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Time Stop

By: Charles Petersunn



This story was inspired by Japanese movies of the same name. The story is also a common theme within science fiction and was inspired by episodes of The Twilight Zone (e.g., "A kind of a stopwatch," and "Time enough at last") as well as The New Twilight Zone (e.g., "A little peace and quiet"). It was therefore place within the science fiction section. However, being inspired primarily by the Japanese movies it concerns reluctance, submission, and exploitation (i.e., taking advantage of the stopping of time), and so if this type of material is of no interest to you, and certainly if you find it offensive, you should definitely not read this story. The story is long but it can be read in sections. And, please do note, all of the characters in this story are at least eighteen years old.

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Time was approaching eight o'clock in the evening. Henry Demis was, once again, at the library.

Henry was a nineteen year-old undergraduate at Livingston College (all of the students at Livingston were at least 18 years old). He could be a very good student as he loved to read. In fact, he spent most of his time reading. He would at times be so tired in his classes because he had spent half the night reading, which was in part why he was not a particularly good student. He would never devote enough time to studying. He was admonished time after time by professors for reading in class when he should have been paying attention to the lecture.

He so much enjoyed a good book, and he had thick glasses to prove it. The glasses though didn't trouble him much. As long as there would be a prescription powerful enough to compensate he would continue to read. His only regret was that he did not seem to have enough time to read everything.

He looked around him. The library contained so many books. How could he ever get through them all? He wondered if someday he would die having failed to have read everything that he had wanted to read. That just seemed so tragic. What might he have missed? It was really unnerving to imagine.

At one point he made a rule that he could never read anything twice as long as there was something else he had not yet read. That way he wouldn't waste any time by going over familiar ground when there was in fact new territories to explore.

He quickly recognized though that it was a dumb rule. It was just simply a sad fact of life that there would always be something he had not yet read, and some books were so, so good that he just had to read them again, and again, and again. Each time he read a book an additional time he discovered new revelations about a character, or the depth and significance of a particular scene, or simply discovered something that he had previously missed.

There was just so much to read yet so little time.

He sighed with deep frustration as he noticed the current time. It was now 8 o'clock, and he was barely halfway through Middlemarch. When would he find the time to finish all the works of Eliot?

"You look a little discouraged, young man. Can I be of any assistance?"

Henry looked up from his book to see an old man, a very old man, sitting down across from him. He was clearly getting well into his years. Still, he was quite distinguished looking, and very well dressed. "Excuse me?"

"Can I be of some assistance?"

Henry realized that he had seen this man before. In fact, a number of times. He seemed to be at the library more often than him, or at least lately he had seemed to be there pretty much every time Henry was there, and Henry was there most every night. "No, no, I'm fine," Henry replied.

"Well, you certainly didn't look fine."

Henry looked at him. What does this guy want? What Henry wanted was to get back to his reading. It was bad enough that he was behind schedule. He certainly didn't want to waste additional time talking to some old man. "I just need to get this reading done, and I don't have that much time left." That should make it clear to him that he wanted to be left alone.

"You like to read?"

"Yeah, I do," he said, the impatience evident in his voice. He felt like adding that he would like to do some reading right now, if he wasn't being disturbed.

"Is this a book for some course you're taking?"

Henry sighed again. "No, no. I'm just curious about it."

"You're curious about the work of George Eliot? You don't intend to read all of her novels, do you? Adam Bede, for instance?"

"I've already read that."

"The Mill on the Floss?"

Henry nodded.

The man did not ask about Silas Marner. The young man would clearly have read that. Mr. Potts was impressed, but he had been impressed for some time. "Do you intend to read Romola? I think it's one of her finer works myself."

"In fact, yes. If I can find the time."

"Time is very difficult to find, isn't it."

That was a somewhat odd way to put it, but Henry nodded.

"You're here in this library quite a bit, aren't you, young man."

Henry cautiously answered, "Yes, yes I s'pose I am." What is this guy's point?

"What kind of books do you like to read?"

"Pretty much all kinds."

"Yes, yes I've noticed."

That sounded a little creepy. Henry didn't say anything. He glanced around, looking to see if there was anybody nearly in case he needed help.

"My name is Potts, Patrick Potts. What, may I ask, is yours?" He actually already knew Henry's name, but he didn't want to upset the boy with that knowledge.

Henry wondered if he should give him a phony name, just in case he was some sort of identity thief or something. But, what danger could really be posed by such an old man? "Henry," he replied. "Henry Demis."

The old man smiled. "Henry, what would you say if I could give you all the time you wanted."

"Heh?"

"Henry, as you can see. I'm an old man. I don't have much time left, but I'm not complaining, now. I have lived well beyond my years. And, before I go, I need to leave to someone something very special."

Henry could feel a chill run down his spine. This could be pretty neat or pretty bad, or at least just plain weird. "What is it?"

The old man carefully pulled from his pocket a watch, a very old watch. In fact, it was a watch that looked older than him, which was saying a lot. "My watch," he said, holding it within the palms of both hands, as if it was some treasure.

"Oh," Henry blandly replied. Well, that wasn't anything particularly special, or weird. Lots of old men leave their watches to their sons. "Nice watch." Of what interest this should be to him was unclear.

"It's a very special watch, Henry. Very special indeed."

"Um, yeah, sure, I can see that."

"No, Henry. You don't see it's specialness. You experience it. Henry, I have been visiting a number of colleges, looking for the right young man, and I think I've found him."

Henry looked confused and befuddled. "You want to give me your watch?"

"Yes, Henry. I do. You see, I don't have any children. I never married." He had also, by necessity, lost touch with his siblings and everyone else he used to know.

Henry wondered how old this guy must be.

"And, besides, I want to leave this watch to someone who will truly value it, as I have valued it for so long, ever since it was first left to me."

Well, okay, why not, Henry thought. There was no harm in amusing this old man. If it would make him feel better, then why not. The watch was clearly an antique. It could fetch a good price. But, still, he didn't want to take advantage of an old man. Perhaps he was demented or something. "Why me?"

"Henry, this watch was given to me because I valued time so much, and was always in need for more, so much more."

Well, that certainly rang a bell. "Yeah, I can definitely understand that."

