Waiting for the Light Ch. 02

Waiting for the Light

Chapter Two

The Request

The day gave way to dusk, and dusk gave way to another sweltering, humid, June night. Slowly, the stars appeared, one after another, until the entire sky was filled with their beauty. Already outside, I heard Rachael's movements inside and smiled, as I lit a cigarette. Not long after she appeared at the door.

"Hey, I'm making a drink, you interested?"

"Sure, whatever you're having is fine."

"Got it. Light me one of those, I'll be right out."

Moments later, the screen door swung open. Rachael approached, wearing just panties and a crop-top, which exposed the lower half of her breasts, handing me my drink. In turn, I handed over a lit cigarette. Before anything else, we kissed, and I lightly rubbed the underside of her right tit with the back of my hand, as we did so.

"Umm, that feels nice," she murmured, looking down at her rising nipple.

"You're right, it does," as I slowly followed the rising curve of her breast with my hand, she let out a soft gasp.

"You know, you keep doing that and we aren't gonna see that star."

Reluctantly, I removed my hand and reached for my cigarette, as she followed suit.

"So, have you seen it yet?"

"No, just got dark enough for the stars to come out. Besides, I think it was about an hour from now when I saw it last night."

Rachael went for the porch loveseat, as I moved to the edge of the deck, looking up.

"Okay, then we have time."

"Time? For what?" I asked, sipping on my drink.

"Come over here and sit with me on the loveseat."

I knew that tone of her voice well, it was seductive. I could say I was surprised when I turned, finding her naked on the loveseat, but it would have been a lie. Smiling, I slowly moved towards her.

"Am I to join you as I am, or...?"

"The choice is yours... what you do is up to you."

I set my drink down. Her nudity brought an urge to my loins, and I began to slowly disrobe for her. Her eyes followed my every move. Biting softly on her lower lip made her look even more sexy and seductive.

With my shirt off, her eyes went to my muscled abs and then lower, taking in the swell I was about to offer as proof of my desire for her. Smiling, she licked her lips, watching my slow striptease.

Slowly pushing my jeans and underwear down, I presented my hard cock to her a little at a time. Up to that point, I was doing well, but my attempt at being a Chippendale's stripper came to an embarrassing end when I tripped, trying to get out of my jeans and underwear.

I hit the patio deck with a thud, bruising my pride more than anything. Without so much as a snicker, Rachael was on her knees helping me complete what I had started.

"Jesus, sorry."

"Hey, don't be. You were sexy," she replied, tossing my clothes to the side.

I laughed at her comment. "Yeah right, sexy... falling on my ass must have been the hilight?"

Rachael grinned. "In a way, yeah. You know if you wanted me down here with you all you had to do was ask."

Her reply came as she slid, snake-like, up my body, pausing briefly to suck on my cockhead. She came to a stop with her face just above mine, before pushing up with her arms. Her hips were perfectly placed to capture my penis in the slit of her vagina.

"Just where it needs to be," she whispered, lifting her hips, letting my penis bounce up.

She amazed me, as she managed to get me inside her without using a hand. She performed a slow ride to perfection, as we waited for the Blue Star. The culmination of our efforts included call outs to God, as well as Jesus, and ragged breathing, as climax quakes took over.

Rach rolled off to my side, gasping, "Damn, now that's how we do it!"

I had to laugh at her exuberance and rolled to kiss her, before adding to what she'd said. "And from now on, that's how we do it!"

Rachael joined in the laughter and then abruptly stopped. "Holy shit, listen!"

"Listen? To what? I don't hear..." I started to respond.

"Exactly, just like you said about last night, there are no sounds."

Truth be known, with our lovemaking sounds neither of us would have realized the sudden silence. As we calmed down, the deafening silence became clear. Half rolling, I looked up and caught sight of the Blue Star, just coming up over the tree line. Larger, brighter, and bluer than the previous night, it moved silently like a balloon, only with purpose.

"Jesus, that's it, Rachael."

"You never said it was that big."

"It wasn't... I mean it's definitely bigger than what I saw last night and brighter too."

"How? How's that possible in just one day?" Sliding partially over me, Rachael strained to get a better look.

