Save the nearest woman and try to wake her

You can't just run off and leave all the women lying here defenseless. You grab the nearest woman, the one in the t-shirt and shorts, by the legs and pull with all your might. It isn't easy, but you drag her to the nearest building. Luckily most of the way is covered with grass and, and even more luckily, the green aliens pay no attention to you. They seem totally occupied with collecting their booty of **** earth females. The door is open, and you drag her inside, puffing more than a little from the exertion.

Looking around, you are in an office building, now abandoned. Notebooks, pencils, and the like scattered around the floor indicate its occupants left in a big hurry. No doubt when they saw what was happening in the street, they joined the fleeing mob. You close the door and pull the shades on all the windows. Now unless they do a building-to-building search, or have some sort of fancy alien detection technology, the little green men will not know you are here.

You look at the woman's features closely for the first time. She is tall, at least 5'11" (no wonder you were puffing by the time you got her into the building), but slim (thank God!). Her shoulder length hair is blonde, and her skin is tan. Her face, with its small, slightly upturned nose, is pretty, and even though the t-shirt is a little large for the rest of her body, her boobs fill it out more than nicely. She is wearing sneakers and you guess she was out jogging when the aliens came. She is most definitely a sleeping beauty.

You kneel next to her. "Wake up, lady," you say, first shaking her shoulders, then give her face a little slap. Nothing. You slap harder, wincing a little as you do in fear you will hurt her, but still nothing. A quick rifle through her short’s pockets yields a driver's license belonging to a 24 year old Sheila Youngston. The picture on the license shows that to be her. Looking down at the prone body, you ask, "Well, Sheila, what do we do now?" As you expect, there is no answer.

Maybe it will help if she is not lying down. You decide to sit her up against the wall. Grabbing her under the arms, one of your hands lightly brushes a breast. She sighs slightly, the first sound Sheila has made since the alien ray hit her. Hoping that she is waking up, You lay her down and shake her again. Again, no response, she just lies there, breathing quietly. Experimentally, you lightly sweep her right breast with your fingers as before. There it is, that little sigh. You press harder, massaging her breast through the t-shirt with your palm as your fingers tweak the nipple. The sigh is louder this time, and her body even seems to stir slightly. Is the nipple growing between your fingers? Telling yourself it is just because you need the information, you pull her t-shirt up, exposing a sports bra. Yeah, she was a jogger alright. Unclasping the bra, you let her sweet melons hang loose. You look around almost guiltily, then tell yourself that you are only trying to find a way to help her. If that means reaching out and grabbing that beautiful left tit, cupping and squeezing it with both hands, then so be it. This time there is no mistaking it, this nipple responds too, enlarging to twin the other one. The rest of her body responds also. The sighs become almost continual while her body instictively shifts towards you. The alien ray, while putting her to sleep, has, for some no doubt nefarious alien reason, primed her body for sexual arousal. Can you use this to wake her? Not being able to think of anything else to try, you reluctantly (Ok, not so reluctantly) decide to see if you can arouse her into consciousness.

Moving back to the right breast, you put your mouth to work. You start by licking around the nipple, but soon take that luscious nub between your lips and alternately suck it and flick it rapidly with your tongue. Her body arches in your arms and the sighs become moans, but those eyes to do not open. You slip a hand under her shorts and feel a pair of flimsy panties. Quickly you pull their front to the side and explore the pussy within. A finger, then two, slip in easily. She is wet and ready. You stand-up and quickly pull her shorts and underwear off. The hair around that wet pussy is short, and you note that she is a real blonde. Your fingers reenter her wetness, and soon she writhing to your touch, her moans rising in pitch to become almost screams, but you can't get her to go that last mile. There is only one thing left to try. Your body has been ready to try it for quite some time now. Your underwear joins hers on the floor. You spread her legs to create an easy target for yourself, carefully line your dick up with that blond slit, and thrust. Despite her wetness, it feels tight going in, but a couple of pumpings soon have your cock so coated with her juices that it feels like it is shooting along a slip-and-slide. Her thighs begin to rise and fall to match your rhythm, almost imperceptably at first, but then with more and more strength. Her arms rise up to wrap themselves around you. Gasps escape her, first formless, but then shaping into whispered words, “Yes … yes, there, right there … fuck, Fuck, FUCK!”.

Her reactions send you over the edge. Your toes curl, your body centers itself right there at your straining cock, and then you cum, and cum, and cum some more. You can't be sure because of your amnesia, but you think it has been quite a long time since you had sex. And while this felt great, a sense of failure overshadows the moment as you stare at her still closed eyes. Then, just before your cock loses the last of its hardness, you feel her cunt walls contract once around it while her hands lower down to your butt and pull you into her with a sense of almost desperation. Time freezes for a moment, and then she lets loose. Her face contorts with a scream of joy, a bigger cunt contraction grabs at your semi-hard dick, and her fingernails dig deep into your butt cheeks, drawing blood. Then it is over and her limbs collapse back back onto the floor.

She lies there for a moment, gasping for air, then opens her eyes. Yes! you pump your fist in victory at waking this sleeping beauty. Sheila looks at you blissfully for a second, then her eyes shoot wide open. Suddenly the worry that the alien ray has permantly affected her in some manner shoots through your mind. Maybe it has made her loyal to the aliens, or a permanent nympho, or mindlessly submissive? Or something worse - or better? What she says next gives you your answer.