"Precisely," he replied, a contented and relieved smile on his face. He knew that this time would someday come, when he would have to give up the watch, but he had been having so much difficulty finding the right person, or at least difficulty actually letting go of it. He had noticed Henry quite some time ago. Longer than Henry would understand. He felt this young man was indeed the one, as the boy reminded him so much of when he was Henry's age, not so very long ago. As he had observed him over time, the old man felt like Henry was the son he had never had, never could have had.

"You see, Henry, this is no ordinary watch. It doesn't just tell you the time. It stops time."

Henry furrowed his brow. Yes, this man was indeed demented. "Sure, of course," he replied. He again glanced around. 

"No, really, see here. It's a watch, but it doesn't just keep track of time. It has an additional switch, like you find on a stopwatch, on the top, with which you can stop the time as well."

Henry glanced at it again. It was unusual looking. He would have to give him that.

"Henry, I know you don't believe me. How could you? I will though leave it with you. You just click the switch, and you will see." He placed the watch on the table, but found that it was very difficult to let go of it. This watch had meant so much to him for so very long. It was indeed his treasure, his precious. With tremendous reluctance he withdrew his hands. He felt like crying. It's so difficult growing old, and letting go. But, this is what a man must do at his age. His time had indeed finally arrived.

"I ask just one thing, and that is not to try it until I've left the building. I don't know. I just don't feel right being here, when you first use it." He felt it would be like being present at his own funeral, experiencing the end firsthand. Many persons say that would be pretty interesting, and informative, but it would also be very sad, to be there when you are gone.

"Sure, no problem," Henry replied. He was very relieved to hear that the old guy was apparently leaving pretty soon.

"And, yes, I guess I should warn you about one thing. It's important to keep in mind that the things you do can affect those around you. Time will have stopped but you can still impact the world around you. If you move a chair, for instance." He gestured to the empty chair sitting next to him, "it will appear in its new location when time is once again started."

This guy was clearly totally nuts, but Henry didn't say a thing. It was probably best not to confront someone who was psychotic. At the moment he was really quite harmless. He should just continue to amuse him. "Yeah, absolutely."

"If you accidentally knock someone over they could awaken with a bruise, perhaps even a broken arm. It's important to be careful. You will not notice the effect you are having when time is stopped. If, for instance, for some reason, you squeeze hard on a wrist, no bruise will appear until you start time again. But, once time is started, the bruise will instantly appear, and will likely hurt a great deal."

"I'll be careful. I promise." Please leave, though, was what he was thinking.

The man looked deep into Henry's eyes. He could see that the young man did not believe him. The only way to convince him would be for him to experience it for himself, as he had once done, sometime ago. He took a deep breath and pushed away his chair. He could perhaps tell the young man more, or at least answer his questions. But, he did not want to stay any longer. The longer he stayed the more pain he would experience. He needed to just let go and move on, to his end.

He got up from his chair and extended his hand.

Henry gripped the old man's hand. It felt so weak, wrinkly, and cold.

The man smiled. "Have a good time, Henry," he said, and then turned and left.

Henry watched him go, with considerable relief.

Once he was gone he looked at the watch. It was a pretty cool looking watch. It looked like a stopwatch. He guessed it must have been one of those watches connected by a chain to a belt. His grandfather had a watch like that. The old man seemed even older than him.

He picked it up, and smiled, and clicked the switch that the old man had indicated would stop time.

Suddenly, instantly, everything was quiet. Libraries are naturally quiet, but not completely, totally, dead silent. And, even weirder, everybody had frozen in place. Nobody was moving! He looked at a clock on the wall. The second hand had stopped. Henry felt an even colder chill run down his spine. His heart raced with anxiety, fear, wonder, and shock. What the fuck is this!?

He clicked the watch again and suddenly everyone started moving again, as did the second hand on the clock.

He clicked the watch and everyone froze.

He clicked again and everyone was moving.

He picked up a book and tossed it to the floor, clicking the watch before it hit.

The book froze in midair. 'Unfucking believable,' he thought. The old man was actually right! Henry was shocked, naturally so. Who wouldn't be shocked? His heart seemed to stop as well. This was just so bizarre, so unreal...and so cool!

He clicked the watch and the book hit the floor with a bang.

Faces turned toward him. "Sorry," he quietly mumbled toward the librarian, Miss Heffernem, who was scowling at him.

Henry shoved the watch into his pocket and made his way out of the library to find the old man. He really, really needed to talk to him. But, he was gone. 

He returned to his seat, pulled out the watch, and clicked it again. Everything again stopped. The room was deathly silent.

He could indeed stop time. As the old man said, he now had all the time in the world. He couldn't believe his amazing good fortune, but it was in fact actually true. Time was now stopped. It was now endlessly available to him. The evening would not end for him, if he didn't want it to. He could finish all of the works of George Eliot, or even anything else, and then start time again and it still would be... He looked at the watch. It read currently 8:26. When he started time again it would still be that time. No time would have actually expired. He really did control time.

He now had unlimited time to read virtually any and every book he wished. He could read forever, and ever, and ever. He returned his attention to Middlemarch. It was difficult at first to concentrate, as he kept saying to himself, 'All the time I need, all the time I want. Time, time, time. Time enough at last.'

As he made his way through the tome time seemed to have no meaning, no significance, no reality. He continued to make progress through the book, but had not used any time at all. He would occasionally glance around, something he had always tried to avoid, as it was only wasting time. But that was no longer a concern. Yet, it was rather odd to see everyone frozen in place, stuck at the present moment.

His eyes fixed on the breasts of Miss Heffernem, the librarian. He had noticed them quite a few times. What healthy boy would not? And, now, he could look at them for as long as he wanted. He could stare right at them and she would not care. She would not notice. That was also pretty cool! His penis swelled, and then he realized that he had been distracted from what interested him most. He turned his attention back to Middlemarch.

He buried himself in the book for literally hours. Evening should have turned to night, but it didn't turn at all. It just stayed there. A considerable amount of time had seemed to pass. He had only a third of the lengthy text left to read, yet there was still the evening light. The sun had apparently not changed its position.

