Closest Encounter

  Table of Contents

  Legal Page

  Title Page

  Book Description

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  New Excerpt

  About the Author

  Closest Encounter

  ISBN # 978-1-78430-792-9

  ©Copyright E.G. Wiser 2015

  Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright September 2015

  Edited by Jamie D. Rose

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  This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

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  Published in 2015 by Totally Bound Publishing, Newland House, The Point, Weaver Road, Lincoln, LN6 3QN

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  Warning:

  This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a heat rating of Totally Burning and a Sexometer of 3.

  CLOSEST ENCOUNTER

  E.G. Wiser

  Special Agent Beth August is sent to investigate an object of mysterious origins. What she uncovers could send the world into an orgy of apocalyptic proportions.

  A strange object of alien origin has been found and the Department of Ufology has sent its top agent, Beth August, to investigate. Once there, she meets Brad Davis, a handsome security guard with a secret of his own. Together they both succumb to and struggle against the object’s aphrodisiac powers, eventually finding themselves in a race to prevent the world from exploding into sexual anarchy, even as the two of them grapple to understand how much of their own mutual attraction is due to an unexplained supernatural energy and how much is the more natural chemistry of two people falling in love.

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

  Thermos: Thermos LLC

  Jell-O: Kraft Foods Group Brands LLC

  Old Spice: Proctor & Gamble Company

  NASA: National Aeronautics and Space Program

  Facebook: Facebook Inc.

  Chapter One

  Beth August felt it the moment she stepped out of her black government-issued sedan. A tingling somewhere behind her forehead that crawled down her face and neck like a mild electric shock. The feeling spread out as it reached her chest—professionally contained as it was in her well-tailored black suit—and intensified as it moved lower and deeper inside her.

  She hadn’t expected this. This was only in the warehouse parking lot. The object that she was investigating was still at least a hundred yards and several steel doors and walls away. But she’d read the stories in both the official and the unofficial reports—vague accounts, from questionable sources mostly, but there had been enough for the governor to send her down for a look.

  Beth wiped the sweat off her brow with the back of her hand.

  It was a warm day but not that warm. The sweat was from something else—from the thing inside the warehouse.

  She walked toward the front door of the warehouse, every click of her heel on the walkway like the tick of a clock counting down to something… What, exactly, she did not know.

  At the door she hit the buzzer, waited for a minute. There was some small commotion inside—a sliding of bolts, a turning of keys. Finally the door opened to reveal the security guard.

  He was the single best-looking security guard she had ever seen. There wasn’t even a close second. He looked like the guy they would use for the cover of a security guard catalog. Black hair, broad shoulders, strong jaw. In fact, he was the person they would have rejected for the cover for having too much sex-appeal. Get me someone blander, the editor would have shouted to his much-put-upon assistant.

  “Can I help you?” the sexiest security guard in the history of time said. His lips were of the sort of fullness Beth preferred, which was to say, enough to be pronounced—to seem always a fraction away from forming a pout—but not so much as to seem petulant or anything less than masculine.

  “I’m from the state,” she said, surprised at how her own voice broke a little, like she was a schoolgirl startled by the school’s star athlete while simultaneously trying to remember her locker combination. But she was not a schoolgirl. She was Beth August, Special Agent from the state’s Department of Ufology, and she was not a woman whose voice was in the habit of breaking. She attributed it to the strange tingling sensation.

  She flashed her ID and swallowed hard to clear her throat of any more residual ridiculousness. “Someone should have told you I was coming.”

  The guard stood back, held the door open, smiled.

  “I was told,” he said. “But I didn’t even know the state had a Department of Ufology.”

  Beth shrugged, entered the building. “The governor watches a lot of TV,” she said.

  “So do I,” the guard said. “Still didn’t think the state had any Department of Ufology.”

  “Maybe she watches different stations than you do,” Beth said.

  “She must.”

  Inside, the tingling sensation was about ten times stronger. Her panties became slightly damp. What the hell is that? And the tall and handsome guard wasn’t helping matters any. She could practically feel the heat of his body from where she stood. And the scent of him—some faintness of cologne with a more natural, manly scent on top of it. Jesus, he practically smells like sex.

  “Do you feel okay?” the guard asked.

  “Sure,” she said, not very convincingly.

  “It makes you feel funny,” he said, his face breaking into a sheepish, schoolboy grin. “I noticed it right away, but it’s gotten stronger since then. We used to have about a dozen more guards in the building, but they all turned out to have…uh…trouble…controlling themselves…”

  “Controlling themselves,” she repeated, dabbing her forehead with the back of her hand.

  He nodded slowly.

