Chapter 2: Body Language
Velma and her alien escort popped from outside to inside the spacecraft between eyeblinks. She couldn't tell if they had traveled by matter transmission, dimensional interphasing, or another unguessed-at method, but at any rate, she was aboard.
Looking around with edgy excitement, she saw a dimly lit room with pale, unmarked walls; it seemed almost bare of furnishings except for three long, curved platforms set in a ring around a large oval of soft white light shining from ceiling to floor. Velma was reminded of an operating theater, but where were the instruments and diagnostic equipment? Where was the table?
Four more of the small blue beings approached, including a slightly taller one in a yellow coverall; they tilted their heads to the right in what Velma took to be a greeting, and she did the same, hoping to get things off to a good start. With the same extraordinary projection of thought they had used earlier, the aliens asked her to step into the light.
As Velma walked into the column of radiance, her legs immediately slid out from under her; but instead of falling, she found herself suspended in a prone position, floating a few feet above the floor. Experimentally, she moved her arms and legs, discovering that she wasn't being held rigid by the light, but simply reclining in mid-air. Velma suspected that she would find the effect quite comfortable, given a few minutes to get used to it.
She tried to lie still as the aliens (whom she was beginning to think of as 'Blues') mounted the platforms, raising them level with her. They stood in a circle around her hovering body, placidly blinking their deep, dark eyes.
Jumpy with anticipation, Velma couldn't figure out what to do with her hands, first folding them on her stomach, then holding them at her sides. The problem was solved when the Blues gently took them and began stroking her fingers and palms.
Another pair of Blues busied themselves removing Velma's shoes and socks. This made her frown, since she usually didn't like anyone fooling with her feet; but when the Blues started to rub them, going up and down her smooth soles, across her insteps and between each toe, she had to admit she was enjoying it.
"Mmm, that's nice," murmured Velma. The aliens' long, thin fingers were unexpectedly warm and soft, and exuded traces of an oily substance at the tips; her skin tingled pleasurably wherever they touched.
The taller Blue in the yellow uniform took a position behind her and placed his fingers at her temples, moving in a soothing, circular motion. Velma sighed contentedly; with all this massaging, she was becoming quite relaxed. "Hey, I really like what you're doing, but when does the examination start?" she asked the alien (whom she dubbed 'Bigger Blue').
His silent mental answer surprised Velma: this was the examination, at least the early stages of it. In some unfathomable way, the Blues were gathering physical information about her simply by touching her body, letting it 'talk' to them. She could remember reading a couple of UFO stories involving something similar, and dismissing them as 'new age' type fantasies; perhaps that had been a hasty judgment.
This was truly alien science, but it suited Velma fine, since she'd expected to be thoroughly probed and wasn't looking forward to that. She gave a tiny shiver; now the Blues were pressing on the nails of her fingers and toes just enough for her to barely feel it, a technique she found curiously sensual.
Bigger Blue's fingers were still at her temples; he cast his thoughts to her again, communicating the idea that they were ready to examine the rest of her body - if she still wished to continue. Jinkies, they're so considerate! noted Velma. I've had human doctors who weren't half this patient with me. She felt very secure in telling the Blues to proceed: "Go ahead, fellas; I put myself in your hands... literally."
Velma's eyes blurred as Bigger Blue slipped off her glasses, but for once she didn't much mind; this was going to be more of a tactile experience than a visual one, so she just closed her eyes and settled back in her 'hammock' of air.
Swiftly and professionally, the other Blues divested Velma of her T-shirt, shorts and panties. Naked, she stretched in the oval of light, luxuriating as the air caressed her pale skin. Velma had a more rounded figure than Daphne, but she was happy with her curves; if they were often concealed by baggy sweaters, it was only because she was most comfortable in loose clothing. At this moment, though, she decided no clothing at all was even better, feeling strangely sexy as the aliens explored her body.