Was the entire world frozen in place? He wondered. That was just too bizarre to imagine. He could not be that powerful. But, it would make no sense for just this one place to be frozen in time. What if someone else, from somewhere else, entered the library? Yes, the entire world must be frozen in time. What about the solar system? The solar system had to be frozen in time as well, and the galaxy in which it existed. Everything and everywhere throughout the universe. He again felt a cold shiver run down his spine. This was kind of weird, and scary.

He suddenly felt very nervous. He returned his attention to his text, burying himself deeper in the story, distracting his mind from thoughts that were not particularly pleasing.

Time continued to pass. Well, of course it didn't, but eventually it was deep into what should have been the night and he was getting tired, or perhaps it was now morning, but nothing had yet changed. Most importantly, he had finally finished Middlemarch. He smiled with delight. It was a pretty cool story. It was a tough read with a lot of interlocking narratives, but that made it all the more interesting and stimulating. He felt so satisfied, so good.

He scratched his chin. It was prickly.

Prickly? He needed a shave? He smelled under his arm. He also needed a shower. And, he felt hungry. He also had to pee; in fact, real bad. He always had to pee real bad in the morning.

He got up from his seat, retrieved Romola from the shelf, and made his way to the exit (but not before he visited the restroom).

He came upon Melinda Dillon as he was about to leave the library. He stopped. One did have to admire Melinda's beauty, and given how much time he now had (in fact, endless time), he could spare a moment or two to gaze upon her pretty face and luscious figure.

He smiled. He had to admit that he hadn't really given her much thought before, or any girl for that matter. Girls want so much of your time, so much of your attention and, at least prior to today, or tonight, he had very little to give. Now that he had more than any person could possibly imagine, he could spare her a moment, and he had to admit it was a moment well spent.

She was really quite pretty. She had these lovely green eyes with long curved lashes. He leaned in real close. He had at times wondered if they were fake, but looking up close they did not appear to be. He slowly circled her. She had such a cute butt as well. He loved how it swayed when she walked. He wondered if she did that on purpose. It was a delight to see. He made his around to the front again. One really did have to admire the beauty of her breasts.

He set down his book. He reached out and grasped Melinda's soft round bubbies within his hands. His smile grew larger. He had never felt a girl's breasts before. He had, of course, read about such things. He particularly liked how they were described in the writings of Mr. Gilbert. They were just so nicely soft and squishy and round, with pointy little nipples. He noticed that they were a bit off center, pointing just a bit to the left and right. How odd. He now realized that the descriptions by Mr. Gilbert could not really do justice to the reality of how they actually felt, in real life. Perhaps he had indeed missed something by confining his experiences, to date, solely to what he had read. There was something to be said for experiencing the real thing.

And, the fact that he was feeling them without Melinda's awareness made it all the more sweet. Yes, it was perhaps wrong, but it was also kind of cool. Melinda would never let him do this if she was asked. And, what she didn't know wouldn't really hurt her. It was really just a harmless little misbehavior, and yet one providing him with considerable pleasure and gratification. Who ever knew that feeling a girl's boobs could be so delightful, so entertaining, so enchanting. Yes, he had indeed read about it before, but feeling is believing. His dick was swelling stiff within his slacks.

He wondered if perhaps he could, should, do more. But, it wouldn't be nice. It wouldn't be fair. He had probably already done much too much.

With considerable reluctance he removed his hands, albeit hesitating before he withdrew them entirely, poised right above her boobs, the fingers outstretched, ready to clasp again that wondrous squishy softness.

But, he stepped away. There would be time enough for that, if he so wished. At the moment he was so terribly hungry.


Time Stop Abuse



Dan was a virgin, he wasn't particularly bad looking, just he lacked the confidence to speak to any girl who hadn't already accepted him in her "friend zone". He'd turned 18 just the other day, and was starting to get annoyed with the constant urge for sex, especially because he couldn't satisfy this craving either... The weekend had just ended and Dan was dreading another day at school with all his sexually active friends, who often mocked his virginity. As he headed towards his bus, he stumbled, almost falling on his face. An elderly man chuckled, and Dan shot him an evil glance. The man apologised for laughing at his plight, and offered him a strange package, which Dan accepted just to get away from this man... He stuffed it in his bag, and had to run to make it to the bus in time. All the seats were taken, and Dan was forced to stand. The longer he stood, the more intense the yearning to find out what was in the package from the old man became... As the bus rounded the final corner to his school, he practically leapt out of the door to get to his locker, and thus his package. As he ripped open the binding, his heart dropped as he pulled out a watch that looked like it hadn't been used in several centuries, nevertheless he put the watch on, as he'd never had a watch, and wouldn't say no if the opportunity presented itself. He headed to the first period; Science, so far today hadn't been the best.

As he sat in the lesson, he remembered the gift, and absently started fiddling with the buttons on the side... Suddenly Dan glanced up, something was wrong... there was something missing. He immediately noticed as he glanced around the room, nothing was moving, no noise, as if the world had stopped... He stood up, wondering if he was in some strange dream, a beeping noise pulled him out of his reverie, and he glanced down at his now flashing watch, to see text, reading "STOP" Dan smiled, wondering if the watch was the source of this freak occurrence... He ran into the corridor, glancing around, nothing, everyone was stuck in a pose, he found it almost funny. Then his virgin mind overtook all other forms of thought. What could anyone want more than being stuck in a school with hundreds of sexy girls, all frozen and ready to be touched and more... He approached his classroom door, re-entering and grinning madly as he saw his high school crush... Holly Briston. As he approached her, he started noticing her pert breasts, her slutty skirt rapped high around her perfect thighs... He glanced furtively back and forth, before poking her casually... No reaction. He smiled and lightly brushed his hand against her breast. Happy that she wasn't going to move, he started to unbutton her shirt, and saw her laced red bra, unable to resist her any longer, he ripped off the rest of her shirt, exposing her amazing body, stuck in a seated position... As he pulled her bra down, he immediately got hard, her large nipples almost mocking him... As he grabbed her breasts, he picked her up, and laying her on top of her desk, started pulling her skirt down her long legs... He smiled as he noticed her bra and panties matched, and tore them off with vengeance... He smiled as he took in the gorgeous sight of her slit, and her well shaved pussy beckoned him in. He could resist it no longer, and stood up and slid his raging hard-on inside of her... Trying to contain himself, he pumped back and forth... Looking down at her frozen smiling face, he came almost instantly... Kneeling down he pulled her clit with his teeth, toyed with her nipples, and preceded in eating her out for the next half hour... 