  Has anyone ever made a nod look sexier? How is that even possible? It’s a nod, for chrissake…

  He looked down at his feet, spoke in almost a whisper. “Sexually.”

  “Could you be more specific?” she asked. “I read something in the reports but it was a little vague.”

  “Well,” he said. “Um…”

  “Go on.”

  “One of the guards…Tom…was found…um…pleasuring himself in the cafeteria. With…uh…sort of with a ham sandwich.”

  “Listen”—she read his name tag—“Brad, this will probably take a lot less time if you worry a little less about offending me. I’m a big girl, and you’d be surprised at some of t
he things I’ve had to deal with in the department. It’s not all alien abductions and cattle mutilations, you know. There’s a fair amount of probing too.”

  “I’m sorry, Agent August, but you don’t seem that much of a big girl to me.”

  Beth just looked at him without speaking, trying to figure out how Brad meant his words to be taken. Probably not as badly as they sounded to her at the moment.

  “Okay, Brad,” she said, the tone of her voice conveying her displeasure.

  “I don’t mean you’re not a grown woman,” he said.

  “Uh-huh,” she said.

  “And you’re not small, exactly. Where it counts. In a good way, I mean…” He actually glanced at her breasts at that moment, and she realized then that her nipples were pushing out hard against her blouse beneath the jacket.

  They were, in fact, good breasts. She had always been proud of them. They were a part of herself that she never bothered to keep hidden from lovers—not too big or too small. Firm and upwardly pointed. They’d been complimented more than a few times. Her ass was perfectly fine, she knew, and her general shape well within the parameters of what was considered attractive, but her breasts she knew to be truly exceptional. Was Handsome Security Guard Brad talking about those?

  There seemed to be a fog of heat in front of her face to go along with the tingling of her flesh and it occurred to her that a part of her was already imagining pushing her hands into the spaces between Brad’s buttons and tearing open his shirt. She wanted to place her warm mouth on the nipples of what she knew had to be a firm chest, to undo his belt and pants, reach a hand down in there to wrap around a cock whose hardness she could sense even now.

  She held this all deep inside her, made her face a serious, placid mask of departmental professionalism.

  “So, Brad,” she said, “are you saying I’m just a little girl with big tits? Am I following you correctly?”

  “Dear God no…” he stammered.

  “A big girl with small tits?”

  “What? No… Not that. They’re fine. Great… I mean… You’re great. Perfectly… I’m…uh… Crap.”

  “Relax, Brad,” she said and couldn’t help but smile. “I’ll give you a pass on this one due to the possible influence of supernatural energies. My point is this. Just tell me what happened in the simplest language possible. Don’t worry so much about what is going to make me blush and clutch my pearls. I’ve heard it all, seen a lot and done plenty. What happened to the other guards? The ones that weren’t caught fucking a ham sandwich in the cafeteria…?”

  He laughed with a kind of nervous relief. Beth noticed that some amount of perspiration had made its appearance above his lips and brow. She repressed the impulse to lick it off.

  “Well, that was Tom,” he said. “With the sandwich. Then there was Theresa and Joe who were found in the stairwell…”

  “Fucking?” Beth offered helpfully.

  “Fucking seems a bit too mild a word for what they were doing. Let’s just say that a number of orifices were involved—and at least one security baton.”

  “Okay, that’s three guards down.”

  “Margo was another case of inappropriate masturbation.”

  “Sandwich?”

  “Thermos.”

  “Ouch.”

  “In her defense, it wasn’t a very big Thermos.”

  “Okay.”

  “I mean, I’ve seen bigger.”

  “Okay. That’s four.”

  “Jenn, Mike, Denise, Brian and Scott were all found together in the parking lot.”

  “Must have been a big car.”

  “They weren’t in a car. Just in the parking lot.”

  “All right then.”

  “Mila and Tanisha were found doing things in a car, though.”

  “I’ll be honest. I’ve actually lost count at this point.”

  “Yeah. I don’t even remember all their names anymore. But they’re all gone now for one count or another of inappropriate behavior while on duty. Maybe it’s from that thing we got in the warehouse that you’re here to see, or maybe there’s something wrong with either our water supply—

  “Or your human resources department.”

  “Either way, they’re gone. I’m all that’s left.”

  “Interesting,” she said. “So what’s wrong with you? Are you a eunuch? Did you have your genitalia torn off in a tragic bull fighting accident or something?”

  She felt a little bad as soon as she had said it, but Brad did not seem to take offense. He smiled broadly, looked down at his feet again and said, “No. I just never found myself that attracted to anyone here… Until now, I mean.”

