1 comments/ 13355 views/ 0 favorites The Watch By: Silentbob It was Christmas Eve. He looked at his watch as it reflected the lights of the tree that glowed brightly with many different lights. The watch was a gift that his fiancé gave him last year, before they were officially engaged. He changed the band of it multiple times in the year, but he kept the timepiece close to his heart. It was engraved on the back, and the words, "To my Matthew, with all the love in my heart, Dana," gave him the courage to give her the wedding ring on New Years. This would be the first Christmas they would be together as a happily engaged couple and they were more then likely going to be late to the company banquet. Palanski Advertising just received the account of one of the largest companies in the tri-city area, thanks to Matt's wheeling and dealing. He was going to be able to give a grand life to his fiancé. After the years of struggle after they both finished college, they were finally going to make it big. He didn't mind being late, but there was a fine line between being fashionably late and rude. "Honey," he called out, "Are you almost done? We need to be there by eight o'clock." Matt looked at his image in the mirror. He didn't look bad although he hated wearing these monkey suits. His dark hair was combed back, keeping his bangs out of his dark eyes. For someone that didn't work more then his brain on a regular basis, he looked fit and trim in his black tuxedo with black vest, for he hated those cover-bun. He adjusted the white rose on his lapel when he noticed her reflection in the mirror. She came into the room, to him an image of perfection. Her blonde hair was piled high on her head. Her green eyes shone brightly even over the reflections of the various Christmas lights that were strung around the perfection. He was glad that he let her talk him into decorating his place. The soft lights showered her magnificently. Her long black dress was tight on the torso and hips, but hung loosely down to the ankles. A pair of black heels and a black handbag made her look like a work of art. "Let's go," she said as she hurried out the door. He didn't have time to even open the door she started out so quickly. She had been a little bit distant to him the past couple of days. He figured it was a female thing and that she'd get over it. The ride to the party was a short one, as he had the pedal to the floor most of the way there. He tried to make conversation but Rachael just stared out the window of the Saturn. They pulled into hotel parking lot and handed the key over to the valet. "Dana honey," Matt asked her, "You're being awfully quiet, are you okay?" "I'm fine," she said to him as they walked into the large, almost ball like dining hall. The walls had a red velvet coat to them, and the motif was continued with red tablecloths. Holly and mistletoe were hung over the room, giving people the opportunity to catch that kiss they always wanted to catch. There we're people dancing in the center of the dining hall and everyone was making merry. Laughter echoed through the hall as Christmas music came from the live band. "Matt! Matt Sanders!" shouted a voice, Mr. Palanski is who it belonged too. He tried to wave Matt over, but Matt wanted to stay with Dana so she didn't go too out of place. He was talking to the people from Murray Automobile Company, the states leader in car sales. It also turned out to be the account that Matt pulled in for them. She seemed to notice his dilemma, "Go see him, I'm going to get something to drink," she said kissing his cheek, "I'll be fine." "Are you sure?" He asked. "I understand you need to show your face, go!" she said pushing him in that direction. "If you insist," he thought. Normally she wasn't that insistent about these things. He went over to his boss and got down to his mingling. Mr. Palanski kept dragging him around from place to place. It seemed not only were workers here, but clients were also wandering around too. It was almost like he wanted to rub in one of his hardest working employees that brought in the most profit. He looked at the watch on his wrist and thought of Dana. He looked around, the large red room and couldn't find her. "You have to excuse me sir," Matt said, "I need to go find my fiancé, she's been a bit under the weather lately." "By all means then," said Mr. Palanski. Palanski laughed a jolly laugh. He would be coming out to the party later as Santa Claus. For an old guy that ran the company, he sure liked to do his fair share to make the employees know that he could be approached. Rumor has it that anyone brave enough to ask Santa for a raise normally got it. He grinned to himself and thought Dana could probably get him a nice one. He put that aside and looked around. You would have thought that it would be easy to find a woman in a black dress while in a red room. He found out otherwise. Diners were all over, mostly wearing black. The wait staff was also set in black dresses and black suits. Women primarily wore black, red, white, and green. There wasn't a sad face in the crowd. He noticed a doorway and exited through it. It turned out he stepped out onto a balcony. He noticed her looking out at the stars. He walked behind her and wrapped his arms around her. She pulled away. This wasn't like her at all. "Honey," he said, "Are you okay? You've been acting strange." She sighed. He knew that this wasn't going to be good for some reason. He always feared the worst because normally it wasn't bad and he would feel relieved. "I came here tonight because I didn't want to have a scene," she started. Uh oh, he thought, this was bad. "Last week, I cheated on you," she said taking the diamond ring off her finger, "and I liked it. Before you ask who it was, I'm not going to tell you. Primarily because you don't know the person." He was stunned. He didn't know what to say, so he let her continue. "I knew though that I couldn't live this way anymore. Matthew, I love you, but I would keep causing you pain. I don't think that it's wise that we get married. I need to find myself, and I can't find myself being tied down to a relationship," She walked over and put the ring in his hand. His mouth was still open wide in shock. She kissed him on the cheek, and he could see that her eyes were wet, "I'm sorry." She said as she dashed off the balcony. It took him a minute to get his senses, and he followed. Once again he seemed lost in the red and black room, and finally made it out of the room. He took the elevator downstairs and walked out of the front of the hotel. He noticed the valet and flagged him down. "Did you see a blonde woman in a long black dress come through here?" He said. "Yes sir," he said, "I flagged her a cab. She seemed upset. I recognized her when you two came in. She told me if anyone was following her to tell them to stay here to keep your face shown. Something about she didn't want to ruin your job for you." Matt looked down at his feet and sighed, "Thank you," he said and gave the valet a tip anyway before he headed back to the party, dejected. The party finally had a sad face in the room. He picked at some food but he didn't really eat. Mr. Palanski tried to send him home, but Matt made something up about his fiancé insisting that he stayed. He sat at the bar for the rest of the time, occasionally talking with co-workers that stopped by. He looked down at his drink. He wasn't sure if it was 7up, Sprite, or a ginger ale. He didn't feel like drinking at this time. All he needed was to get a DUI on the way home. "Can I get you anything sir," a female voice said behind him. He turned around and noticed white sparkling teeth. The set of teeth belonged to a female that couldn't even be twenty one years old. She was wearing what most of the female servers were wearing, a long sleeve button down, black silk blouse, and a knee length black pleated skirt. She walked around to the other side of the bar and put her tray down. "You don't look like you belong here," she said, "the other people around here seem happy, you look like you lost your best friend." "I did," he said. She seemed familiar, but that could just be because women her age just seem to be familiar. She