After cleaning himself up, he dressed her again, and placed her back in her seating position, returning himself back as well to his original seat... remembering the watch, he started clicking buttons, until the flashing stopped, and in green letters he read "GO" he kept his eyes fixed on her, as everyone sprang back into life, suddenly she screamed in pleasure, attracting many odd looks from her class mates, Dan realised that she'd just felt his entire sex session in the space of a second... The teaching continued, unknown to all what had just happened in that room. Dan grinned madly, and imagined the many fruitful school days that would follow with this kind of pleasure on a regular basis, all he had to do now was not lose the watch. 



Time Stop Adventure



Brandi's new job was to field test new technology for the CIA. She was a middle aged redhead who had never been married and had an average build, she lived by herself and was genuinely happy to do work that got her out of the house. She was wearing a pair of high heels, hoes, a knee length black skirt and a nice kind-of-loose white blouse. Today she was driving down an old road to meet an old friend for lunch and to test a new invention; a time stop watch. If this thing worked correctly, it would freeze all time with the exception of whoever is wearing it; in this case, Brandi. This is where she first noticed the red and blue lights in her review mirror.

"License and registration, Ma'am," said the officer now standing at her window.

"One moment," she replied.

'I guess now is as good a time as any' she thought. She pressed the first of two buttons on the sleek looking watch perched on her left wrist.

BLINK

Everything around Brandi seemed to be amazingly still. She reached out her window and poked the cop but he didn't seem to move at all. 'Holy shit, it works' she thought to herself. A wicked thought came across her mind and she decided to get some preemptive revenge on the police officer who already had his ticket pad out. 

She took the pad and pen from the officer and tucked them under the driver's side seat, then got out of her car. First she removed the handcuffs from his belt and worked his hands behind his back, cuffing them in place. She read the name "S. Johnson" on his metal name plate and a second wicked thought came across her mind. She poked him once more to make sure he wouldn't move. 

Upon seeing him still frozen and now handcuffed, she hastily unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. She gripped the sides of his pants and dropped to a squatting position in front of him bringing the pants to a heap around his ankles. She looked straight ahead at his tighty wightys and took a deep breath. In one fluid motion she gripped the sides of his briefs and pulled them down to meet his pants at his ankles. She giggled upon seeing the officer's undersized cock.

Brandi quickly stood, got back in her car and pressed the second button on her watch.

BILNK

Shock and awe hit the officer as he felt cold air on his dick and looked down in horror at his exposed cock. He fell over as he struggled to pick his lower clothes back up not realizing his hands were cuffed. Brandi sped off laughing in almost disbelief that the watch had actually worked.

Later she was sitting in a mom and pop diner waiting for a cup of decaf coffee when her friend Chris walked in. Chris was about six foot two, slightly chunky and was wearing his usual button up, collared shirt, jeans and sandals.

"Hey, I got your message. What's up?" he said, taking a seat across the booth from her.

"I have to show you this watch I got!" she exclaimed, pointing to her watch.

"Really? If you wanted to hang out you could just ask, you know that."

"No, no, no. It's got power."

"Like it lights up?"

Brandi realized she wasn't getting anywhere and decided it was better to just show him. She pushed the first of two buttons.

BLINK

Chris, along with the rest of the diner was suddenly frozen. Brandi reached across the table and moved the napkin dispenser to the opposite end of the table; next she pressed the second button on her watch.

BLINK

"See?" she exclaimed.

"See, what?"

"The napkins moved!"

They did?

Feeling annoyed once again, Brandi pressed the first button again.

BLINK

This time she picked up the dispenser, leaned over the table and dropped it in his lap, then pressed the second button.

BLINK

"Oh shit!" Chris said a little too loudly. He realized some people around them had noticed and said much quieter while placing the napkins back on the table, "How did you do that?"

"I told you, it's the watch. It can stop time."

The waiter appeared as if out of nowhere and delivered Brandi's coffee. "...And for you sir?"

"I'll have what she's having, thanks." Chris replied. The waiter gave them a smug look then walked to the kitchen door and something inaudible to the kitchen staff. Brandi was somewhat bothered by this and another wicked thought crept across her mind. "Watch the waiter," she said to Chris. They both turned their attention to the waiter as Brandi pushed the first button.

BLINK

The waiter's pants were now open and falling to his knees. He gasped and grabbed them then quickly darted into the kitchen to fix himself. "Did you do that," asked Chris. Brandi simply smiled at the question. "So this means that while you're wearing that watch you could do whatever you want to whoever you want!" he exclaimed. This statement brought a realization to Brandi and a host of new ideas came across her mind.

She had always had kind of a crush on Chris, they had known each other for years but had never been more than friends. Today she decided to change that. She pressed the first button on her watch.

BLINK

Chris suddenly realized that his shirt was unbuttoned exposing his hairy chest. "Stop that," he proclaimed while starting to button shirt.

BLINK

Chris Instantly realized that something was wrong but couldn't put his finger on what. Brandi was smiling wildly at him as he finished buttoning his shirt, then he felt what was wrong. He looked across the table to see her holding his boxers in her hand. "Missing something?" she asked still smiling.

"That's not cool!" He said being as calm as possible. She dropped the underwear under the table to the open spot in the booth between her and the wall. Just then a scary thought came to mind. "Does this mean you saw my..." he started to ask. "Mm hm," she replied. He sat there stunned for a few seconds contemplating this new situation. She started to speak, "I thought it would be... bigger."

Chris's heart sank. Brandi popped her foot out of her heel and pressed it to the crotch of his pants and began rubbing it up and down. They locked eyes as Chris's jaw dropped and his cock grew and tented his pants. His now erect cock now fit perfectly under her foot.

"I think you should take it out," said Brandi.

"Someone will see."

"We both know it will come out, one way or another," she said. "Or do you want me to make you mess your pants?" Brandi's foot picked up speed and Chris started to breath heavy as his small cock was pulsing under her foot. She reached for her watch.

BLINK

Brandi was now sitting to his right so he was between her and the wall, his jeans were around his ankles and her left hand was stroking his dick. This was all too much for him as he started to cum in her hand.

