I waited for the girls to pick me up and watched TV. There was some news about abnormally high solar flares or some such thing, and that the weather forecast would be a bit shaky since several satellites were malfunctioning.
Anyway, I soon heard a car-horn from outside, and grabbed my backpack, said quick goodbyes to my parents and promised to get to a phone or something if something happens, etc. Once outside I threw the backpack into the car trunk and jumped into the back seat. And so our little trip out of the thrills of civilization started.
Nothing really interesting happened on the trip there. When we arrived, we turned the radio off and agreed not to listen to it again for at least couple days. Two of us built the tent and started to search for firewood since it was already quite late as the third one visited the beach.
We knew the owner of a farm nearby. The farm wasn’t used anymore, and the owner lived there only on his vacations. He had a couple of boats and had promised to lend us one.
As darkness fell we lit the campfire and started cooking, making some tea and preparing sausages. We had more interesting foodstuffs with us but several hours in a car can wear one down quite efficiently. So we listened to the deep humming of the forest and watched the stars, eating our quickly prepared night snack.
Suddenly we heard a deep huge voice that seemed to come from everywhere at once, and all the stars faded from near-invisibility to almost blinding light and back.
Since it was over in about two seconds, we didn’t think about it much - and I calmed my pals by telling them about the solar flares on TV. It wasn’t much of an explanation but it was an explanation still, and we went into our tent and slept.
On the second day, we made some breakfast and talked about what we should do first. We had to go and borrow the boat, since it wasn’t on the shore - the farm owner had said that he’d bring it if he found the time. The boat was tied to the pier by the barn, and it was a good hours walk there through the forest.
I can’t remember what it was about, but we started to argue about something irrelevant, and we finally got to the point where we started calling each other names. I’d had enough and walked away, to calm my nerves. I knew that they wouldn’t come after me, since we all knew how to find the camp but it was still easy to get lost in the woods, and there is no point to go search for someone who knows how to get back just to get lost yourself.
I figured that since I was walking in that direction anyway, I could fetch the boat. The farm was further away that I remembered. I probably walked in circles for awhile, but finally I saw it in the distance. A quick glance at the clouds told me that it was going to rain soon. I started to run to the farm, its closest building being the old barn. I knew that there was some old hay inside, so in the worst case I could spend my night there.
It was becoming dark at an alarming rate, and the rain started to pour. I ran as fast as I could, and soon I was under the roof of the barn, although I wasn’t inside it yet. The bushes I had run through were wet, though, and my skirt was damp. Oh well.
So, I calmed down, knowing that I wasn’t going to get completely wet at least. I walked around the barn to the doors, staying clearly under its eves as the rain poured. I knew that I had to be the one to go back to the camp tomorrow, since I had been the one to walk away in anger. So, I had lost the fight.
I came to the big, sliding barn door and pushed it open slightly. I looked inside and waited awhile for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. Just then there was a flash of lightning, and in a glimpse I saw that I had been right about the hay. So I entered the barn. It was relatively dry, although the air was certainly humid. I took my damp clothes off and hung them on a nail on the wall, when I finally started to see in the dark. My blouse was miraculously dry so I left it on, so I at least I had some protection against the sharp ends of the dry hay.
Since it was dark already, and I was a bit exhausted due to the long day, fight and all, I decided to lay down and try to get some sleep. I took off my sneakers and socks, making a mental note to change my socks as soon as I got back to the camp. The barn was already pitch dark as I laid down on the hay, listening to the rain hammering the roof.
I drifted to sleep, laying on my back, and half-asleep I felt something cautiously touch my panties. It felt warm, soft and wet. I drowsily bent my knees and tried to pull them together, and they hit the something. It felt slick, like a tentacle, but it was warm. But I was drowsy and the touch on my panties felt kind of nice.
Suddenly I started to think about what was happening. My heart jumped to my throat and I was horrified, but still I couldn’t make myself scream. I was afraid, and still, I felt really strange. The tentacle continued to caress my panties, sending shocks of electricity up inside me. I simply knew that if I got up and ran, I could easily get away, but the strange feeling kept me there for the moment, and fear kept me paralyzed. There was something else - was I curious? Perhaps.