had thick brown hair going down to her shoulders. Standing behind the bar he couldn't really tell what she looked like below the waist, but her upper half seemed nicely proportioned. Her brown eyes gleamed as bright as her smile did. She didn't seem to have any makeup, but had a couple of freckles that were sprinkled along her face, "Want to talk about it to a total stranger?" she replied in a cute sort of way that actually brought a slight smile to his face. "Ah ha!" she said triumphantly, "We might have a breakthrough!" He sighed though. He still felt crushed. It felt wrong to smile while being crushed. "You did lose your best friend didn't you," she said. She looked around the room and started to wash her hands behind the bar, "You need to get this out of your system before you explode. Do you have a car?" "Yes," he said, "Why?" "Because we are leaving," she said, "What better way to get a problem out with someone you may never see again." She exited the bar area and passed him by. He couldn't help but look behind her and notice the firm behind and long athletic legs. He continued to sit at the bar, causing her to turn around and tug at his bow tie. "I'm not kidding. The walls might be red, but if you explode in this room it's going to be a messy cleanup," she said almost dragging him out of the room by his tie. He finally regained his composure enough to leave the building on his own accord. A valet came up to him and took his ticket, and went to retrieve the car. "So, who was she? A girlfriend?" the young lady at his side asked. "She was my fiancé, how did you know it was a female?" he countered. "People with the look on your face only have that look if their dog died or they are dumped by a female they love," she replied. The Saturn pulled up and the valet opened the doors for them. He didn't believe what he was doing. Maybe having a couple of cups of coffee would do him good, and then he might be able to talk some sense into Dana tomorrow. He started out, driving slowly, and looked over at his companion. Any other time he might have flirted with his traveling companion, but he didn't feel the urge. He started to explain a few things, like how they met, and how long they were together. He could tell his companion was listening as she was nodding in right places. She then placed a hand on his knee and that gave him a jolt. "Things will be alright," she said, "Thank you for trusting me enough to listen to your story." "You know," he replied, "I pretty much told you my story, you're in my car, and you're on my way to my apartment. I just now realized that I didn't know your name." "Kimberly," she said, "but my friends, or complete strangers that I hardly know call me Kimber." Her hand stayed there throughout the ride to his apartment. They got out of the car and continued the conversation. By the time they got into the apartment he already told her that Dana only came to the reception to break up with him. He took off his jacket and tuxedo shirt, to reveal a black collared t-shirt underneath. Comfort was his game, and if he was going to be in his own place, he was going to be comfortable. Kimber had no problem making herself comfortable. She walked over to the couch and sat down in the recliner, kicking off her high heeled shoes. He noticed then that her legs were smooth, without stockings. Her toenails were painted black as he removed his own shoes and sat down in his recliner to continue to have the conversation. He found out she was an employee of the caterer of the party, who happened to be a friend of Mr. Palanski himself. Throughout the conversation, she got up from the chair, and moved to the couch. The minutes seemed to go by as she got closer to him, and the next thing that hit him was her lips caressing his. He fell into the moment, but then tensed up and escaped. "I can't do…." He started. He was answered only with a fingertip to his lips. "Shhhhh…." She said to him, "consider this a Christmas present. No one should be in pain for the holidays." She started to kiss him, and he kissed back, feeling guilty the whole time. He rubbed his hands over her back, and caressed the ass of the twenty year old female. He felt even guiltier that his body was responding to her kiss. It was soft, yet aggressive. Her small hand unbuttoned his pants. She paused from kissing him for a moment to yank them off fully. She straddled his lap and started to kiss him again. He felt at his groin a wetness, and realized that she was embedding herself onto him. She felt tight around his shaft as she put both hands on his shoulders and started to ride him. He looked up at the young goddess that was riding him. Her eyes were closed in concentration as she continued to ride him. Her cunt seemed to squeeze his shaft in a rhythmic pattern. He slid a hand under her skirt and found out she just moved her panties aside and entered him. His heart was not into this young thing throwing herself at him, so he removed her. She opened her eyes and looked down at him, and kissed him with more passion this time. She seemed to whisper into his mouth the words, "Let go," and started to remove her blouse. He didn't want to let go. He kissed her back though. She stopped and looked at him. "Think about it this way," she said, "She fucked someone else, and she enjoyed it. She enjoyed it enough to dump you. Why should she go out fucking guys with you carrying her heart on your sleeve. Even if you don't have another moment after tonight, take this moment as liberation. Now relax and enjoy." She pulled off his t-shirt and ran her hands down his chest, kissing her way down south. He closed his eyes and tried to enjoy it. He even tried to imagine it was Dana doing the work, but he couldn't keep that picture. "Your so hot," Kimber said, "I don't know why the woman let you go." She mmmm'ed and gasped her way until she reached his genitalia, first licking each of his balls and then kissing his way up his cock. He gasped lightly as the kisses were more like her lips wrapping around the sides, with the tip of her tongue slithering along. Soon the she enveloped the head of his penis into her mouth and started a downward path. Her tongue circled around it rapidly, until he felt like he got to the back of her throat, and then groaned as she pushed him passed. He knew that he couldn't pretend now, as Dana could never take him this far without choking. Kimber looked up and grinned the best she could with a mouthful of his shaft in her mouth, and started to rapidly bob her head up and down his length. He tried his best to hold on but she wasn't going to let him. She took him out of his mouth and wrapped her fingers around him. "Look at me," she said. He didn't want to. He felt guilty about this, he was enjoying himself, but a part of him felt like he was cheating on Dana. "I said look at me," the young woman at his feet said more firmly. He looked down at her with almost a sinister, yet sexy look in her eyes. "I want you to watch you shoot your load on my face….keep them open…think of this as therapy," she said licking at his cock on occasion. He felt himself rise up even more as she kneaded his balls in her hand. He slipped his hands down and pushed the blouse off of her shoulders, which allowed him to see a bit of her cleavage. She stopped, and removed the blouse and her black bra. She laid down near the Christmas tree, and motioned him over. He followed like a wounded puppy as she took his cock into her mouth again, getting it all sopping wet with her saliva. "I want you to fuck my tits," she said out loud. Matt blinked rapidly. This young girl seemed to transform into a slut before his eyes. She grabbed the head of his cock, and brought it to her tits, and he started his own motion between the breasts. She put her hand down between her legs and started to finger herself. "Yeah, fuck my titties," she said out loud, "give me the gift of your cum on my face, make me cum shooting your load on in my mouth." Her dirty talk seemed to get to him. She wanted him so badly, he was going to give it to her, he grabbed his cock and yanked it, the first shot hitting her square on the tip of her pert nose. She quickly grabbed his cock and aimed it so it went in and