Yorkshire Dales
Copyright© 2026 by MicaMeesha
Chapter 26
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 26 - An ongoing account of the various interactions, some natural, some supernatural, some fantastical, all sexual, that occur in a small cottage in the West Riding Yorkshire Dales.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Fairy Tale Aliens Paranormal Magic Demons Incest Mother Son Daughter Water Sports
I was sitting in my open doorway at the cottage drinking a tea. I was alone, and so I had made a pot of Lapsang Souchong tea using my loose leaves. The leaves made such a better tea than bags, with a real roundness to the flavour. I was just watching the clouds as they rolled across the sky; they had quite the speed about them today, and I wondered if a storm was coming in; it didn’t matter to me. I was going to be here for a few days; I had some spreadsheets that I wanted to rework for my government contract, and the peace and quiet at the cottage did allow me to get more done than back at home.
Home, that was moot. These days I spent more time here in the desolation and isolation of the Autumnal Dales than I did back in the suburban home that Mik and I shared. Mik was doing his thing. He had a girlfriend now, and she was not one for isolated Yorkshire cottages; no, she wanted to go to town in the evenings and ‘hang’ – whatever that meant. I could understand it; it is only when you have a few years under your belt that you can appreciate the peace and quiet and not feel the need to be out and about and doing stuff all the time, like the youngsters did.
Something caught my eye; I wasn’t sure what. It was as if something flew across the sky at a tremendous speed, but I was uncertain. It must have been a trick of the light; nothing moves that fast, and if it did, surely there would be a sonic boom. I could see no signs of its passage, no contrail, nothing to prove my eyes had seen something.
I shrugged. I must be mistaken, just an odd flash. Perhaps a distant lightning bolt. I went back to cloud watching; some clouds were boiling up into fluff and then seemed to thin and dissipate. It was, well, for me any way, fascinating to watch. I was musing as to whether I should visit with Fay and Elvina when my attention was caught by something coming at my drive at speed.
It was an old four-by-four, an old Toyota, very battered, and it looked as if even the dents had dings. It skidded to a stop in front of me, and a man leapt out and ran across to me.
“Did you see it, did you?”
“See what?” I replied.
“In the sky, it was amazing.”
“I am not sure there was, I thought, something, but I decided it was a trick of the light.”
“No, no, it wasn’t; something unknown was flying through the sky. It was amazing.”
I decided that perhaps we had both seen the same strange phenomenon, but that didn’t give him the right to come bowling at speed up my drive.
“Can I point out that this is not a right of way and you have damaged my drive with your speed and skids? When you leave, which can be now, would you drive more carefully and not cause further damage to my property?”
“What? Oh goodness woman, that was far more important than a bit of grass.”
“No, not to me; it wasn’t. Now, if there is nothing else, you can carefully turn and drive back slowly to the public roads. Thank you.”
He had annoyed me. My driveway and I take great care of how I drive over it. It is bad enough when Jacob comes up in his tractor with his great big treaded tyres, but at least he doesn’t skid and tear my grass.
“You don’t understand,” he said. I interrupted him.
“No sir, it is you that doesn’t understand. This grassed track is my private drive; it is the only access to my cottage. You have no right of access, and you have caused damage, and you have also disturbed my peace. I have no idea why you thought you could drive at speed through the countryside; there is no right of access.”
He looked at me and then back along the track.
“I am so sorry,” he said. “Perhaps I could explain: I am Professor Edwards, and I am Professor of Astrophysics at Leeds University. What you think you saw was a UFO, an object that is unidentifiable and is flying. It defied our known physics.”
“Professor Edwards, I don’t care who you are or what you saw. You damaged my property and are in fact trespassing.”
“Trespass is a tort, not a crime, and is not significant in relation to what we saw.”
“What is significant is the damage to my drive. I would like you to leave.”
Perhaps, I wondered, I should put a lockable gate across my drive.
He turned and got into his Toyota and slowly turned it around and returned down my drive. I looked at the damage; it was, to be fair, only slight, just some skid marks, and that would grow over. But my drive won’t be able to cope with people skidding along it time and again.
UFO indeed. So what? Unless the UFO chooses to stop and greet us, then I doubted there was much that we could do. Their science was indeed more advanced than ours, and if they had weapons, they would make ours seem insignificant. I shrugged, closed my door and went back to redesigning my spreadsheets. Dinner was a jacket potato that had been in the oven all afternoon. The outside was crispy and the inside soft and fluffy, just the way I love it. I added butter and then grated cheese and curled up in my armchair, and just using a fork I enjoyed the cheesy potato treat.