BLINK

Brandi was gone, his pants were back in there proper place (boxers still missing) and his phone started to buzz with a picture mail in his pocket. He pulled out his phone and opened it to see a picture of his four inch cock covered in cum, the accompanying message said "Tell anyone about this and every girl you ever meet will see this picture."

The End.



Time Stop Adventure Ch. 02



True, Brandi was of average build, but every other morning for the last year or so she got up early in the morning (around six or so) and went to the gym before work. Her job at the C.I.A. Had required to field test new equipment and despite the fact that she had to be out and about to do her job, she was still required to show up at the office at least five hours a day for five days a week. Recently the C.I.A. Had developed a watch that could freeze time (and everything and everyone else for that matter) while leaving the wearer unfrozen. This was officially day two of testing and Brandi was just arriving at the gym for her morning routine while still wearing her watch. 

Brandi made her way to the not so packed gym to the back where the locker rooms were located. There was the regular crowd that morning. Two rather large bodybuilders who always seemed to be there, a thin but athletic young man who seemed to be in his early twenties working the front desk, a man who is about six feet tall and of average build who showed up most mornings and a small, flirtatious redhead who seemed to be in her late twenties. Brandi entered the locker room already in her t-shirt, sweat pants and running sneakers and filled a locker (her cell phone and a change of clothes) then proceeded to do some lower body stretches. Upon finishing her stretches she exited the locker room and headed for the treadmills.

It wasn't unusual for Brandi to sneak peeks at the other people working out. After twenty minutes of jogging, her blood was pumping and her heart was beating pretty quickly and she had always thought it odd how some of the exercises had seemed somewhat perverted in nature. Her mind began to wonder and she couldn't help but replay the events of yesterdays lunch with Chris. Her hand rubbed her C.I.A. Issued watch and she started to wonder about the young man working the format desk. She had always found him cute, and with the watch she would be able to sneak a feel without him ever knowing. When the timer on the treadmill reached thirty minutes she slowed it to a stop and pressed the first button on the left side of her watch.

BLINK!

The entire gym had just stopped. People in mid lift or stride just seemed to turn into a living photograph. Brandi made her way to the front desk. It was tall enough that the man was standing behind it next to what seemed like an old bar stool. The man was perfectly still standing in front of an older model computer staring at a spreadsheet. Her hand caressed his lower back and slowly travelled down ward to his butt. She cupped one butt cheek and was impressed with how firm it was. Standing at the man's side, her left hand started at his firm chest. It travelled south to his abs and Brandi started to get excited. 

Without further hesitation she lifted his t-shirt a bit with one hand and pulled his track pants and briefs away from his waist with the other. She peered down his pants and saw an average sized cock and balls that were completely shaved. Brandi took a deep breath and reached her hand into his briefs and began to caress his dick. To her amazement, it started to grow! 

 Brandi could not ignore this. She gripped his cock firmly and started to stroke it. After what seemed like just a few seconds it became fully erect. Another few minutes went by and she was amazed to see the man actually cum in her hand. She immediately went and grabbed some paper towels out of the locker room and cleaned her hand and the mans pubic area and fixed his briefs and track pants. She made her way back to her tread mill and pushed the second button on her watch.

BLINK!

 Brandi was wiping down her treadmill and couldn't help but take notice of the man at the front desk. He seemed week kneed all of a sudden and was using the desk to hold himself up. She smiled and started to look around the gym. She couldn't help but take notice of the small redhead flirting with the man with the average build. Once again she reached for her watch.

BLINK!

Brandi was now circling around the couple. The redhead was about five feet tall, she was wearing what seemed like a sports bra and boy shorts. She had small breasts (maybe an A cup) and a pretty athletic body. Brandi's curiosity got the better of her. She pulled the sports bra like top away from her small body to see a rather large nipple resting on top of a puffy areola, both were pink and almost matched her pale skin tone. She pulled her shorts and panties away from her waste and spied a neatly trimmed red bush. She turned her attention to the average build man. We was wearing shorts and a t-shirt.

She gripped the waist band of his shorts and boxers and peaked inside. She laughed upon seeing his small dick. She though it look like an elevator button in a fur coat. She noticed the redheads gaze seemed to be on the mans abdominal area and a wicked smile crept across her face. She lowered both his shorts and boxers to his ankles and walked away to check out the body builders.

They were facing each other. One obviously talking with his hands while the other stood with his hands on his hips and just seemed to be taking it all in. Both wore shorts and sleeveless T's. She wasted no time lowering the shorts and under wear of the man the tall blonde man with his hands on his hips. She saw a nice average sized dick with rather large testicles. Next she lowered the shorts of the slightly shorter man with dark hair talking with his hands. She made notice of the fact that he was not wearing under wear and was surprised to see a huge dick!

She guessed that it was about ten inches and somewhat thick as well. She stood between both men and began stroking there cocks. When they were both hard she turned the blond man away from the other. She removed her sweat pants and began to grind her vagina against his stiff prick. When she felt sufficiently moist she turned her back to him and bent over. She carefully guided his cock into her pussy and slowly began to work it. Her fingers found there way to her shaved snatch and began to work her clitoris. Her other hand went to her knee for stability.

After about five minutes she began to stare at the bigger prick and decided it was time for a change. She dismounted the blonde man and went back over to the dark-haired man. She painstakingly lowered his stiff body to the floor. She spit in her and stroked the mans large cock. When it felt sufficiently moist she lowered her waiting pussy on to his cock head and eased it in little by little. It stretched her vagina and caused some pain but she very much enjoyed it. She could only fit about six inches of it in. She had both hands on his well developed chest and worked him slow at first but then began to gradually pick up speed.

Ten minutes in, she moved one hand to the center and brought the other back to her crotch and resumed rubbing her clit. Within minutes she was shaking and moaning loudly with orgasm. She picked herself up and went back to the locker room to clean herself up. She put her sweat pants back on and promptly left the gym.

BLINK!

Both body builders were shocked beyond belief and there dicks ached from the lack of orgasm they quickly covered themselves and demanded of each other to know what happened. On the other side of the gym, a small redhead was laughing uncontrollably at a man with an average build who's shorts were around his ankles and was desperately trying to cover his tiny nub of a dick.