around her mouth. He hadn't had an orgasm like that since…. The last time Dana talked dirty to him. He was overwhelmed with guilt again for a brief moment, but then thought to hell, he was going to try to have some fun tonight. "Where is your bathroom so I could get cleaned up," she asked. "You're leaving already?" he asked wide eyed. "Darling. Tonight has just begun," Kimber said. He led her to the bedroom which had an adjoining bath. "You get into bed," she said, "I'll be right back." He listened to her. If this young thing was going to throw her body at him, he was going to accept it. If Dana was able to be with another man without a problem while they were together, he shouldn't have a problem with being with a woman while they were apart. He heard water running in the bathroom as he laid back and closed his eyes. The door to the bathroom open and a light went over him. He turned to see Kimber's silhouette. She got down to her hands and knees and crawled over to him like a cat that was getting ready to pounce on it's prey. Her naked body climbed over him and she looked down, caressing his shoulders and arms, and stopping at his watch. "What's this?" she said as she took the watch off of his wrist. The only time he ever took it off was when he was taking a shower. She read the inscription out loud "To my Matthew, with all the love in my heart, Dana. How sweet. I bet she didn't realize she was going to smash your heart to bits," she said as she dropped the watch off to the side. He chose not to hear her as he flipped her over onto her back. "Ooo…looks like I got some sense into you," she said as he moved some dark hair out of her eyes. He kissed her roughly on the lips, and started to kiss his way down her body. He massaged her breasts, alternating in-between both of her nipples, biting down on them causing pleasurable yelps from his new female friend. She moaned with approval as he started to lick down her body, circling her navel, sliding his hands down her hips and over her legs until he got to her sex. He pushed her knees up to her head, and decided it was time to eat since he didn't do much at the reception. He slid his hands over the undersides of her knees, and dove his face into her awaiting folds. "Mmmmm……" was all that Kimber could say as he started to part her folds with his tongue. He ran his tongue up and down her folds, it rolling over her clit gently as he started to apply more pressure to his tongue work. She was responding in kind, grinding her hips up at his face a bit more he parted her folds to get full access. He dove his tongue deep inside of her, scraping her inner walls while his nose started to tap at the head of her clit. She oh'ed and ahh'ed with every tap as his tongue circled around her hole. "Oh god," she said, "Keep doing that. It feels so good," as he continued his handiwork. He knew that she was getting close and decided to hurry things up. He wrapped his lips over her clit, and applied suction, his tongue rapidly flicking over it. He took two fingers and inserted them deeply into her. The results were immediate as she started to shake over the bed. "OH gods…" she cried out, "oh gods…keep doing that….oh think it, oh yeah. This hot young woman getting pleased by you, wanting you to feel good about you, as that wench went off and broke your heart, and OH GOD…..shattered your……your….." she started to pant rapidly and started to shriek loudly, "OH god I'm CUMMING! AHHHHHHH!" The Watch Rick was fucking me with the biggest cucumber he had been able to find in the supermarket. He said he had thought about what it would be like to shove it in the cute little cashier at the checkout. I winced as he shoved the fat vegetable deep into my open pussy stretching my labia far beyond what his cock did. "Do you like that baby?" he asked. "Yes." I said not wanting to ruin his fun. Rick's birthday was coming up and I so wanted to get him the Seiko watch he had admired. The watch was three hundred dollars, somewhat beyond my budget. Joyce Fuller my next-door neighbor lived life to the fullest. Her husband was a salesman, on the road most of the week. Joyce knew Carl had women when he was gone but she didn't care, she was getting all the dick she could while he was away. Joyce is a North American Indian, tall and beautiful like Cher. She is fucking every guy she has a chance to, the telephone repairman, the carpet cleaning guys and most of the pizza delivery kids. Joyce has always told me I was crazy not getting laid on the side. When I mentioned to her about the watch I wanted to get Rick she said she knew a guy who would gladly give me the money to get into my pants. I laughed and dismissed the thought. "What's this guy like?" I asked her later as my curiosity got the better of me. "He's a nice guy and got a great dick!" Joyce smiled. "He wouldn't tell anybody?" I asked. "It would be your secret." Joyce assured me. "Shall I give him your phone number?" Joyce asked. "O.K." I agreed. I felt as if I were asking for a million dollars. "Three hundred dollars and you can have me for three hours to do whatever you want. Just don't leave any marks." I told him on the phone. Sight unseen Robert agreed to my terms and we arranged to meet at the downtown Holliday Inn. I had never prostituted myself before and didn't realty know what to expect. I knew he would want to fuck me and likely for me to suck his cock but what else? Not wanting to draw attention to my wickedness I dressed normally for my appointment. I wore a plaid knee-length skirt and pale blue pullover. Pantyhose with matching blue silk bra and briefs. I did not look like a hooker at all. I met Robert In the hotel lobby at 2 pm. He was a good-looking guy perhaps five years older than me and nicely dressed. There was one thing Joyce had forgotten to mention, he was as black as the Ace of Spades! I did not even know any colored guys never mind having been in bed with one. I was not personally against blacks, as I had never had a reason to think about it. Robert seemed very polite and clean as he introduced himself to me. Robert told me he was a technical sales rep for a large injection molding equipment manufacturer and traveled across the area. He said he had a wife and two kiddies at home about a hundred miles away but only got to see them on weekends. There were two guys in the elevator with us as it whisked us up to the forth floor. I couldn't help thinking they knew I was going up to fuck the black stallion accompanying me. Relieved we exited the elevator at our floor and went down the hall to our room. It was a nice room dominated by a large bed in which I knew I would soon be naked fucking my first black man. There were a few awkward minutes while I decided what was expected of me next. "Why don't you get ready?" Robert asked. Shyly I went through to the bathroom to disrobe. I stripped down to my panties and bra before rejoining my date. I could tell by the look in Robert's face he approved of Joyce's selection. I was no beauty queen but for my age I still turned a few heads. With my shiny auburn hair and ample 38C breasts I promised an afternoon of delight to relieve Robert's pent-up emotions. He had three days of accumulated cum to drain into me. Have you ever been with a black man before?" Robert asked. "I have only been with my husband." I assured him. I was like a virgin to Robert. Thirty-two years old and had never shared my pussy with another man. I envisioned the thoughts rushing through his head. "Take off your bra." He ordered. Submissively I reached behind and unfastened the bra and brought it forward allowing my pale white freckled tits to spill out into his view. "Very nice!" he said, "Come over here." Robert sat in a wing back chair in front of the window. I walked to where he sat and he filled his hands with my bare breasts. I looked out the window and could see everyone going about their errands as I stood almost naked with my tits in the hands of a colored stranger. My breasts felt unexpectedly good in Robert's big hands. Gently he squeezed the as his lips swallowed my left nipple. His thick lips sucked on my teat as he slid my panties down over my hips. Robert's fingers explored my bush easily finding my wet