  It occurred to her then that maybe he wasn’t looking at his feet. She followed his gaze to the pronounced bulge in his pants. He was no eunuch—that was for sure.

  “Oh God,” she said.

  “I’m sorry,” he said, shifting a bit on his long legs.

  “Oh don’t be,” she said, taking a small step forward. What happened next was confusing enough to her as it happened and even harder to make clear in the numerous reports and forms she would have to fill out and file later.

  She placed her hand upon the impressive bulge in his pants, felt the substantial fleshy shaft straining against the fabric then undid his belt and pants, releasing his cock. She was not disappointed. It fairly sprang from its containment, a droplet of pre-cum already forming like dew at the tip. The palm of her hand ran across the bulbous head, spreading its ready lubricant across the soft skin.

  “I think we should get this out of the way,” she said into the hot skin of his neck. “For the sake of the investigation…”

  “All right,” he croaked, unbuttoning the seven buttons of her blouse with admirable efficiency.

  “Otherwise I’ll just be thinking about this the whole time I’m supposed to be investigating,” she said, running her hand loosely up and down the length of him.

  “Agreed,” he said, his hands sliding across her skin, cupping her breasts, letting her stiff nipples slip into place between his fingers. His palms felt good and real and warm to her. They belonged there. But they belonged a lot of places.

  She arched her back, pressing her torso against him as she wrapped her hand more firmly around his cock now, sliding up and down as his soft lips grazed her forehead and the bridge of her nose, before finally finding her mouth.

  His tongue slipped between her lips, slid gently across her teeth and tongue while his fingers continued to caress and knead her breasts with a perfect combination of gentleness and intent.

  Her own tongue found his mouth warm and perfect. Immediately she loved the taste of him, the feel of his skin, the faint bristle of his chin, the hot curiosity of his hands. One of those hands left her breasts, slid farther down across her ribs and belly, across the soft brush of her pubic hair, to split at last the hot, wet lips that had been waiting—not quite patiently—for the touch of some part of him.

  His fingers opened her. She sighed hard against his neck, pushed him gently away, but not to stop him. Not exactly.

  She fell to her knees, teased her tongue across the head of his cock for a moment before sucking the whole of him into her mouth. She felt him gasp. She felt it in his flesh, in the hands that clenched into her hair, in the hot air that surrounded them.

  Already there was the saltiness of him on her tongue. Already there was the tenseness of his entire body, the cords of his muscles twanging like steel. He would not last long like this, and though it was tempting to feel his cock explode in her eager mouth, to taste his cum and feel his convulsions of ecstasy in that way, she greedily wanted more. She wanted the crush of his hard body against her. She wanted the sensation of his cock plunging deep inside her as she wrapped her legs and arms around him and pressed the heat of her mouth into his.

  So she pulled away. Felt the shiver of delayed satisfaction run through him as she rose back to her feet, kissed him hard against the mouth, and tore the last of the encumbering clot
hes away from them both.

  “Fuck me,” she said. Had she ever said it quite like that before? Not so forthrightly, she was certain—and never with the same sincerity and urgency of need.

  She stepped back, away from him. His body was hard and glistening with sweat and shimmering with desire, his handsome face a mask of lust.

  She lay down on the floor of the hallway. The gray linoleum tile was cold and smooth and felt oddly good against the heat of her skin. She opened her legs for him and he did not need to be asked more than that. He lay upon her, and she wrapped her legs around him. The head of his cock found her pussy, pressed against it for a tantalizing moment or two before pushing forward, opening her lips around him, plunging deep inside her.

  Beth August had fucked before. She had fucked well enough and often enough. She had fucked men she had loved, men she had only thought she had loved and men she liked well enough at the time. And she had fucked herself, when necessary or preferred. But never had fucking felt quite like this. Never had a cock filled her so thoroughly and correctly. Never had the skin against hers felt so right. No part of her wanted this to be over, and every part of her wanted this to reach its pounding logical conclusion where it had to end.

  Was she screaming? She may have been. The sounds that escaped her as Brad the Handsome Security Guard pounded into her were so much a part of the air, so much a part of the roaring of their flesh and blood, that she could not tell or remember afterward if she had made a noise at all, though it would seem that the echo of those possible screams and moans might follow her through the rest of her life.

  He came. She could feel him releasing inside her. The heat of him made liquid, filling her as his muscles tensed and trembled and her own orgasm came tumbling after. She saw lights, sparks flying from her nerve endings. Her fingers pressed hard into his shoulders, her hips lifted, pressing hard against his own hips trying to wring out the last of every sensation. Her breath exhaled in a forceful sigh and her body relaxed beneath him, every part of her feeling it was melting into the floor in spent satisfaction.