The Traveller

I was walking down by Centenary Square, I had just come out of Waterstones book shop, I had been browsing, but nothing really grabbed me. I just didn't fancy any of the new books on offer. I like a good crime thriller, and there had been a few new crime thrillers written by new to me authors, but, well, no, they all just seemed a rehash of existing ideas. Nothing really new. I remember my Mum used to say 'there is nothing new under the sun.' Perhaps she was right.

I thought I might go and grab a coffee at Costa, before I tried to find my way back to the carpark, all this new pedestrianisation of the town centre was very confusing and the footpaths were in many places cobbled which were rather uncomfortable to walk on. There were plenty of people milling about, and few youths using those scooters that could break your leg if you weren't careful and they crashed into you.

The light seemed to suddenly fade, it was as if we were having an eclipse, which was very odd, I looked up at the sky expecting to see a big grey cloud that was about to dump rain on me, me without a coat as there had been no rain in the forecast. No. That is not what I saw and not what the hundreds of other Bradfordians in Centenary Square saw looking up. What we all saw was a fuck off huge rock in the sky, hovering there.

It had to be a space ship, rocks don't just hang in the sky, they simply do not appear and then fail to fall, that does not happen. Some people began to scream. Why do people do that, what does it do, how does it help? It doesn't, it simply creates a stupid sound. Shut up! What could I do, what should I do? I looked around, there was a man in a blue jacket standing not far from me, he wasn't looking up, he was looking around, looking at people. How very odd. Our eyes met and he smiled.

As I looked around, darting my eyes upwards to see if the rock did anything, I saw that people were mostly running around, screaming, shouting. Very few were doing what I was doing, standing there taking it all in. No one seemed to be filming, no one seemed to be fainting and in need of assistance, most people were just screaming. The man in a blue jacket walked over to me.

"What do you think then?" He asked.

"Spaceship, probably aliens." I answered, well, that is what I thought. I had no prior experience in these matters and so simply had to guess.

"And why do you think that, it just looks like a rock."

"Yes, it does, but rocks don't hang in the air, they do what bricks do, they fall, there's this thing called gravity, and that is a bloody big rock."

"Oh, yes, I see. Most people are screaming, panicking, yet you are not."

"No, well, little point really, it won't actually help me, will it."

"No, I guess not."

Just then little spots of light appeared all over the square and when the lights faded there were beings with what pretty much looked like weapons. The man grabbed my hand and pulled me as he moved away.

"Quick, come with me, this doesn't look good," he said and we ran across the square. We were at a cabinet, one I hadn't noticed before, a green one, it looked like those cabinets they used to distribute phone wires, only taller. I couldn't think why I hadn't noticed it earlier, I mean it was bloody big and out of place. He pulled me behind it, out of sight of the beings, opened the cabinet and pulled me inside.

Two things happened. One, all the screaming and shouting vanished, replaced by a low hum, and two I had a massive orgasm that nearly had me falling to the floor. I pressed my hand over my groin, hoping that my failing hadn't been noticed. My pleasures were flooding my body, pressures had built and then released, and I was panting, trying to get my breath back. I hadn't small mercies, screamed or shrieked.

Once my composure had returned, I realised that I was inside a very big room, there were consoles and controls and doors presumably leading elsewhere. As my groin returned to normal and I regained my senses I could tell that the inside of the cabinet was considerably larger than the outside, and that was just impossible, therefore I could not be inside the cabinet. But where on Earth was I?

"Where are we?" I asked, "only we are obviously not inside the cabinet, and what the fuck happened to me when we entered? That felt, er, well, weird and wrong in all the wrong ways."

"You are right, we are not in the cabinet, the cabinet is a transmat, it has transported us to my spaceship, and sorry about what happened as you went through, it does that the first few times you use the transmat. I didn't have time to warn you, sorry, are you okay?"

I had pulled myself together, and even though the ripples were still reverberating, I was okay.

"Yes, I am fine, what are those beings? And more importantly, what do they want?"

"Ah yes, them, well, they are Skelfings and they are scavengers."

"What do they scavenge?" I mean, we had loads of rubbish and litter, they could have that, the council would probably give them an award for tidying Bradford.

"Body parts."

"What?" well I hadn't expected that, body parts? "What use are human body parts to aliens?"

