Rita was a woman in her early thirties, shoulder length red hair, and calm blue eyes. She was also very, very tired from a long day of work in a local factory. Pulling up to her double wide, she slipped out of her old beater, and walked up to her door. With a sigh, she unlocked it and stepped inside. Absently, she made her way to her bedroom, shedding her clothes as she went. By the time she was at her bed, she was only in her cotton panties, her full round breast exposed to the slightly chill air about her. It woke her up just a little and she decided she would lull herself to sleep by masturbating.
Slipping off the cotton panties, her bare and shaved pussy feeling the touch of naked air, she rifled through her lingerie drawer and found a pair of black silk and quickly slipped them on. The cool fabric awoke her senses just a bit more as it cupped her warm pussy. She slipped under her comforter, which was also the same coolness, and for the moment, she didn't feel sleepy any longer, she'd been revitalized by the contrast between the warmth of her body and the cooling embrace of her comforter about her. She played her hands over her chest, teasing her nipples to perky arousal before slipping a hand down along her curvaceous stomach. She ran her finger tips over her black silk clad puss lips, sinking her head back into a downy pillow, a cat like smile forming on her face.
A moment later, Rita slid her hand under her panties, bypassing the feel of the silk rubbing against her slit. Her fingers ran slickly over her clit in a quick circle, she wanted the explosive release of orgasm, then sleep, she didn't feel like dragging it out, as delightful as it felt. Squeezing her eyes shut, she lifted her hips, grinding herself against her own eager fingertips. Her release came in a hot, wet explosion of pleasure that radiated through her hips, her stomach, even her breasts.
Wriggling her hips, she delighted in the feel of her moist pussy for awhile, sighing as she brought her fingers to her mouth and tasted the lingering juices from them. She stared up at the ceiling for a long while before, until she felt her self starting to drift off, then she rolled onto her side and brought a second pillow into an embrace, closing her eyes, trying to ignore the fact that she was alone in bed. Finally, she was asleep, dreaming so deeply, she would not remember any of it in the morning...
Three forty-five AM, Rita was still asleep, still hugging her pillow, still lonely... A bright light filtered through the slats of a set of Venetian blinds that hung over Rita's bedroom window. A soft humming came from outside. The light crunch of four landing pads could be heard, then there was silence. None of it disturbed Rita's sleep though, and nothing to come in the next few minutes would. A head appeared through the outer wall of Rita's room, it slipped through the metal and wood as though it were not even there. The head was a widely shaped oval, with two large eyes and only the slightest hint of where a mouth and a nose should be. The eyes were obsidian black, but flashed crystal white against the face's gray skin as it looked at Rita's sleeping form. Rising through the floor, and slipping through the wall, seemingly by thought alone, the being stood seven feet tall, lifting its head tall on its elongated neck. Reaching a thin arm toward Rita, it motioned once, and her blanket peeled away, obviously by this beings will alone.
Smoothing its three fingered hand through the air again, Rita stirred in reaction to it, murmuring in her sleep. She turned to lay flatly on her back, her arms at her sides, unknowingly revealing all of her feminine assets to this being that stood at the foot of her bed. A moment later, in silence, the being lifted its hands and again, in response, Rita's body rose off the bed, as if he physically lifted her. She floated away from the safety and warmth of her bed then, toward the being. Guiding her through the air, it looked toward the wall it had simply walked through, concentrating on it. Again its eyes flashed white, and in response, the outer wall simply rippled, unmaking itself, a three foot by three foot formed inexplicably in the wall and the being guiding Rita's prone body through the air, directed her through it.
Outside sat a small almond shaped vessel, the side of the vessel began to ripple just like the wall of Rita's home had a moment ago. As though it were made of liquid, an aperture formed in the vessel's side and Rita, followed by the alien being disappeared within. Several minutes passed in the cold, silent night as the vessel lifted inches off the ground, only to fly away, straight up, in the blink of an eye.