tissue. I felt his fingers searching around the inside of my womanhood. No man other than my husband had ever known me in this way. I felt embarrassed standing naked with this man's hand inside of me. He persisted working my vagina with his fingers, stretching it and pulling it in every direction. Suddenly I felt something other than his fingers inside of me. I looked down and saw he had shoved a large dildo into me. The dido was larger than the cucumbers Rick shoved in me and was covered with a maze of small rubber knobs designed to excite the interior of a vagina. The huge rubber cock took over from his fingers. I felt silly squatting in front of him, the knobby dildo sliding in and out of my increasingly wet pussy. I begin to moan as I became aroused. Suddenly I needed to be fucked. I needed Robert's real cock inside of me, bringing me to my orgasm. "Fuck me Robert." I pleaded as the knob studded monster prepared me. I needed a cock, it didn't matter if it was my husband's or not, it didn't even matter that it was black. I rushed over to the bed and sprawled across it on my back, legs open enticing Robert. "Come and get it!" I teased. Robert was not ready to take me yet. "I want you to do something for me." He asked. Robert wanted to watch me suck another man's cock. He would call the desk complaining that the toilet wouldn't flush and when they sent someone up to look at it I would suck them off. Whoever happened to show up would put their cock in my mouth. What was I to do? "No, no, stay naked." Robert said as he put the phone down. In a few minutes there was a knock on the door. I was embarrassed lying on the bed naked when the bellhop came in. He was a young lad, about twenty and apparently undisturbed at the sight of a naked woman. I guess in the hotel business he had seen it all before. As he started to the bathroom to check the offending toilet Robert stopped him. "I'm afraid I have brought you here on false pretenses." Robert said, "My woman here wanted a cock to suck on." The young lad looked upon my nakedness and smiled. I realized Robert's intention was to humiliate me in front of this stranger. Gleefully the bellhop produced his erect cock for me to suck. I do not have a particular dislike for sucking cocks, I do not particularly like the taste of cum but the circumstances bothered me. Normally I would have told them both to get lost but after all I was prostituting myself. His cock was not that big and I easily fit it into my mouth. It was not at all unlike sucking my husband's cock. "Work it Baby, make him cum!" Robert urged. My fingers encircled the bellhop's cock jerking him into my mouth as my tongue caressed his meat. His cock was hard and throbbing in my mouth. My other hand cradled his balls and that was when he shot. One, two, three spurts of thick stringy cum filled my mouth. Desperately I tried to prevent any of his jism from escaping my mouth, allowing his salty snot to roll down my throat. "Bravo!" Robert cheered. "Stick around." Robert said after I had guzzled the bellhop's cum. I still had the itch in my pussy that needed scratching. Thankfully Robert was getting his cock out. It was beautiful, about ten inches of sleek black cock with a purple sheen. It looked powerful and streamline with a slight upwards bend near the head. I imagined how it would feel inside of me. Finally I am going to get fucked I thought forgetting about the bellhop who had just cum in my mouth. I lie back on the bed and spread my legs once more to accept Robert. Robert carefully covered me and guided the head of his cock to my opening. My pussy lips spread as he entered me, slowly and smoothly his cock slid into me. He felt so good. I moaned softly and placed my ankles on his shoulders as he filled me with black cock. My pussy spasm around the stranger within me. It was not my husband's cock, but it was a cock! I gyrated my cunt as it gripped Robert's cock. My hips writhed as the black cock soothed my itch. My ass swiveled like a top on Robert's dick. Robert had a grip on my hips and was driving his black snake further into me than my husband had ever been. "Oh yes!" I moaned as the bellhop stroked his cock back to life. The bulbous head of Robert's cock was in that sweet spot when every movement excited my cunt. Unashamedly I drove myself down onto his shaft driving his further and further into me. I was ready to cum for him. "Now!" I moaned as my hips bucked beneath him. Robert answered my prayer sending a gusher of his hot cum flooding my cunt. The warm liquid triggered my orgasm. The spasms took possession of my body causing me to thrash uncontrollably as Robert drained is balls into me. It was divine with my cunt clamping onto his ejaculating cock like a dog with a bone. Blackness overcomes me as I passed out from my ecstasy. I don't know how long I was blacked out but when I came to the cock was still hammering my pussy. It was no longer Robert's cock in me; it was the bellhop's. Robert had given my soaked puss to the bellhop to use. I was cumming again, for the first time in my life I was having a multiple orgasm. I shuddered as the bellhop spilled his jism into me. "Would you like that engraved Mam?" the clerk asked. "Yes, please engrave "precious moments" on the back." I answered. The Watch The end of another hard day at work, Laura sighed with relief as she leaned back in her chair. The relief however was short lived, glancing down at her desktop she saw the date, it was her anniversary. She had been seeing her boyfriend, James, for six months now. She quickly gathered her things together and rushed down the stairs to the exit. As she got the door she could see the grey, overcast sky just waiting for her to step outside before releasing a torrent of water onto her. As expected, when Laura stepped through the door into the busy high street the rain began to fall heavily from the sky. It was bad enough when this happened when she was just rushing home, but tonight she had to go to an antiques shop to collect the gift she had selected for James. Laura arrived at the antiques shop and was completely soaked through. The antiques dealer greeted her with a warm smile. "Hello" Laura said politely, "I've come to collect a silver pocket watch here is the reservation card." The elderly gentleman took the card from her and glanced at it; he turned and walked slowly to the back of his shop to collect the watch. He returned with the watch very quickly, it was almost as if he had never left. Laura took the watch from him and inspected it carefully, when she was satisfied that it was perfect she handed it to the dealer to wrap for her. He set the correct date and time before wrapping it quickly. Laura was intrigued by the elderly mans speed; it took no time at all for him to wrap the watch. Laura handed over the correct money and turned to head out of the door, the dealer called after her "I hope the watch gives you as much enjoyment as it has given me, just be careful with it....." the door slammed and Laura didn't hear the old man's warning. "Of course I'm going to be careful with it" she mumbled under her breath, "it cost enough!" Eventually Laura arrived home, she was completely soaked through. She walked into the bedroom and glanced in the mirror, her large pink nipple visible through the soaked material of her bra and blouse. No wonder the antiques dealer had a smile on his face she thought to her self. She changed quickly into a low cut black dress her ample cleavage clearly on show and head out to meet James taking the precious watch with her. Laura arrived at the restaurant and was only about 5 minutes late, pretty good for her. James stood to greet her admiring her body, her firm cleavage and slim figure made her look irresistible. She sat talking to James about her day enjoying the meal. After the starter they swapped gifts, James was delighted with the watch, an old fashioned looking silver pocket watch which had beautiful intricate patterns on the case. As James admired the case Laura told him about the old antiques dealer and the impressive speed at which he had wrapped the watch. While she told the story all that James could think about was the impressive speed at which he would be undressing