughty secret, and the anticipation of what was to come sent shivers up her spine.
She was very aware that her now hard nipples were getting quite a few glances, but she didn't mind. Nowadays, people simply took a glancing look, smiled a bit, and left others alone. According to her mother, it was the biggest change after first contact and the free for all sex which it had brought, and the most welcome.
Soon enough Elisabeth's athletic legs brought her to her destination: a 40-meter automated superyacht, booked for seven days, just for her lover and her.
She was greeted by a charming Syreni female, if she noticed well, who gave her the tour of the 4 decks. The tour was true torture. Elisabeth knew that her lover had made it before her, but she couldn't find a single trace of him.
"Must've gone invisible." she thought, a fresh flood of arousal wetting her nether and her butt clenching down on the plug within. Absentmindedly, she accepted the VI control key from her guide, and was left alone.
Heart racing, she headed to the main deck's saloon. She pulled out the printed contract she had discussed with her lover... her hand was shacking as she apposed her signature on it.
And then she waited.
She had thought he would pounce on her as soon as she signed, not even waiting to sign himself... But nothing happened.