I think I dozed; it had become dark outside, and I was startled to hear my door knock. I don’t get visitors at night, not ones that knock my door anyway. I took my torch from off the kitchen table and turned it on. As I opened the door, I shone the light right onto the face of the person who stood there. I didn’t want any surprises, and my thinking was that the torch in their face would disorient them sufficiently that I could defend myself if required. I had a fire extinguisher next to the door, and they seemed to be an effective weapon in films and TV programmes.
It was the professor from earlier.
“Goodness sake, woman, get that light out of my eyes,” he exclaimed. I lowered the torch.
“What are you doing here? I told you this is private land.”
“I need you to look at something, honestly; it is important.”
I stepped outside and pulled the door to behind me so that I could better acclimatise to the dim light outside.
“Look over there. The star.”
I looked where he was pointing; there was a bright star that I didn’t recall seeing before. My first thought was that Betelgeuse had finally gone nova, then I realised that wasn’t the constellation of Orion.
“Okay, that star shouldn’t be there.” Well, it shouldn’t, and he was a professor of astronomy, and he should know that.
“No, it shouldn’t, and it isn’t a star.”
“Helicopter with its searchlight on?”
“No. It is silent. If it were a helicopter, out here with no competing background noise, I would expect us to hear a helicopter engine.”
“I am putting the kettle on.”
I went in and added water into the kettle and turned it on to heat. Two mugs, two tea bags, and milk from the fridge.
“How do you have your tea?” I asked him as I took two dining chairs outside.
“Just white please.”
I went back in just as the kettle had boiled. I made the teas, stirred them, squeezed the bags and added the milk. Milk back in the fridge, I took the teas out and handed one to him and sat in one of the chairs.
“Sit down. What do you expect is happening?”
“If you look, it is not twinkling, so not a star. Too big and bright and in the wrong place to be a planet, so it is an unknown phenomenon at the moment. I want to observe it.”
“Why here at my cottage?”
“You are the furthest place I know from roads with their car lights. Least pollution to interfere. I hope you wouldn’t mind.”
What could I say? Nothing, so I looked at it.
“Is it me,” I asked, “but isn’t it turning blue?”
“Yes, you have a keen eye; I think it is.”
“And isn’t it getting bigger?”
“Yes.”
We sat and watched as the light became more blue than white and grew in size.
“I actually think it is getting nearer,” I said to the professor.
He said nothing and just stared. I wasn’t sure whether to be scared or not. My mind was telling me it could be a ball lightning, and if so, I didn’t want it to touch me. It kept getting bigger, and then it had a discernible shape, not quite a sphere in shape, more oval, and the light coming from it separated into separate lights on the object.
The thing was now obviously some kind of craft or device. It was about a hundred yards away and was above my hayfield. There had been no sound as it moved, no rush of air, nothing; it just arrived here from over there, wherever over there actually was.
The professor was obviously very excited, and I was surprised that he didn’t go running over to it. All I hoped was that it, whatever it was, didn’t ruin my hay. My heart was telling me that I should be scared; my brain was saying that if it wanted to hurt me, it would already have done so. The craft, which I had decided was a craft, moved again and came closer and stopped just the other side of my track. It was probably ten metres wide and about eight tall. The lights were very bright, almost blinding in fact, and I felt a compulsion to stand up; the professor stood also.
A thin red horizontal beam of red light shone and scanned us up and down, scanning three times before cutting out. I had no idea what that kind of scan would tell them. If it had been a laser, then it would have managed to get our profiles, but I suspected it was way more sophisticated than that.
I wanted to sit down, but for some reason I couldn’t.
“Professor,” I said quietly, “can you sit down?”
He seemed to be agitated and then replied.
“No, I can’t.”
“I think they have us under some kind of control.”
“Oh my goodness, this is actually exciting.”
I wouldn’t describe it as exciting, that was for certain. What would they do next? We seemed to have little control over our bodies beyond speech. I suddenly felt hot, uncomfortably hot; the only solution was to remove my dress to try and cool down. I pulled my dress over my head and dropped it onto the chair behind me. I stood there facing the craft in my birthday suit, and next to a man I hardly knew. And I was calm.
Out of the corner of my eye I realised that the professor was stripping, and then he was naked beside me. I couldn’t turn my head enough to look at him properly, a shred of comfort that he probably couldn’t look at me.
The red light moved up and down us again and then stopped. I realised I could move; I grabbed my dress and put it back on. The red light moved again, and again I felt hot; I took the dress back off. They, whoever they were, didn’t want me to wear the dress.