her tonight. After paying the bill, James quickly gathered up his watch and dropped it into his pocket. Suddenly everything went quiet, no one moved, James looked around the room everything had stopped. He stood for a minute wondering what had happened, and then he thought back to the conversation over dinner. What did Laura say about the antique dealer? He pulled the watch out and looked more closely at it, could this watch really stop time? After examining the watch James found two small buttons near the top, he pressed the first and nothing happened. Tentatively he pressed the second button, as he did everything went back to normal as if nothing had happened. He slid the watch into his pocket, pressing the second button as he did. Again everything stopped, frozen in time; no one moved, not a word was spoken. A little more adventurous this time, James walked around the room looking to see if there was anyone who could see him. Still no one moved, he checked the whole restaurant, then he moved to the street and still nothing moved. He could stop the world, the power this little watch had given him. What a fantastic gift, James was no glad that Laura had forced him to make such a fuss about their six month anniversary. James returned to the table where Laura was still sitting, he ran his fingers across her soft face feeling her warm skin. Remembering why he was in the restaurant he decided that he would take Laura home and play with the watch another time. Returning to his seat he pressed the button and everything started around him again. James and Laura headed out into the street and jumped a taxi home. They entered their flat and James headed to the sofa his head still spinning with ideas of how he could use the watch. While his imagination ran wild Laura had gone into the bedroom to sort the second part of her surprise. Laura had slipped on her new purple camisole; it clung to her body showing off her perfect figure. Her nipples peeking through the soft silky material, her tight ass looked perfect. She entered the living room and smiled at James, his mouth dropped open. Laura straddled James, her large breasts at head height, "Happy anniversary James" she murmured before her lips met his. They kissed passionately for a couple of minutes, his hands holding her firm ass. Laura broke the kiss and stood up; she winked at James and beckoned him to the bedroom. James felt the throbbing in his trousers as he followed her to the bedroom. Once inside the bedroom Laura smiled towards James, her hands began to stroke the bulge in his pants, he gasped as she did wondering how he would control his excitement. Laura's hands felt good on his cock he could feel his own climax approaching, he knew he couldn't cum now not before the action had really started what a disappointment that would be. He reached into his pocket and pressed the watch, thankfully everything stopped. He went to the kitchen and got a glass of water giving him a chance to calm down. James returned to the bedroom and got into the same position, with Laura on her knees stroking his hard cock, he started time again. Laura began to undo his pants stroking his hard cock wildly. Her big brown eyes gazed up at him as she let her hot tongue flick the tip of his cock. James moaned at the sensation of her soft hand combined with her warm moist tongue, on his stiff member. Laura began to take more of his cock into her mouth while her hand massaged his balls. Her soft red lips gliding along his hard shaft, her head bobbing faster as she greedily sucked his cock deeper into her mouth. With each stroke from her lips he could feel his own orgasm building again. Instead of grabbing the watch, James chose to pull Laura to her feet and guided her onto the bed. He kissed her toned stomach, his hands slowly lifting her camisole as his mouth followed, her body tensed with each carefully planted kiss. He kissed her soft breasts nibbling gently as he did, Laura moaned quietly as his tongue licked over her large pink nipples. James' cock still throbbing as it brushed against the soft silky material of Laura's knickers she began to grind against him forcing his cock to rub against her. Moaning more loudly as James' cock rubbed against her clit. Laura reached down slipping her knickers to the side she guided his cock inside her. The warmth of her pussy felt wonderful around his cock he began moving in and out of her instinctively. As his thrusts increased in pace he knew it wouldn't be long before he came, reaching for the watch he pressed the button mid moan Laura lay on the bed motionless. James withdrew from inside her pussy, he stood at the foot of the bed admiring Laura's body, and legs parted showing her soft folds and her firm breasts sitting proudly on her chest, mouth wide open. After a couple of minute's recovery time James positioned himself back on top of Laura, her pussy still warm and moist. After a couple of thrusts into her ensuring his cock was hard again, he pressed the watch and continued to fuck her as she moaned to a tremendous orgasm. Still panting from her climax, Laura removed her knickers and positioned herself on top of James; she began to rock her pussy on his hard cock, grinding her clit against him. Her moans continued getting louder as James sucked on her hard nipples, Laura's body tensed again as her orgasm rushed through her body. Laura's body trembled as James continued to fuck her, "This is wonderful" she gasped as another orgasm built inside her. "I'd have brought the new underwear weeks ago if I knew it would have this effect!" James knew he couldn't put it off any longer; he needed to let his own climax happen. He needed to have his release; his thrusts became more frenzied as he felt his climax building, Laura's lips locked against his as he groaned. His hard cock spurting deep inside Laura, the warm sensation pushed Laura to another almighty orgasm. They collapsed in each others arms, their warm sweaty bodies entangled as they both recovered. Laura rolled onto her side facing James, her face covered by a huge grin. "That was fantastic James" she gasped still regaining her composure from her final orgasm. James smiled at her and winking he whispered into her ear, "Are you ready for round two?" The Watch I know you are there. I can feel you. Feel your eyes on my body, watching every move I make. I can always sense when you are watching me, waiting for me, begging me silently. Always. We've been like this for a long time now. Held in an amber moment for what seems an eternity as you watch, and I show. I've only shown to you, but not everything. I've never shown you everything about me, until tonight. Tonight I intend to put on the best show you have ever seen. I intend to leave you gasping until you no longer have any choice but to come to me. Come for me. I want to turn your watching into action. I have had enough of this play that never reaches its conclusion, the teasing and the tempting, and then the shutting away. I want more than a watcher. Did you think I was never aware of you? That you were sitting in your room and I would never notice your gaze straying towards my window? The darkness does not hide everything, and I saw you that first night. It was an accident on both our parts. I know you never meant to see me as I undressed, and I never meant to be seen. That was why I closed the blind so you saw no more. But I felt a thrill. A strangers gaze raking my body from top to bottom sent a hot wave of arousal through me in a way I should have been ashamed of. But I had seen you the next day on the street, and your blush as you said hello warmed me. In that moment I wanted you, dreamt of you, desired you. I wanted our bodies pressed together, but part of me paused when I saw you with your girlfriend that weekend. But even as we passed in the shop your eyes drifted towards me, and I saw it then for a moment, desire as strong as my own. I would never harm a relationship, so I waited, and kept my blinds drawn until I knew you were no longer together, and then I waited for you to sit at your window again. It was weeks before you did so, and then one night I saw you. The light highlighted your pale hair as you walked past, frowning