"Well, I am an alien, what do you think?"

"You? You look like a bloke my Mum used to go out with after Dad left us. You don't look like an alien."

"What do you think aliens look like then?"

"Well, not humans for sure. I suppose small, grey, big eyes, that sort of thing. To be honest, I don't have any idea."

"Ah yes, the Roswell concept. Yeah, that was a jape pulled by some students from Jakoria, a planet about ten lightyears that way," he said pointing roughly southeast.

"Jape?"

"Yeah, basically it was rag week and they wanted to do something different, so they cooked up some aliens in bio engineering and made an impossible space craft and aimed it at Earth. They were grounded for a month when the news broke. I think they were disappointed that it actually landed somewhere remote and was immediately covered up by the government."

"Okay, but Aliens look like us? Humans I mean?"

"Many do. The Ancients seeded life all over the universe, dropping people off on different habitable planets and letting them get on with living, or dying. The Ancients were busy evolving and didn't want to carry on mothering physical life, so they kind of distributed it. That is why so many of us are very similar."

"Fuck of, that is the basis of a terrible science fiction movie, I saw it, it had Kurt Russel in it."

"Perhaps genetic memory, but it's true. Anyway, the Skelfings go around and harvest body parts and sell them to the less advanced planets in exchange for refined materials."

"What? Why don't they just take the refined materials?"

"I don't know. I don't know everything, perhaps body parts are lighter?"

"A ton is a ton whether it is body parts, feathers or gold, only the volume changes."

He looked at me and then asked, "Astute. Why aren't you scared? Aliens are attacking your planet, I have told you I am an alien and have apparently abducted you and you are in my spaceship, which by the way, gave you a wonderful moment when you arrived."

'I didn't arrive, I came,' I thought.

"No point in being scared I suppose, but never mind me, how are we going to stop these aliens?"

"We?"

"Yes, we, we can't let them harvest body parts in Bradford, or anywhere else on Earth."

"We could transmat to their spaceship and sort of disable it a bit?"

"We don't want it to crash on Earth, especially not Bradford, the Council have just spent millions of tax payer pounds doing up the town centre."

"We could send it into the sun."

"Yes, but that will kill them, the Skelfings, is that right? Really? Killing them?"

"They are scavengers, looters of body parts." The man said.

"Look, I don't know your name, I am Mandy, not Amanda, Mandy."

"Hello Mandy, not Amanda, Mandy."

"Who are you then?" I asked him.

"I am The Traveller."

"The Traveller, I asked you for your name, not your job."

"No, that is my name, I am The Traveller."

"Bloody funny name if you ask me." Well, it was, he should be called Bill, or Jared or something, not The Traveller.

"Well, Mandy, not Amanda, Mandy, I didn't ask you."

"My name is just Mandy, okay, not Mandy, not Amanda, Mandy, that was an attempt at clarification. Just Mandy."

"Okay Just Mandy."

"Oh for heavens sake, where did you learn English? Mandy, okay, Mandy, my name is Mandy."

"Okay Mandy. The Skelfings will soon start harvesting."

"We have to stop them."

"Okay, why?"

"What the fuck do you mean why? We have to; Earth is not some supermarket for aliens to come and pick and choose body parts to exchange for minerals on some far-flung planet. And if you can't see that then you are far more alien than you look and you might just as well fuck off and leave me behind and I will see what I can do to stop them."

"Okay, but you don't want me to kill them?"

"Preferably not."

"Okay, right, come with me."

He grabbed my hand, and we walked through a door at the side of the room we were in. I almost doubled up again as another orgasm ripped through my body, I was gasping, my chest was heaving, and my fanny was on fire with pleasures exploding. Bloody transmat, probably developed by a bloke who couldn't be bothered to tune out the 'little issue.'

Once I had recovered, the first thing I noticed was the smell, sort of sweet cinnamon and rotting flesh mixed.

"Oh my God this place stinks," I said.

"Yeah, they aren't the tidiest and they are rubbish at cleaning," he said. "Right then Mandy, let's find the controls, I have an idea."

I followed him as he looked at various panels and then opened a few in succession before declaring, "got it, this will do."

"What is that one?" I asked him.