"I have no idea. Hey, do you think this thing is being watched by -?"

"The government?" Rachael interjected.

"Not what I was going to say, but you may have a valid question. I was thinking about astronomers, you know?"

Inching up, she rested her head on her uplifted palm. "It's beautiful and eerie at the same time," she commented.

Watching with her, I softly rubbed her bare ass cheeks. Dipping briefly, she kissed my lips before returning her gaze upward.

"So, tell me again about last night."

"Well, not much to tell... the silence overwhelmed me, like said, when I saw the Blue Star. I looked away briefly, the sounds returned and when I looked up again the star was gone."

"Oh my God, look!" she said, pointing up.

The intensity of the star was changing rapidly, going from bright to dim, and then it was gone. The sounds of the night returned in a melodic chorus and Rachael quivered, just before rising.

"Don't know about you but I could use another drink. That's some spooky shit right there, Rick." She was gone before I had a chance to comment.

In her absence, I got partially dressed and lit a cigarette. Half my cigarette was gone before I realized she hadn't returned. Just as I was about to call out her name she appeared at the door.

"Sorry, I cleaned up."

Walking outside with our drinks, wrapped only in a bath towel, she looked refreshed. "Here you go. You didn't say you wanted one, but I figured you might after what we just saw."

"Thanks, you were right. Cigarette?"

"Please. So, what do we do now?"

"Do?"

"Yeah, I mean do we tell someone what we witnessed, or what?"

After letting out a heavy sigh, I sipped my drink before answering her. "No... maybe being a bit more discreet would be better. Like doing another search on the internet, or social media?"

"Okay, makes sense, I guess. People will talk about anything, and we can get a feel if anyone else saw what we saw, right?"

"There you are, my bright little star!"

Rachael, beaming a smile, joined me at the edge of the deck, resting her head against my shoulder. Moments later, her head jerked up.

"Hey, I have a thought... what about MUFON (Mutual UFO Network)? What if we contacted whoever is the rep and tell them about the Blue Star?" she questioned, sounding excited.

Her idea was a good one and I told her so. "Getting late, babe, we can work this all out tomorrow. Come on."

Taking her arm, I guided her inside and to bed.

~

Waking up the next day, expecting to find Rachael at my side, I was again surprised to find she wasn't in bed. Always an early riser, I checked the clock, and was even more surprised by her absence, as it was only five AM. I couldn't recall a day she hadn't slept in until well after nine. It was about then, the smell of coffee hit my nose, and I got out of bed. I found her in the kitchen, hunkered over the laptop.

"Coffee's ready," her reply came without looking up, even though she knew I was there.

"Yeah, well good morning to you, too." Catching the hint of sarcasm in my voice, she looked up.

"Sorry, good morning. Would you like me to pour you a cup?"

"Nope, I got it. Now what are you doing?"

After half-rising from her chair, she eased back down. "Looking up the MUFON information for our state."

"Ah... this whole Blue Star thing has got you jazzed too, huh?"

Rach looked up with an odd expression. "Oh, come on, Rick, don't tell me you aren't just as curious as I am. Figured I'd get a jump on it early and later we can compose an email together. What do you say?"

Her comment came with her rising to join me at the kitchen counter. Wrapping her arms around me, she offered her lips for a good morning kiss.

"Um, that's more like it." After the kiss I patted her bare butt, under the babydoll top she wore. "So, what have you got so far?"

"Well, apparently, there's no MUFON office anywhere except for Greenbrier, and they have limited reporting hours."

"Huh, that won't matter if we're sending an email," I commented, sipping my coffee.

"Guess not. I wanna cigarette, join me?"

I nodded. "So, are you prepared for what might happen?"

Handing me a lit cigarette, she asked what I meant.

"Well, they may want personal interviews. They may want to see where our experience happened."

Rachael's eyes widened. "What? Oh my God, do you think they'll want to know what we were doing?!"

I laughed; I mean I had to.

"Of course! They'll want to know the exact time you sat on my dick, how long you rode me and the intensity of your orgasm." My sarcasm got me a resounding whack on the arm.