The End. 



Time Stop



He picked up his book and turned to leave, but felt instantly severely jarred, to the point of almost falling over.

That was weird. He didn't see anything there. He looked closely in front of him. He couldn't see anything. There seemed to be a bit of light distortion but that could be some sort of illusion.

He reached out.

His eyes opened wide with shock at the fact that he seemed to be feeling an arm, a naked arm, but there was in fact nobody in front of him! What the fuck was this?!

He pulled his hand away in fear. This was just too weird.

He reached out again, lower down, to suddenly feel his fingers touch what appeared to him, at least in the very brief moment of time that he would allow it, to be a naked guy's erect cock.

How so fucking gross!

He grabbed his book and quickly put some distance between himself and that experience, whatever it was, but then stopped and looked back. He still couldn't see anything. He started time. That didn't help. Persons now in fact walked right through where he had previously been blocked by that essentially invisible apparition. He came back over to where it, or him, seemed to be, but it was apparently gone.

He stopped time again and felt all around the immediate area, but it was definitely gone.

That was just too fucking weird. He wondered if stopping time somehow opened up to him the existence of another co-existing universe, like wormholes or something. There was, of course, a simpler explanation that some persons are in fact invisible but that was too ridiculous to believe (however, see "The invisible young man").

Well, thinking about this did not solve his hunger needs. If wormholes were being opened then most likely he would discover another one sometime in the future. He made his way to the campus diner. He liked to eat there as the food was served quickly and, well, frankly, he did like burgers and fries. He could go for that right now, although perhaps he should have breakfast. In his time it was morning, time for breakfast. But, burger and fries for breakfast wasn't really such a bad idea. When you controlled time you could do most anything, including having burgers and fries for breakfast.

He stepped into the diner. There was a pretty long line. He considered cutting to the front but he knew that once he started time again persons would realize that he hadn't been at the front of the line just a moment before. They would not have seen him cut in line but they would know he didn't belong there. How very odd to actually have to wait in line when he was so powerful as to be able to control time.

But, he then realized that he really didn't have to wait at all. He stepped around the counter and picked up a few orders for some poor schmucks who had been waiting and were just about to get their orders. He piled three cheeseburgers and two orders of chili cheese fries onto a tray, along with a large cola, and made his way to an empty table with his captured bounty. They would instantly notice that the food had disappeared but they would not come to the conclusion that the guy with all the burgers, far away from the counter, deep within the diner, was the thief. Yes, this would make for a very fine breakfast indeed.

He was beginning to see that he could do a lot more with this watch than just read books.

In fact, standing in line were a few of the cheerleaders, girls who would most any day never give him the time of day. Perhaps a little revenge was in order, or at least a little floor show to help spice his burgers.

He set down his tray and got into the line, standing right behind one of the cheerleaders.

He squatted down. He instinctively glanced around, checking to be sure he was safe. Of course he was but he was still a little nervous nevertheless.

He raised the girl's skirt, and smiled. How often does a boy get to raise a cheerleader's skirt? Not too often in Henry's lifetime, which was now endless.

He did wish cheerleaders wore prettier panties. They didn't have to be sexy or diaphanous or anything like just. But at least with some lacy trim, or colorful flowery print, or something. Why were they always so plain?

He slipped his fingers into the waistband of her professional panties and pulled them down to her ankles.

He didn't raise up the skirt afterward to get a peek at what would now be revealed. That would be going too far. That would be disrespectful. He didn't want to take any unnecessary advantage of the girl.

He pulled down the panties of two more cheerleaders and then made his way back to his seat, and smiled.

He again looked around. It was all a bit eerie, seeing everyone frozen in time, as if they were just dummies, or pictures on a screen. And, everything was so, so quiet. There was virtually no sound to be heard anywhere.

He clicked the stopwatch, and he was suddenly overwhelmed by how instantly everything moved, as well as the cacophony of noise that all that movement made. Of course, everything wasn't really that fast or loud. It was just such a sudden contrast.

However, there was one place in the room in which there was in fact quick movement and loud squealing, as the three girls suddenly realized that their panties were around their ankles. They shrieked in shock and protest, their faces quickly reddening, as they bent over to grab hold of their panties and pull them back up, but not before it was noticed by most everyone else within the diner.

Henry, as well as many other boys, laughed hysterically.

The girls were not so amused and they glared angrily at a number of guys around them. They couldn't figure out precisely who did this, but clearly it had to have been more than one guy; likely three, standing nearby.

The two guys who sandwiched them in line vehemently denied any involvement, yet could offer no help in identifying the true culprits.

Henry graciously let time pass as he ate his breakfast or dinner, or whatever it was. Watching the befuddled and confused cheerleaders was indeed a nice show to go along with his full meal.

In fact, just before the girls were about to reach their table, he stopped time again.

He approached them and, once again, pulled their panties down, and then returned to his seat.

He started time and watched with bemusement as they again shrieked with surprise and shock. One girl even stumbled a bit, almost spilling her tray. Henry was relieved she didn't fall. He wouldn't want anyone to actually get hurt.

It was even more fun this time because they couldn't immediately pull their panties back up as their hands were occupied with carrying their trays. They hurriedly made their way the last few steps to their table, but they were unable to move terribly quickly as they were confined to clumsy little geisha steps due to their panties being tangled around their ankles.

A couple of guys were tempted to reach over and flip up their skirts but, perhaps surprisingly so, they exercised some restraint. They were clearly very curious and tempted, but they didn't want to get into any trouble. In fact, doing so might have just created considerable suspicion as to them being the culprits.

The girls glanced around as they rushed to their table, not only to scowl at persons laughing at their expense, but also to, once again, try to identify the perpetrators of what was obviously a very naughty and disrespectful act. However, one thing that was clear was that the guys who were previously within the line with them were now nowhere near them. That clearly eliminated them as suspects. Who could have done such a thing?

A couple of the girls wondered if there was something wrong with the elastic within their panties. There was simply no way that some guy, or even guys, could pull their panties down at the same time and not be seen. As soon as they reached their table they laid down their trays, pulled their panties up, and kept at least one hand on the waistband for the rest of their meal and through their walk back to their rooms, where they immediately discarded the malfunctioning panties.

