Free An Alien Rescue by Gordon Mackay

off my flaming head!”
    Belinda took hold of one hand. The softness of her skin and warmth of her touch seemed to waken him. He looked her in the eyes and said he could remember something, but only a sequence of shadows.
    “I have this idea for a story, you know? It’s all about a blonde woman who I fell in love with, making passionate love to; and you’re now telling me it’s all true? That is, you’re telling me that it actually took place, that I really did have sex with that blonde babe of a woman. Wow… and bloody hell!”
    “Yes, Scott, that is what I’m saying.”
    Giving a gentle tug to his arm, she suggested he should stand up and follow her. She wanted to show him more of where he was. What he didn’t know was the ship he was in was presently travelling towards its Mothership, which was a very long way off.
    Stepping through the doorway, she stooped to gather something just out of site around the corner. She spun round holding a pair of blue coveralls, just like the pair she was wearing.
    “Please wear these,” she said.
    In silence, he reached out and accepted the bundle, noticing how light they were. Allowing the coveralls to unfold he saw there were moulded shoes incorporated into the clever design.
    “Hey, these are brilliant! Scott was impressed as he slipped them on. His attention was captured by how flimsy they felt, suspecting they might tear easily if he manhandled them too severely. “They feel as if there’s no real substance to them,” he added.
    Belinda stood perfectly still as she watched him put them on, taking note of his exceptional physique. The stories concerning Scott and Frell mating on the Mothership had been told countless times, right across space. The passion felt by Frell had passed telepathically to the other women on board, with a small sexual revolution taking place in consequence. Scott had become a legend in his own lifetime and many would love to meet him. She regretted not being there when it all took place, the sexual activity between him and Frell, to have briefly felt the sensations passing between them. She had only just left the Mothership and been on her way to another base to personally pass on necessary data concerning Scott and his persona to the Council of Six, the ruling body of inhabited intelligent space. She could only imagine what she had missed; trying to piece together the episode from the fragments of information she had learned from those who felt the experience. Yet here he was, standing right in front of her while wearing only a small pair of pants with that bulge between his thighs. He was bending over as he pulled the blue coveralls upwards, beginning to stand upright. The man of her dreams and secret desires was here and all she could do was look upon him. She unknowingly allowed herself to release a very long and loud sigh. Scott heard it and looked up.
    He asked with concern. “Are you feeling OK?”
    Belinda hesitated for a moment before dragging herself from her wishful fantasy and replying. “Yes…, I’m fine…, thanks.” She had replied in a voice no louder than a whisper, which he was acutely aware of with a tingle running up his spine at the sensuality and suggestiveness of the sound. Her mind was preoccupied with other things, secret thoughts of physical sensations she could only imagine, but was on the verge of wishing out loud. She was desperate to tell him her secret thoughts and desires, but could not allow herself to do so.
    With the coveralls finally on, he couldn’t work out how to fasten the frontal opening. There were no buttons or any kind of visible connections he could recognise. She saw his dilemma and stepped forward to assist him. Her pulse quickened as she reached down to his groin area to place a hand at the base of the opening. Oh, how she wanted to go further and place a hand inside the suit to touch this extraordinary man’s genitals. She almost did as he stepped closer towards her. She unknowingly held her