"With this I can transmat them all back on board and then send the ship in a spiral off into far outer space, out of the solar system. I will also embed a message that reads 'SOL 3 EARTH IS GUARDED -- APPROACH AT YOUR PERIL.' Hopefully that will do it."

He pressed several buttons, typed in at what looked like a keyboard, but all the characters were completely indecipherable, and then he grabbed my hand, "we need to run," he said and he hauled me towards a green cabinet rather like the one I left Centenary Square by.

I was doubled up, the orgasm had been the most powerful yet, I knew my knickers must be soaked, my fanny was spasming and my fingers were searching for something to grip and squeeze.

Back in his spaceship, as I recovered from yet another overwhelming surge of pleasure, he brought up a view screen. The big rock was moving upwards and away from Earth, gaining speed, and then as it left the atmosphere it vanished in a flash of light.

"They are okay, yes?" I asked, "I mean that wasn't their spaceship exploding, that light?"

"No, that was just the jump to faster than light speeds."

"Where will they end up?"

"No idea, I just gave it a random destination, no idea where."

"And they won't come back?"

"I doubt that they know what happened and what I did, they will just know that all of a sudden, they were transported from Earth and sent on their way. They will spread the word that Earth is Guarded, and hopefully that will be that."

"Oh. Right, well, that was a good ending I suppose."

"You suppose?"

"Well, we didn't have a chance to interact, to learn anything from them."

"Oh, I think that humans on Earth are learning fast enough, they don't need alien help."

"But the aliens can travel between the stars, we can't even travel between the planets."

"Oh, you will, very soon."

"Okay. I suppose that is it then? Er, thank you for your help, you know, saving Earth and all that."

"It's okay. Do you fancy getting a coffee?"

"Are you asking me out?"

"I suppose I am, but I thought a coffee first."

"If I go through that Transmat again, I am going to need new knickers."

"I am sure that they sell them in Bradford."

"I am sure that they do. Okay then, yes, and you are buying."

"I don't have money, well, not Earth money."

"Earth doesn't have money as such, each country pretty much has its own money, and you have to pay a fee to get it converted whenever you go to a different country."

"Okay, but I still have no money, the coffee is on you."

When we had returned to Centenary Square and I had recovered from another mind-blowing blast of pleasures, we went to a coffee shop, and I ordered two flat white coffees and two pastries.

"So," I asked as I tucked into my pastry, the coffee was too hot to drink, "what do you do?"

"Me? Oh, I just travel."

"How did you know to be here, you know, just as the Skelfings were arriving."

"Oh, I guess it is just a knack. Trouble seems to follow me."

"So, do you watch, or do you stop atrocities?"

"I usually don't get involved."

"Why today then, why did you stop them today?"

"Because you asked me to."

So, he hadn't done it because it was the right thing to do, he did it because I asked him to.

"And how is Earth guarded, are you going to stop here, hang around and meddle with any other Aliens that turn up?"

"Gosh, no, I am just a Traveller. I am not The Meddler or The Defender, no, I am just the Traveller. Earth is guarded because word will get out that the Skelfings failed, and pretty much people don't mess with the Skelfings, so for them to have been bested will send shock waves around."

I looked out of the coffee shop window, some people were just sitting on the floor looking at the sky, but most seemed to be simply getting on with their lives as if nothing had happened. I wondered what the British Government thought, how much they knew of what had happened here in Bradford.

I guessed that they would try and hide it, explain it away as a hallucination or a trick of the light. I wondered how many people had actually filmed it on their phones? Most of the people I saw were just panicking, no one seemed to be actually recording.

"What are you going to do now?" He asked as he stirred his coffee for the thirty third time.

"How do you mean? Go back to my job as a temp I suppose."

"Have you ever thought about travelling?"

"Well, yes, I suppose, I mean we all do don't we, it is just that takes money and stuff, and I don't have a lot of that going spare."

"You could travel with me, you know, if you fancy," he said, his eyes finally away from his coffee and looking at me.

"Okay," I said, I mean that didn't take a lot of thought to be honest, outer space and an orgasm every time we landed. "Yes, that would be cool."

"Do you need anything?"

"Clothes, my passport I suppose, that's about it."

"Plenty of clothes on the Adventurer, that is the name of my ship by the way, and an Earth Passport isn't really much help out there," he said pointing upwards.