The tentacle kept on caressing, pressing on the fabric of my panties into my pussy, and then I noticed that there was another tentacle, a smaller one, that had started tracing the outlines of my panties.
I let my legs part more as the tentacles continued their caressing, and I found myself strangely relaxing, getting more and more turned on.
The tentacles started pulling my panties away and I found myself lifting my bottom so that they would slip away, and they did. The soft, warm touch of the tentacle felt strangely good on my bare pussy, but it didn’t even try to push itself inside me, it just kept caressing my outer lips. I held my breath. The other tentacle started opening the buttons of my blouse, one by one. I lifted my hand and touched it, and it felt slick, just as it had felt on my legs, but it felt - really good. After the buttons were open, the tentacle tugged me, and I turned around, onto my stomach, lifting myself on my knees so that I was on all fours.
The bigger tentacle returned to caress my already wet pussy as I was actually hoping it would. This time I reached back with my hand and touched it, and it didn’t feel only wet, but slightly slimy. I kept my hand on it as it traced my outer lips, found the hole and pushed itself all so carefully inside me, going very slowly and caressing me inside all the time. I felt the warm slime dripping down my inner thighs, but I didn’t care. It felt so nastily good inside me that I couldn’t think of anything else.
The smaller tentacle reached under me and tugged on my bra. I felt some small, cold hands reaching down to my back and easily cutting away my blouse and opening my bra clasp. The smaller tentacle pulled away the remains of my blouse and pulled off my now open bra. The bigger tentacle started to rhythmically move in my pussy, as I felt pressure growing inside me.
I found myself moaning actively as the smaller tentacle started to caress my tits, and it felt like it would, at the same time, be sucking and licking them. Both tentacles felt slimy, warm and soft, but I didn’t even feel horrified at this point.
After a short while of this I had a teriffic orgasm. Still trashing in my orgasm I felt myself being picked up. I saw, in the very faint light inside the barn, that I was lifted up and moved close to the place where the tentacles started.
I felt weak after my powerful orgasm, and I couldn’t think of anything. I was wet from both my own sweat and from the slime of the tentacles. Small, cold, dry hands kept me hanging on in the air, and as I glanced down, a much bigger tentacle started to rise from the body of the huge alien that I could barely see in the darkness of the barn, and I was lowered at the same time. Another pair of those cold hands came from behind me and took hold of my breasts. As I was slowly lowered down a couple more hands gripped my legs and pulled them wide.
It didn’t feel the same as the soft tentacles. This one wasn’t only warm, it was hot. It was also definitely slimy. It wasn’t as careful as the earlier ones. It forced itself inside me and then started to fuck me. I soon became delirious, and when I started cumming again, I came for what at seemed like a very long time. Finally the alien spurted something that felt almost like liquid fire inside me, making me feel more full than anything I had felt before. Then it seemed to become content and let me down, and I instantaneously fell asleep, exhausted.
In the morning I woke up nude, and gathered whatever was left of my clothes. There was no sign of the alien in the barn, but I was sure that it hadn’t been a dream, since I felt sore at several places. I visited the main house of the farm and borrowed something to wear, went out, took the boat and started rowing back to our camp.
As I arrived, making my already prepared apology and the fight we had had was soon forgotten. I explained that my blouse had been torn apart in one of the thorn bushes near the lake. I actually forgot to change my socks, since one of my pals was feeling ill and we decided to drive back, only the day after we arrived. I was relieved when we got out of the woods, but I’m pretty sure that I’d have gone back to check the barn the following night if we’d stayed there for another day.
Although I was afraid I could become pregnant, I didn’t. I don’t know what would have happened if I wouldn’t have been on the pill. Probably nothing, but who knows when it comes to aliens? I haven’t heard about the alien in any news or anything, so I suppose it went back to wherever it came from. I don’t know if I should be sad or happy about it.
On TV, the scientists had perfect explanation to the abnormality on the solar activity. But then again, humans always find perfect explanations to everything.