When Henry was done he felt inordinately full. He did not typically eat so much, and apparently had splurged with the freedom that he had been provided. He now felt rather tired, yet he wanted to get into Romola. He had all the time in the world but not all the energy. Apparently he still needed to sleep.

He stopped time again and made his way back to his apartment for a good night's sleep.

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When Henry climbed into bed he wondered if he should start time again. There was really nothing to be gained for time to be stopped while he was asleep, was there? Well, perhaps there was, as he hardly wanted to waste all the time in the world with sleep. A 75 year old person will have spent about 25 years asleep. That was clearly a waste of precious time. Of course, if time was endless then how could it be wasted? Well, he decided not to take any chances and kept time still while he slept.

Not surprisingly he overslept, or at least he suspected he had. When he awoke it was still night. He really had no idea how long he had been sleeping. His clock by the bed read the same time as when he had fallen asleep. He could have been asleep for just an hour, or perhaps for twenty hours. He really didn't know and had no way of knowing.

He recalled in his psychology class how sleep researchers had students engage in "free-running" sleep, where they were not provided any cues as to the time of day or night. They were free to set their own schedule for how long they would be awake, how long they would be asleep. After a number of days of a rather chaotic schedule, they eventually settled into a sleep-wake cycle of about 25 hours, rather than the usual 24-hour day. Henry wondered if this would eventually occur for him.

Well, in any case, it was time to get up, at least for him. He was also hungry again. Apparently it was time for breakfast.

At first though he took a shower. There was perhaps no point to that, but he did like to feel clean. However, when he turned the faucet nothing came out. Well, that did make sense. Time had to be moving for the water to run. He started up time long enough for him to shower and shave, but again stopped it when he got dressed.

He made his way to the school cafeteria where he often ate. He preferred eating there rather than in his apartment as he really didn't like cooking, and he wasn't particularly good at it. But apparently they were not yet making breakfast. In fact, given the time at which he stopped time, they weren't serving anything at all. He was feeling a little confused, even uncomfortable. It was sort of like a real bad case of jet-lag, as the cues for time of day did not match at all his inner clock. He wondered if this was what it was like when people traveled to places, like Alaska, where, for periods of time, it was always day or always night. It was a little disconcerting, to say the least.

He now wished that he had started time when he had gone back to bed, perhaps it would then be daylight and he could have breakfast, assuming of course that he woke up in time. He made his way back to the diner. They would still be open.

Not much had in fact changed there since he had left. The cheerleaders though were gone. He kind of missed them, but then had an even better idea. He stole another hamburger and fries for breakfast, wolfed them down with a cola, and then made his way quickly to the Delta Nu sorority house.

Delta Nu had, hands down, the prettiest girls on campus. They were just so fucking hot. Every guy admired them, and coveted them. But, Delta Nu girls dated only the "big men" on campus: star athletes, as well as future leaders of business, industry, finance, and politics (see "Five steps to Delta Nu").

Henry was beginning to realize an additional benefit of stopping time. When he arrived at the house he made his way inside and up the stairs to the hallway along which resided the girls' bedrooms. He stopped there, and just admired for the moment the full potential before him.

Henry himself froze in his tracks as his eyes caught the sight of a bevy of pretty girls frozen in time, all in various states of dress or, more informatively, undress. Henry's cock instantly swelled within his slacks. Yes, it might not be a bad idea to put off his reading just for a time longer. Romola can wait. He had all the time in the world.

In his immediate line of vision was Tammie Monroe. He instantly recognized her, which wasn't difficult as she had such big round boobs, which were now very evident beneath a sheer light blue baby doll nightie. They were just so fucking gorgeous! And so perfectly round, even without a brassiere. They were like a couple of basketballs attached to her chest. Perhaps that's overstating it, but if so not by much. They were awfully, awfully big, and very, very round. He had never imagined seeing them naked. Well, that wasn't true, he had imagined them at times. And, now, here they were.

He had always wondered if they were fake. He should probably check.

He stepped up to her and reached out for them, momentarily glancing around to be sure that he was not being seen. Of course, nobody could see him, but it was a fact that was still difficult getting used to, particularly as all the girls' eyes were open, including Tammie's, looking right at him as his wide opened hands were poised right above her boobs. His cock twitched as he paused at the brink of a pleasure likely to be treasured for some time.

He clutched each of them with his hands, and sighed with deep delight and satisfaction. They appeared to him to be fake. They weren't as squishy or pliant as Melinda's had been nor how he felt natural boobs should feel, albeit he was clearly not at all experienced in telling the difference. In any case, it didn't really matter to him. In fact, the possibility that they were fake made the opportunity all the more intriguing. Not too many guys get to feel up fake boobs, and they were pretty cool. They weren't natural, but they were still soft enough, and their perfect roundness was really erotic, like they were truly, explicitly, sex toys, made precisely for the purpose of pleasing a guy, better than even nature could create. No natural body could have boobs as big and round and firm as these. He just stood there for awhile, squeezing, clenching, feeling, groping. He could do this hours, a fact that was indeed very true. He really could, if he wanted to.

He lifted up Tammie's baby doll to slip a nipple into his mouth. He was disappointed that it didn't stiffen in response to his suckling, but that was alright. It was already pretty stiff and pointy to begin with, as it was rather cool within the hallway. He then buried his face in between the large round jugs, snuggling the big bountiful bubbies against his cheeks, breathing in deeply the flowery scent of her freshly washed body. He pressed his hands against the sides of each one, crushing, smothering, his face in their globular greatness.

With considerable reluctance he eventually pulled his face away, wondering if perhaps he might even try to fuck her in between her breasts. He could lie her down on the floor. But, he decided against that. It would be difficult to get her back up.

He did though get down onto his knees, his eyes now fixed on Tammie's panties. He could see through them pretty well, but why have any covering? He pulled her panties down to her ankles so that he could see the girl's cunnie bare-ass, so to speak. It was a decision he did not regret.

Henry had no real experience with girls, at least ones that were real. He had seen lots of pictures, but no girl had yet let him within her panties. He didn't mind, or at least he told himself that. He was too busy reading. Books were his closest companion. He didn't really have time for dating. Can a girl really compare to Chaucer, George Bernard Shaw, Shakespeare, Proust, or Dostoevsky?