"I might not like the clothes on your spaceship and they might not fit me."

"They will fit, and they will be more appropriate for the places we visit than a summer frock from Earth."

"Oh, okay then. Nothing, I don't need anything. I presume that you have showers and toilets and soap and all that kind of stuff?"

"Well, yes, we aren't savages out there you know, we do clean ourselves."

"Sorry, I'm sure."

He put his spoon down and took my hand, "come on then, no time like the present, let's go."

He pulled me to my feet, and we left the coffee shop and walked through the door in the back of the green cabinet. I was still holding his hand as the orgasm swept through me, and I must have squeezed him so hard as my muscles all contracted. I stumbled and fell against him, momentarily dazed.

"Come on," he said, I will show you the clothes and shower and stuff."

We went through to another room; it was lined with drawers and shelves all full of very strange looking clothes, and some familiar looking clothes. Through that room there was a bedroom, and through that room there was a shower and toilet facilities.

"I will leave you to figure it out, just shout if you get stuck, but it is pretty much the same as you are used to. Now, where do you want to go to first?"

"Take me somewhere amazing." I didn't care, everywhere would be amazing compared to Bradford, let him choose.

After he had wandered off, presumably back to his control room, I stripped off and put my clothes on the bed, my dirty, smelly clothes, and went into the bathroom. As I walked into what was obviously the shower, mists of warm water started automatically, okay, fine, and then some jets started, directed shall we say, and I was in danger of having another moment.

When I decided I couldn't be any cleaner I stepped away and then warm air blew over me and before I knew it, I was dry. I went through and looked at the clothes. Underwear was pretty similar, although the bras all seemed to do up at the front, or had no fastenings and you just pulled them on. I am a little on the large side and prefer a more supportive bra, so I went for a do up bra, rather than a pull on.

Knickers were all very different designs; there were some that were so high legged that they would almost have reached my bra. I just went for simple and functional and relatively brief.

But what then? I rummaged through the hangers and came up with a dress that had holes in it, but managed not to reveal anything, quite an ingenious design. I went back and found The Traveller, I had to find a better name for him, Trev probably would work.

"Oh, right, you sorted it all out then?" He said.

"I think so, but I need to wash the clothes I was wearing, they are on the bed at the moment, but they do need washing. I am going to call you Trev."

"There is a drawer in the clothes room with raindrops embossed on it. Put the clothes in there, the bots will launder them for you and then they will be put somewhere in the clothes room."

"Okay, now, tell me, why did no one look at your green cabinet, the one with the door that we kept using."

"Oh, simple really, it has a perception filter. People do see it, but they don't perceive it, it just appears irrelevant to their brain."

"Why could I see it?"

"One of the mysteries of life, like, why were you looking around at people, rather than up at the space ship?"

"Well, I did look up at it, it seemed impossible, but as it was there, it couldn't be impossible, I was more interested in how people were reacting and if anyone needed my help."

"I see. You were the only one doing that. And you stopped me killing the Skelfings, and what you made me do was actually more effective than me simply sending them to a death in your sun. You are a very different being to most I meet."

"Oh, okay, I just did what felt right."

"Yes, but most don't have that feeling. I think you are a fresh breath of air."

I didn't have any answer to that really. "So, what now?" I asked.

"We are just in orbit around Mars, keeping out of the way whilst I decide on next steps."

"Okay, right."

And then he did the unexpected, out of the blue really, he walked over to me, not really very far to be honest, he put his hands on my cheeks and kissed me. A human kiss, lips sliding on lips, tongue pressing and I had flashbacks to going through his orgasmatronic doorway. I kissed back, be rude not to.

He put his arms under my shoulders and picked me up, one hand sliding down to my legs and supporting my bottom and he carried me through to the bed.

"You didn't slap me," he said as if by way of explanation as he placed me on the bed and then his fingers were working up my dress as his mouth continued to press against mine. I felt my pleasures flowing and then my pressures just exploded as I felt his fingers at the gusset of my knickers, pressing slightly, tracing my crease, dipping at my entrance, pushing at my nubbin, I was lost.

