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Slipping the helmet off, she was met by a gorgeous set of gold eyes. Almost dragon like, with oval pupils. Martha smiled softly, remembering her old career as a makeup artist in Hollywood. She loved dragons, especially when they breathed fire. Her eyes went wide, remembering the inflamed gas, moving toward her truck.

The man smiled pulling her close, as her truck exploded behind her. Instead of being instantly killed, her hair whipped madly, and her ears rang in pain from the thunderous explosion. Glancing up, she could see a blue field of energy protecting them. Pulling back in a daze, as the field slowly disappeared, the man smiled at her again.

For the first time the busty woman realized her savior's skin was, blue. Short black hair, and pointed blue ears. He looked kind of like an elf. Instead of being afraid, she smiled in awe. He was like something out of one of her movies, but, real.

“Hi.” She breathed softly, as the man slumped into her arms, passing out. “Oh, oh shit.” She gasped in surprise.

Years of farm work had given Martha a well toned, and strong body, and she easily scooped the young man up into her arms. Her truck was gone, but maybe his ship had a working radio. Walking down the trench she came upon a small vessel, unlike anything she had ever seen. If it was a movie prop, she would say it was a single occupant escape pod. Was her savior an alien, he sure didn't look human, but her addled mind, just couldn't wrap itself around the notion.

Heading back to the road, she saw a truck coming up the road. She couldn't let them see his face, or they might freak out. Quickly setting him down, she put his helmet back on, and then ran into the road waving the truck down.

An older man came to a stop and glanced at the busty woman with a bit of lust in his eyes. “What happened here?”

Not recognizing the man, Martha guessed he was just passing through. “A freak meteor shower, my, son and I, could use a ride to my farm, it's just up a couple miles.”

“Sure, hop in.” He nodded.

Smiling gratefully she scooped up the young aviator, and gently placed him in the bed of the truck, before getting into the cab with the stranger.

“Is he okay?” He asked concerned.

“Bumped his head, he'll be fine.” She smiled.

“You too, from what I can tell.” He said, starting down the road.

“Nothing a band-aid won't fix.” She chuckled.

The two rode in silence, till they reached her farm. Thanking the kind man, she took the passed out man, inside, and up to her room. Removing his helmet, and his flight suit she found a very handsome humanoid beneath the suit, in black boxers. Other then his skin color, eyes and ears, he looked human. A well built, and handsome human. Maybe it was the concussion talking but she could feel herself getting aroused by the sight of him.