over some paperwork. I sat waiting, casually reading a book in the light of a lamp, watching you from the corner of my eye so you would be unaware of me there. It took some time for you to look out of the window, but almost immediately your gaze crossed the lane to my room. I held back a smile as I turned the page of my book and propped my feet up on the window sill so my knees were raised to you, parting slightly as I relaxed so you saw the jeans stretching over my inner thighs. I waited for a minute before I casually looked up just in time to see you quickly lower your gaze to the forgotten paperwork in your hand, and the red blush swept over your cheeks. Yes, my watcher had seen what I wanted him to see. And that first night I tempted you. My book held no interest to me, I wasn't even reading it. I merely turned the pages occasionally so you thought I had forgotten you. When you turned your light out I continued to read, the lamp highlighting me from the side as I widened my feet on the sill. It took time for the moonlight to filter into your room just enough for me to make out your shape as you sat on the end of your bed, your attention held on my window. I let you sit watching me for half an hour or more before I made a show of closing the book and setting it aside. Then I raised my arms over my head and stretched slowly, arching my back so my breasts pushed against the soft yarn of my jumper. Pushing my chair back, I made a show of leaning forward a little so you caught a glimpse of cleavage before I stood up and set the chair aside. I was unsure how far to take it that night, but I decided it was best not to go too far just in case. As I walked across the room, I was pulling my jumper up so you caught a flash of my stomach. Then I closed the blind as I turned away. At that moment I thought I saw you lean forward to watch me closer, but I could not be sure in the darkness. I wanted right then to open the blind again and show you everything, I was desperate to do so, to let you take me with your eyes, but I held on, to draw out the experience for us both. The next night I knew you were waiting for me; the light was turned off in your room and the curtains half drawn to conceal your watch. But I saw you move just behind them, the white of your shirt betraying you. Tonight I would let you see more. Again I sat reading, teasing you and holding your attention as I stretched my legs out and opened myself up. When I was finally ready for bed I again let you see down the front of my loose top. But this time I did not close the blind as I removed it slowly. Tossing it away, I stood in front of my mirror to brush my hair as I let you look at my breasts held high in the silk bra I wore especially for you. I knew you would like the way it held my breasts firm and high, pushing them up into well rounded mounds of warm flesh. Did you want to wrap your fingers around them then? Kiss them? Did you know how hard my nipples were for you then? But tonight you would not see that. I made you wait for a week before I removed the bra, showing you the naked expanse of my back before I turned slightly and let you get a glimpse of my breast as it lay full and firm, the nipple jutting out in a hard peak of arousal. I know you saw it as you leaned forward to the window then, your eyes intense on me as the moonlight highlighted your face. And then I turned my head and looked at you, smiling in recognition for the first time as I drew the blind. You looked shocked right then; shocked that I knew you were watching me. I was seducing you, slowly and agonisingly erotically. I wanted you with me, no one else. I was not going to let another woman have you now. On the street next day you met my knowing gaze without wavering. There was a faint smile on your lips as we passed each other without a word. You knew the game we were playing and how it would end, but for now you were enjoying it as much as I was. That night you were waiting for me, the light on as you moved around your room getting ready to settle. You wanted me to know that you were playing the game with me, that you knew I was watching you as much as you were watching me. Finally you settled on the bed, your back against the headboard as you looked out of your window at me. Then you smiled and turned off the light. This time I would give you a treat. I remained sat in my chair, my knees raised as I stared out of the window directly at you. I could see your shadow move on the bed as you settled down further. Could I see your arm move across yourself? Were you as aroused as I was? Needing to touch yourself? Leaning forward a little, I leaned my arms on my raised knees and watched you for a moment so you knew I could see what you were doing. Then I sat up and stripped off my top. This time my bra was a sheer lace, my breasts pushing it out as my nipples peaked. I let my fingers trail over them for a moment for you to see, then I slowly unclasped the front fastening of it and shrugged it off. Dropping it to the floor I cupped my breasts in my hands and raised them a little, my index finger stroking over the swollen buds as I looked to you, offering them to you. You leaned forward into the light of a small lamp you had left on near the door. I could see you as you stroked your hand over the bulge in your pyjama trousers, your bare feet flexing slowly as you watched me arouse myself for you. I knew you wanted to be with me right now, your hot mouth on my breast as my hand caressed your erection. But not yet. We spent a long time that night stroking ourselves for the others pleasure, but eventually I closed the blind, ending our time together. On the street the next day I saw you across the road, you didn't see me then. Your hands were filled with shopping bags, but all I saw was that strong hand of yours stroking yourself through your clothes as you were pleasured by the sight of me. Tonight I wanted to see your cock as I showed you more. You were late to our tryst. Walking around your house with the phone to your ear as you laughed at the conversation. I was jealous then, but I felt secure that it was not another woman. You had not brought anyone else home for over a month now, since our game began. I waited patiently for you at the window, and eventually you came to me. You didn't make me wait tonight. You turned on that soft lamp, then got onto the bed and waited for me. I had chosen to dress myself in a silk robe tonight, the material clinging to my body as it warmed through. I saw your eyebrows rise at the change in the game, but I smiled softly as I let the sash trail softly through my fingers as I leaned my chin in my hand and watched you. You frowned then and waved an irritated finger at me, making me laugh softly. Impatient, were you? I pulled the sash so slowly, the silk sliding effortlessly over itself as the knot unravelled, I laid it over the arm of my chair on both sides, and relaxed so the material slipped a little, exposing more skin. Looking over to you I waited for the next commanding flick of a finger. Your hand was already over your groin, slowly moving as you watched me. With your free hand you waved for me to continue. Raising a finger to the lapel of the gown, I slipped it under and gradually eased it down my shoulder, exposing naked flesh, and then the band of a bra as it slipped further. Repeating it on the other side, I leaned forward so you could see my breasts pushed up, the nipples peaking out over the silk of the cups as the robe slipped down my arms. Taking the nipples between my fingers, I rolled and squeezed them as I watched you do the same with your cock. I could see the way it was pushing out the material of your trousers. You must have been so hard for me. How hard could I make you? Easing the gown further, I let it drape over the chair to expose myself to you fully, my skin shining under the light of the lamp I had carefully place earlier beside me. Then I raised my stockinged feet to the sill but kept my knees together. You sat up at that, your hand working a little harder on your arousal as you studied me as I sat still for you, my legs hiding my most intimate area, whilst you could see my breasts held on show in the silk cups. Your