I was in a spaceship, in orbit around Mars being felt up by an alien. Or I was lying drooling somewhere in Bradford after being roofied with a hallucinogenic drug. I was unsure which was the most probable. His fingers eased past the hem of my knickers and his alien fingers touched my intimate flesh, and my intimate flesh seemed very lubricated.

I gasped and then I gulped as fingers pressed past my entrance and delved into my depth. Oh my, I wasn't expecting this today, but then I wasn't expecting aliens either. I felt his fingers, two I thought, slowly go over my bumps and ridges, pushing deep inside me. Another hand, strictly speaking, his 'other' hand, he only had two like you or me, undid the catch on my bra and it sprang apart.

His kisses moved from my mouth down south, and then he was chewing at one of my nipples, a hand holding my breast as if he thought it might fall off. I didn't care, the pleasures were flowing and my back was arching as my pressures were growing. I was sure there must be sparks between my legs, my electrics were fizzing away, and my fanny was pulsing around his fingers.

His mouth moved away from my boobs and then his fingers left my fanny, and I felt my knickers sliding down my legs, and then a breath against my crease had my attention in a snap. A tongue, his tongue obviously, pressed against my clitoris and my nubbin felt as if it were about to explode, pleasures that I had thought were peaking simply grew and grew and grew, far beyond what I had ever experienced. My old boyfriend thought he was a cunnilinguist, judging by Trev, my old boyfriend wasn't even a gardener.

I was laying there, gasping, gulping in air, moaning, grunting and doing nothing else. I pulled his head away and rolled off the bed. I pulled away the rest of my clothes and stood naked before him, Trev, my first alien. As far as I knew, I mean Gordon had been a bit weird, perhaps he had been an alien.

I knelt on the bed and pulled Trev's trousers and underpants down and then peeled his top off him and I took a jolly good look. Balls, yes, normal, perhaps a little larger than usual, dick, yes, he had one of them in the usual place, again a little larger than usual. He had a belly button and little man nipples. I could see nothing that would indicate he was an alien. Good.

I leant forward and kissed the end of his dick, he flinched, a good sign. I opened my mouth and sucked his dick inside, my tongue wrapping around it as far as I could. I began to move my mouth back and forth, my hands holding his balls and squeezing them just enough that he would know I was there. I could only assume that alien men had the same frailties as Earthmen.

He began panting and then he was gulping in air, I let a finger drag and trail along his perineum and press against his crinkle, that got a real reaction, his bum lifted high of the bed, and he gasped so loudly I thought that his rocket engines must have started.

He pulled my head away and taking my face again, he kissed me as he rolled me onto my back and settled between my legs, his dick nudging against my crease. As I kissed back I felt his hand moving his dick, sliding it along my valley and then he was pressed against my entrance, and before I had assimilated that, his dick was passed my entrance, through my opening and well on the way to filling my depth.

He was stretching my fanny more than I had been stretched before, but not painfully so, no, it was a nice stretch, he was more easing his dick inside than forcing it in and causing pain. I tried squeezing his dick with my fanny walls, and then I started pulsing my fanny, his dick twitching inside me, and I could feel a pulse ticking away deep inside my fanny.

He began to increase his rhythm, keeping his depth constant, just going faster and faster until I could no longer feel his foreskin move within me, it was just a blur of pleasures. I could feel my moment approaching, my pressures were at bursting point, and I was probably electrocuting him with the fizzes and bangs in my groin.

He was an alien, but his shagging was just like it was with an Earthman, slap, slap on my mons, gasps from me, grunts from him, anyone listening would not have known that interspecies copulation was occurring, and with eyes shut, neither would I. Faster and faster, the slaps louder and louder and then he pushed in deeper than ever and held, he stopped and as my orgasm exploded, erupting through my body, I felt his spurts as he deposited his alien cream deep in my fanny.

I was gasping, I was bucking, this was a deeper orgasm than his bloody silly doors gave me, and I had my hands around his back, fingernails digging in, and my legs around his bum, pressing him to me. Slowly I relaxed, slowly my breath returned to something approaching normal, my hands eased away from his back and my legs fell back to the mattress.

Trev eased back and his dick fell from my fanny with a gurgle, and I could feel his spunks dribbling out of my fanny. I lay there wondering what the future would hold. People say that they have been probed when they have been abducted by aliens, all I can say is Trev can probe me anytime he likes.