Bigger Blue ran his fingers through Velma's short brown hair and then all over her face, softly tracing her eyelids, nose, lips, and even her freckles. Other Blues began fondling and kneading her ample breasts, and Velma moaned in pure delight as her large nipples went hard. Daphne isn't going to believe this, she thought. Wish she'd felt like coming along.
The soothing touch of the Blues penetrated the layers of Velma's skin, spreading that tingling sensation deep inside, through her veins, arteries, and even her organs. She could hear herself making little involuntary gasps and whimpers as they stroked her arms, legs, shoulders and stomach, carefully turning her floating form to better access her back and hips.
Velma had never received a full-body massage before, and it was something of a revelation to her. She'd intended to make many clinical observations during the exam, but that seemed oddly unimportant right now. She simply wanted to abandon herself to pleasure, to let her busy brain slip into low gear and live in this wondrous moment without analyzing it.
Do I always have to be so darn methodical? mused Velma. Lately, she'd been picking at everything and becoming increasingly irritable. Perhaps it had to do with what her mother quaintly referred to as 'growing pains'... but whether the cause was intellectual or hormonal, it seemed the very traits that made her such an expert mystery solver were starting to inhibit her everyday life, without her being aware of it.
The Blues' massage skills were flushing stress toxins out of Velma's system, bringing her a new clarity. Daphne was right, I do need to loosen up, she realized. Try some frivolous things, take more chances, find my balance again before I forget how to just have fun! Tomorrow, she would go jump in that lake no matter how cold it was, if for no other reason than to see how it felt... and she would absolutely rock that new swimsuit!
Emotions close to the surface, Velma discovered tears in her eyes - which she also considered a positive step: I probably don't let myself cry enough, either. Bigger Blue took notice, and sent her an inquiring thought. "I'm okay," she assured him, smiling. "Just working through some stuff."
But further reflection would have to wait, as questing fingers delved into Velma's pelvic area, quickly arriving at the most sensitive part of her already tantalized body.
"Uh, guys...?" she began, uncertainly. "That's my clitoris you're fiddling with... If you keep touching me there, I'll..." A wave of sheer arousal coursed through Velma's lower torso, making her breaths rapid, her voice shaky: "Uh, I mean, if you... damn, that feels good..." She groaned and arched her back, heart pounding, as the wave crested: "Seriously though, if, if you keep that up, I'm going to..." The wave broke, engulfing her in a warm, wet tide: "I'm... oh, oh, oh! Jinkieeeees!"
Gradually, Velma's body stopped twitching, her pulse and breathing returning to normal. Wow, that was a lot better than when I masturbate by myself, she thought, as her orgasm subsided. I really need to start having actual sex... and soon!
The aliens had witnessed her reaction with great interest, and Bigger Blue made a mental request. "Huh? Can I do that again?" Velma echoed, then assumed a mock-serious expression: "Well, okay - if you insist." Unable to keep a straight face, she giggled uncontrollably for several seconds, causing the Blues to exchange puzzled looks.
While Velma rested, Bigger Blue gave her a small container of water which she gratefully sipped through a straw; soon she was quite ready for more stimulation. It took a little longer this time, but the aliens were able to bring her to a second orgasm, even deeper and more intense than the first. Overwhelmed, she let out a high, thin squeal and her entire body jackknifed, leaving her bobbing upside down.
The Blues swiftly returned her limp form to the proper angle, pushing back her soaked bangs and mopping her forehead and face. "I want you little fellas to do all my check-ups..." she mumbled, dazedly.
This completed the examination - which was just as well, since Velma had become a blissful blob of Jell-O, her body glistening with sweat and alien oils. When she could stand up, the Blues helped her to her feet and returned her glasses; then they led her to a small adjoining room where she could shower and dress.
Velma felt a wealth of positive thoughts directed at her, and realized the aliens were thanking her for being such a willing participant in their study. "Guys, no... I should be thanking you for this awesome experience," she said. "I woudn't have missed it for anything." An idea occurred to her, and she turned to Bigger Blue with a hopeful smile: "Hey, can I ask a favor?"