mouth was open a little, were you imagining what it tasted like to kiss my lips? My breasts? My pussy? You were shaking your head now and waving at me, demanding I show you. I smiled and resumed playing with my nipples. Leaning back on the chair, I slowly opened my legs for you to see. I was wearing the briefest of silk panties, the match to the bra. They barely covered me and I was sure you could see how they were sodden, clinging to my lips as my arousal tormented me. Your eyes widened at that, and I knew you could see my arousal. Could you smell my musk? I was so hot for you I was sure you must have done. I wanted to rip my panties off, to slide my finger in and play with myself whilst you watched, but that wasn't for tonight. Not yet. I satisfied myself with letting my hand drift down over my belly, and a single finger trail down and over the swollen lips through the silk before I closed the blind. I'm sure I heard you moan in frustration. But then, I hadn't had my reward either. You hadn't shown me how hard you were, let me seen what I wanted to taste. You were missing the next two nights, leaving me wondering where you were. I passed it fantasising about the moment we eventually touched. About how you would arouse me whilst I stroked your hardness and brought you to the edge. Would our voyeurism continue once we did, or would we keep it private between us? You came back the third night, and this time you sat at your window, mirroring me. What were you doing? I waited for you in just my underwear, my chin resting in my hand as I watched you. You were busy on your laptop, a frown creasing your brow as you worked hard. Every few minutes your gaze would flicker up to me, taking me in as I waited for you. A small smile tugged at your lips before you returned to your work. I would play with my hair, twirling the threads around my finger as I waited. Eventually you closed the computer down and put it aside. Then you relaxed back, your feet resting up on the window sill as you stretched your legs out. You were in your pyjama trousers again, a loose grey t-shirt covering your torso. I waited longer, wanting you to take the lead. Eventually you understood and you frowned for a second. Then you relaxed down in your chair, your knees splaying out to the side a little as you rested your hand over your groin. I watched closely as you used the cotton of your trousers to rub yourself, a look of ecstasy creeping onto your face as your cock grew hard. As the material was pushed up you looked over at me. I waved irritably and mouthed an instruction to you. I saw your shoulders shake with a laugh as you pulled the ties of the trousers and then pushed the waistband down. A moment later you pulled your cock out so I could see. You were no longer than the usual, but you were thicker. Just the right size to go into my mouth as I tasted you, and then slide into my pussy as I made love to you. You were just perfect. I looked up as you watched me, then you mouthed the same words back to me. Yes, it was time to let you see. I removed the bra and tossed it aside. For a minute I held my breasts and played with my nipples as I knew you liked it when I did that. Eventually you waved it aside and pointed sharply. You were impatient tonight. Standing up, I slipped my fingers into the waist of the panties and paused. Looking up at you, I slowly slipped the material down my thighs, enjoying the way you bit your bottom lip as you watched me expose myself. Your eyes widened and a hand returned to stroke your cock as I let the material slip to the floor. Standing tall, I cupped my breasts again and parted my legs a little so you could see me from top to bottom. I had shaved for you so he could see the lips of my pussy as they were swollen and parted, the glistening moisture on them telling you of my arousal. Your hand was moving faster now, pumping your cock as he stared at my pussy. I loved to watch you do that; that just the sight of my body made you want to fuck himself like that. I wanted to use my fingers to make myself come for you, to tease my clit and rub myself until I screamed with release. But that wasn't for tonight. I pressed a hand to my window as I watched you jerk yourself off, your cock growing redder and darker with each pass of a fist. Then you were shuddering as you spurted cum all over your shirt, your cock jerking as you orgasmed for me. Slowly you collapsed in the chair, breathing heavy and rapid. Letting your hands drop to the side, I watched that glorious cock slowly soften and come to rest. Looking up at your face, I saw a soft, gentle smile as you watched me. You whispered a thank you to me, so I pressed a kiss to the glass and then closed the blind. You were on my mind all day the next day, the way you had pleasured yourself for me. How your hand had moved, the way your cock had jerked when you came. How relaxed you had looked afterwards. I wanted that in my life every day. I wanted you. You were waiting for me again the next day. A sardonic smile on your lips as we took our places. We both knew this game was reaching its climax, the point where we had to choose to end it or continue to the next level. I knew which I wanted, but did you? I was naked this time. I didn't want any preamble with clothes. I wanted this animalistic, straight to the point. I wanted to fuck you tonight. And I saw the same desire on your face. I sat in my chair, my knees drawn up and wide so you saw my pussy opened to you. You jerked forward in your chair to look as closely as you could. The bulge in your trousers quickly grew and you absently released your cock so you could stroke it. I waited until you looked up to my face to show you the vibrator I had bought that day. You looked surprised for a moment, but then nodded eagerly. I made a show of switching it on, then I placed the tip in my mouth as you watched. Yes you liked that, you could imagine me doing that to you. My hot, wet tongue playing with your cock. That's what I wanted too. I released the vibrator, letting my lips linger over it before I moved it down my body, using the vibrating tip to bring my nipples to hard peaks, then lower to my clit. I pressed it in to the wet folds of my pussy and used it to bring myself quickly to the edge of orgasm, my clit throbbing with excitement. I was wriggling on the chair, raising my hips to the vibe as I got hotter and closer to an orgasm. You were pumping your cock as hard as you could, wanting to bring yourself to orgasm hard and fast. I pulled the vibe away and back to my breasts, and I saw you swear as you stopped masturbating to match me. I was panting heavily, my body screaming at me to release it, but I knew if I waited for a minute then the second wave of arousal would be enough to give you one hell of a show. Sliding the vibrator back down my body, I by-passed my clit and held the tip of it to my entrance. You leaned forward again, one hand pressed to the glass as the other returned to your cock. You knew this time it was for real. Your mouth opened on a sigh as I slowly slid the vibe into myself, the wet folds of my body closing around it, just like it wanted to do with your cock. I held it there for a moment as I savoured the way the buzz spread through my lower body, tingling off nerve endings and sending blood racing. I wouldn't last long once I began, so I caught your eye and smiled. You understood me. I moved the vibrator out of my body until only the head was still inside. The sweet sensation of a cock in me and the vibe buzzing through me almost enough to send me over the edge. I spread my legs as wide as I could so you could see what I was doing, see how my pussy was taking in that cock, how it was wet for you. Then I pressed a finger to my clit. My hips rose to meet it, and I swirled my finger around. Your jaw clenched at that, and I saw the veins stand out in your neck as you fought to hold on to your control. Just a few more moments, and you'd see what you wanted. I lost all control as you watched me, my finger rubbing hard and fast on my clit as I slammed that vibe in and out of my body as I writhed on the chair, desperate for the release I had deprived myself of for weeks. I shuddered as my orgasm built, and I