"Don't be a shit, Rick! You know what I meant."

Again laughing, I nodded. "Well, if they ask me, I'm not going to lie."

This time, there wasn't a whack, it was a solid punch to my bicep. "Eeow! What the hell?!"

"I warned you." Her finger pointing at me, was a further warning.

"Okay, okay... all kidding aside, they will want information, I'm just saying, and no, divulging our sex life won't be a part of it."

Rachael reached out, rubbing my bicep. "Sorry."

"Accepted," I announced, moving to the loveseat. "So, how does it feel to be up so early?"

Shrugging her shoulders, she moved to join me. "Hadn't thought about it until you just brought it up, why?"

"No reason, I was just shocked when I reached out and you were gone this morning is all."

Smiling, she leaned over and kissed me. "Wondering where my warm ass was at were you?"

"Something like that."

Grinning, she slipped a hand between my legs and gripped my inner thigh. Silently, we sat sipping coffee and sharing the cigarette she'd lit, as we watched the start of a beautiful day.

"Umm, this is nice," she sighed. I gave her surprised look. "Well, it is... I mean don't get me wrong, I love sleeping in, but this... this I could get used to."

Putting my arm over her shoulders, I pulled her in tightly. "Well, don't look like the world's ending today," I commented, getting a chuckle out of her.

"Nope, guess not. When we finish here, let's get an email sent off. I still have the MUFON sight on the laptop."

"Sounds good."

Rachael squeezed my thigh and winked at me. Just as I was about to ask what was on her mind, she told me.

"Think you'll be ready to eat by then?"

There was no mistaking her meaning, or the coy little grin that followed. Standing, I offered my hand.

"Eager, are we?"

"Yup, MUFON is waiting." I retorted, teasing her back, as I pulled her up off the seat. Holding her hand, I led her inside the house.

"Okay, you start the email, and I'll go get your breakfast ready."

I watched her leave, turning to give me one last look, before disappearing. Delving into the email, I lost track of time. When I heard her approaching, I had just finished.

"Just in time, I'm all..." I began, when the sight of her complete nudity stopped me cold.

Biting softly on her lower lip, she moved like a runway model towards me, hands on hips, strutting leg over leg.

"You must be starving," she purred out, as she slid the laptop away, off to the side.

With my mouth hanging open, I watched her climb onto the table, spread her legs and drop down on her elbows, presenting her gorgeous ass. "Here's what's on the morning menu. Do you see anything you like?" Her words came out husky and sensual.

I didn't say a word. Gripping her hips, I leaned forward to rim her rectum with my tongue, making her gasp.

"Whoa, you know, you shouldn't have dessert before the main course!"

Despite her words, she made no effort to deny my homage to her incredible ass. When I pulled away, she lifted her left leg and rolled, turning to face me.

"Enjoy yourself?"

"Very much so."

Easing down on her back, she spread her legs wide.

"Main course?"

"Umm, yes and if you do an excellent job... I'll let you have dessert."

For whatever reason, Rachael was exceptionally horny that morning. Her climax came easily and far faster than I expected, making it an incredible start to our day. "God, baby, you do me so well!"

Smiling, I had only one question. "I suppose I'm making breakfast?"

"What, no dessert?"

"Later, if you don't mind. I am hungry," I replied, helping her sit up.

She slid off the table and kissed me. Patting her butt, I sent her off to dress, and before starting breakfast, I hit the send key.

~

Over the following week and a half, we kept watch each night. Rachael, being Rachael, went to meticulously recording the time and duration of the sightings. She relied on me to feed her approximate elevations and directions of travel, to complete her recordings. I was amazed at how into it she was.

"Rick... do you really think what I'm doing will be of help?"

"Of course. Like I said, the MUFON field people will want all the information they can get so, yes, what you're doing I'm sure will be appreciated."

She beamed a wide smile. "No word from them yet?"

I shook my head no. "I figure it might be a couple of weeks, I mean I'm sure they get reports constantly," I answered back.

One day shy of two weeks, an email reply came through.

Hello and thank you for your email.

After reading, we have done a thorough review of the dates, weather, satellite, plane, ISS locations, and all other relative information about your sightings.