know you could see that. I managed to look across and see your fist pumping hard on your cock as you watched me. I was so close, and only a few more flicks of the finger was all it took. I arched in the chair, my feet pushing against the sill as I orgasmed, my cum hitting the glass and running down as I rammed that vibrator in as deep as I could. Oh god it felt so good to come for you, my whole body shuddering with release as I slowly collapsed back. I let the vibrator slip to the floor as I looked at you. Your mouth was open and your hand pressed hard to the glass as you jerked out the last of your cum onto the glass to match mine. I held your gaze as I slowly sat forward and pressed my hand to the glass to mirror yours. I needed you. Looking around, I found my phone sat nearby. Snatching it up I held it forward so you could see it. You frowned at me, then realisation dawned as I tapped my front teeth with a nail. I was so heavily aroused that the orgasm hadn't satiated me. I needed you, your hands, your mouth, your cock. I needed you so badly it hurt. I watched as you looked around the room frantically, then you leaned over and snatched up a phone. You frowned over it as your shaking hands struggled to hit the keys you needed, then my phone shone with a connection. Slowly I typed out three words; looking over at you I hit the send button. The screen highlighted the contours of your face, deepening your eyes and lifting your cheeks. I saw your thumb press down on the accept button and my message opened up. You read it, then frowned and looked up at me in surprise, and then nodded. You understood perfectly. The Watch My name's Tom, I'm nineteen years old, and I've been using my power for evil. This is my confession. It all started on a Monday morning, as I walked to my first lecture of the day, my head down so the torrential rain hit my hood instead of my face. The ground was wet, puddles filling every crack and dip in the uneven pavement. I usually take a short-cut across the park, and I (stubbornly, foolishly) wasn't going to let the rain stop me. The mud squelched underfoot with every step, water finding its way in through the holes for my laces. Just as I cursed under my breath, a shiny object caught my eye, so I bent down to examine it. It looked like an expensive gold watch, half buried in the mud, and it was beautiful. I dug it out with my fingers, let the rain rinse it off, and shoved it in the deep pocket of my raincoat. I'd hand it in to the police or something later, I resolved, but I was running late so I hurried on without giving the watch a second thought. *** I never liked maths. The only thing that made the module bearable was the lecturer, and I zoned out as I stared at her arse in her tight skirt while she solved some complex problem on the blackboard. Kate was a tall brunette in her early 30s with one of the finest bodies I've ever seen, and she knew it. Her blouses were never buttoned more than half way up her ample (maybe D-cup) breasts, so we usually had a pretty good view of her (usually lacy and colourful) bras, and her knee-length skirts clung tightly to her round bottom. Maybe she thought it would make us pay attention, but really it was more of a distraction than anything. As I stared at her jiggling breasts, I began to fiddle absent-mindedly with the watch in my pocket, pulling it out to take a closer look. Its gold strap and polished face shined, despite the specks of mud coating it, and it really was beautiful. I'd always wanted a fancy watch, so I figured I might as well wear it until the end of the day. Then I would definitely hand it in, because it looked very expensive and somebody was probably missing it. The hands were all pointing to 12, and it must have been broken because it wasn't ticking. Regardless, out of boredom I began to adjust it by pulling out and turning the little knob on the side. The moment the hands began to move, the room went silent. Startled, I looked up and around. Nobody seemed to be moving, and everything was silent apart from a quiet ticking. The watch was running, but the hands seemed to be moving backwards, as if it was counting down. I had 25 minutes, apparently. Slightly freaked out, I waved my hands in the face of the cute blonde to my right. Nothing happened. I nudged her. Still nothing. A grin came over my face as my suspicions were confirmed: Time had stopped. This was definitely a dream, but I might as well make it a good one. I reached out to brush my hand against the blonde's full breasts, and, letting my masculine instincts take over, slid the straps of her tank top down her shoulders and pulled down the front to reveal her white push-up bra. And why stop there? I barely knew this girl's name, yet within moments her naked breasts were inches from my face. And my, they were a sight to behold. Her pale breasts were firm yet soft, and the skin was smooth and unmarked apart from a few freckles, like a trail of stars leading to her little pink nipples. Hesitantly, I reached out and pinched her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, pulling on it while my other hand moved down her stomach to her jeans, effortlessly unfastening the button to reveal a cute pair of sky blue panties. Sliding my hand inside, my fingers roamed over the slight stubble on her mound – clearly she hadn't shaved for a few days, probably not expecting it to be touched – and down to her pussy. I couldn't do much down there, since she was pretty dry and nothing I did could turn her on (because, y'know, time was stopped), but the idea of her having no idea what I was seeing or feeling was intoxicating. Smiling, I withdrew my hand, fastened her jeans, and, giving her nipple a quick kiss, started to replace her bra and rearrange her tank top. But I let the left strap stay loose, revealing one cup of her bra, just for fun. I checked the watch. I still had fifteen minutes, so I might as well use them. And I had a perfect target in mind. I practically ran to the front of the packed lecture theatre, looking at the bored-looking, motionless faces of the two hundred people above me. It was really creepy, and a shiver ran down my spine as I turned away, and focused on the holy grail. Kate looked even more stunning up close, and I wasted no time in unbuttoning her blouse and unclasping her convenient front-fastening red bra. The beautiful orbs I unleashed were even better than I could have ever imagined, jiggling delightfully as I set them free, the sight of her pale pink nipples instantly making my cock even harder. Moving my attention lower, I lifted her skirt to expose a lacy red thong, clearly bought as part of a set with her bra. I had never actually imagined my lecturer wearing a thong, but it pleased me greatly to get such a great view of her bare arse. Of course, it still wasn't enough, and I wasted no time in taking the thong too. As I began to remove it, a tuft of light brown fur poked over the top, and her neatly trimmed bush was fully revealed as I slid the tiny piece of material down her long, smooth, slender legs before giving it a deep sniff. I couldn't decide what turned me on more, the sight of her trimmed bush or the strong scent of her juices, so I decided to keep them both, snapping a photo on my phone and wadding up the thong in my pocket; with luck, she wouldn't know it was missing for a while, and she'd probably just assume she was mistaken. There was certainly no way she'd ever think one of her students stopped time and stole them! I glanced at the watch. Two minutes. Shit. I turned the knob to add more time, but the hands wouldn't move. Panicked, I pushed my beautiful lecturer's skirt back down to cover her now-pantiless pussy and thighs, then ran back to my seat on the back row, Kate's glorious breasts still hanging free for all to see. I made it just in time, my heart beating its way out of my ribcage as everyone let out a collective gasp and Kate shrieked, covering her breasts with her hands, eliciting a giggle from most of the room. The blonde next to me pulled up the side of her tank top and adjusted her bra, a confused look on her face. I stroked the panties in my pocket and smiled to myself at my newfound power. I could do so much.