We have no basis to debunk your sighting, and would very much like to set up a meeting to discuss further and get a firsthand view of your area.

Please advise on a time best suited to you.

"Wow," was my only response, as Rach read the reply from over my shoulder, and started clapping.

"Oh my God! They want to come here!?"

"Looks that way. Sit down and give them a date and time. Oh, you might want to mention we have accommodations, so they don't have to stay at a hotel."

Rachael's eyes sparkled, as she jumped into the seat I'd vacated. Giving me a questioning look, I predicted her question. "Any weekend, okay?" She nodded and set about writing out an email response.

I won't deny, I was excited about what was going to happen. The mere thought that MUFON field techs were coming to us was... well, amazing. Their response email gave no sense of what or how they felt about our sighting, which led to even more anticipation. Bottomline, we were a mere week away from their visit, as noted in their response. A simple answer came back within minutes.

Wonderful, see you next weekend.

While spending the time still watching the sky, we also prepped the house for the arrival of our guests. Rachael brought up the obvious. "Shit!"

"Shit what?"

"What if they're not... you know, a couple?"

"Huh, you got a point." Thankful for her questioning, my mind went into overdrive. "Okay... we'll get a sense of that fairly quick, I'm guessing. If they aren't, we'll divide them between the guest room and the den."

"Seriously!?"

"Okay, you got a better idea?" Biting on her lower lip meant one of two things, either she was thinking, or she was horny.

In this case, she was thinking. "You know what, never mind. We'll figure it out when they get here," I added.

"Fine, we're set, and I'm headed for the shower. Care to join me?" She got an immediate nod from me.

"Hey Rach?"

"Yeah?"

"Any chance I can have that dessert you offered the other day?" Turning her head, I watched a coy, little, grin form on her lips. "What?"

"I was just thinking the same thing. It's been too long since you've fucked my ass," she replied, looking away. It was a long shower, punctuated by soapy-bubble-and-cum farting...

~

The weekend arrived quickly. Rachael, once again, woke early on that Saturday morning, shaking me awake. "What... what's going on?"

"It's Saturday morning."

"Ah... okay, and that means what?" My response came as I rubbed my eyes with one hand while feeling for her with the other.

"Stay put, I'll be right back."

I rolled over, wondering what she was up to and called out. "Rachael! What's going on!?"

"We'll have just this morning before they're here! Do you have to pee!?" She yelled back.

"Pee? No, why!?" She came bounding back into the bedroom with her tits wildly wiggling.

"Good, I did. So, are you ready?" she announced, hopping onto the bed.

"You are making no sense."

"You can't be that dense, Rick. I want an outrageous fuck before they get here. Is that clear enough? They'll be here for the better part of two days, maybe longer."

Well, at that, I started to laugh.

"Seriously, Rach? You can't hold out for a couple of days?" I questioned, rising enough to rest on my elbows.

She ignored my question, flipped the bed sheet off me, and slid up between my legs, taking my limp penis in hand.

"Oh, I'm dead serious mister; I - slurp - I want - slurp - I want an outrageous - slurp-slurp - Saturday morning fucking," she ended by engulfing my entire shaft and gagging, as I was starting to rise.

It was a memorable Saturday morning. Satisfied, happy and gasping for after-climax air, she rolled off me.

"Well, think that will hold you?" I asked, trying to catch my breath.

"Jesus, that was definitely outrageous!" she replied, ignoring my question.

"You know, I'm going to have to tighten up the headboard. I thought you were going to rip it off."

Grinning, she moved to softly suck in my cockhead. Instantly, my belly reacted to the touch of her lips, sending a final glob of cum into her mouth. Pulling off, she kissed it, looking up at me.

"Waste not, want not. Thank you, as always, you were wonderful."

After a shower, we tidied up, including changing our bedding, and went down to make coffee and breakfast, then awaiting our guests.

"I'm getting anxious," Rachael admitted, as we sat on the back deck, sipping coffee, and having a morning cigarette.

"Yeah, me too. What were their names again?"

"Ah... Gloria and Ben, I think."

I gave Rach a nod. "Alrighty then."