Still, none of those guys had tits like Tammie, and few books thrilled him more than the reaction he was now having to the sight of her exposed naked cunt. He was beginning to rethink his priorities in life.

This was the first real, live cunt he had ever seen. Actually, was it correct to say it was live? It had no apparent life right now, but it was live enough, and Henry was pleased to see that Tammie even shaved down there, with the exception of a landing strip right above the thick, fleshy folds of her cunt lips.

He used his thumbs to grasp hold of her meaty lips and spread them open, revealing to his eyes her inner wet folds and crevices. It was a most delicious sight indeed and there was only a moment of hesitation before he buried his own lips within hers, sticking out his tongue to lick, lap, suck, and slurp at Tammie's juicy feminine pie.

The taste was a bit surprising, although perhaps he should not have been so surprised. It wasn't like he was really thinking that it would taste like a sweet peach pie. It was more bitter and salty than he had expected, but it was still a real tasty treat, and he chuckled to himself as he realized what an obscene sight he must be, kneeling down in the middle of the sorority hallway, feasting on the naked cunt pie of Tammie Monroe while all of her sisters are standing around, each of them in her own state of dishabille. Even the sound was rather striking, as all that could be heard was his lewd and lascivious sucking and slurping.

He eventually stopped. He could have gone on much longer but this hallway buffet was filled with so many other delicious entrees and pleasurable deserts. He couldn't just have one. He carefully pulled Tammie's panties back up, wondering if she would notice any difference when time would start again. He wouldn't think that he had actually excited her, but she would at least feel a lot of his own moisture that he had left behind.

Who next? He considered pulling all of the girls' panties down, as he had done with the cheerleaders, but he wouldn't be able to enjoy the effect once time was started again. He wouldn't have a good excuse for being in the forbidden hallway, well after curfew.

Instead, he made his way down the hall, stopping to squeeze a boob here, pinch a nipple there, finger a pussy crack over there. He felt like a sultan with his own harem, so many different girls, so many different bodies.

He felt that Patty had the best panties. Patty was a pretty freckled redhead with long, straight hair, which was complemented well by her orange low rise keyhole thong, trimmed with pink lace. There wasn't really much to them but perhaps that was why he liked them so much. He even considered taking them. They would make for a pretty nice souvenir. He could eventually develop quite a collection from around campus. But, that would also be rather risky. Nobody would catch him in the act of stealing any of the panties but somebody, somehow, someday might discover them in his apartment and the evidence would be rather damning. He reconciled himself with just being able to take a peek at all of their cute little round bottoms, fleshy bouncy boobs, and delicate feminine slits.

He didn't find much difference with respect to the naked tushes. They were all rather tight, firm, perky, and round, but there was considerable variation among the breasts. Some were quite big and natural. These were really squishy and floppy. Others were perhaps big for the average girl, but still very firm and round. These were so proud and pleasing. And then there were even some little titties, seemingly so pure and innocent, and most definitely cute and adorable.

He eventually could not take it any longer, or at least not wait any longer, and he unzipped his slacks, reached into his pants, and wrenched his erection through the flap of his briefs. His cock felt so, so good in his hand, coupled with a soft breast within his other hand. He had seen adds for life-size dolls, some of them some sort of soft plastic, others were balloons. He had never imagined purchasing one, even at the height of sexual urgency, which for him wasn't really that often. But, he suspected that none would measure up to what he had right now.




Time Stop



He had a further inspiration. He made his way farther down the hall to the bathroom.

He was justly rewarded for his effort, for there in the shower room were four naked girls. It was a bit weird, as everything was frozen in time, even the cloudy mist. It was like he was looking at a three-dimensional photograph, and one he could in fact enter.

He stepped into the shower and was immediately hit with the soft, wet misty air, and the further he went the wetter he became. He moved his hand through the air and gathered within his palm a little pool of water. He decided it would be best if he left his clothes outside.

He stepped out of the shower room and quickly removed his clothes, leaving them in a little pile out in the hallway. It was all kind of surreal, stripping fully naked in the hallway of a sorority house, right in front of all of the half-naked girls, sporting a rather monstrous hard-on. Well, perhaps it wasn't really monstrous but it sure felt that way. He felt like an exhibitionist that couldn't be seen. Really quite odd.

Before he returned to the shower room he ran all the way down the hall and back, his cock bobbing and wagging, his eyes glittering with amusement. He had never been tempted to streak on campus before, but could now appreciate the pleasure. It was just so bad, and fun, to be so naked among all these girls, none of whom would ever have any idea.

When he got back to his clothes he checked on the stop watch. He realized he felt a bit nervous leaving it behind. Of course, nobody could actually steal it, and nothing could really happen to it, but he also felt uncomfortable leaving it out of sight. He considered taking it with him into the shower, but recognized that would in fact be the more risky behavior than leaving it behind. What if it filled with moisture? What if he slipped and fell? It was best to just leave it sitting safely on the soft cushion of his clothes.

He made his way back into the shower, whistling as he went, as if he was naturally going to take a shower with the sorority girls, sporting a rather taut stiff boner. He could imagine the squeals of shock, embarrassment, and outrage if he did this in real life. Well, actually, it was in real life, but not in real time.

The breasts, bottoms, and cunnies of these girls were even sexier to the touch than had been the case with the other girls, as the soap, shampoo, and moisture made everything so slippery and slick. He made his way around the shower, indulging himself in the pleasure of feeling such delightful feminine parts, his erect cock twitching and swelling as he went, his body picking up the moisture in the air.

He looked back and noticed that one could discern his path through the mist, as he had largely cleared the fog away with his body. Once time started again the girls would briefly observe this strange phenomenon but it would quickly disperse before they had a chance to really ponder its presence. 

He eventually picked up some soap to lather up his cock, making it much easier and pleasurable to stroke, sliding the fist of one hand up and down his slippery shaft as he explored the soft pliant curves of a girl's boob, bottom or cunnie with the other.

One girl was even bent over, washing her calves. Her bottom was being offered to him like she was inviting him to take her from behind. He could even see her shiny wet, pouting cunnie lips peeking out from between her thighs. He slipped his erection in between her tightly clenched, warm, wet, moist, slick thighs, as if he was in fact fucking her from behind. He felt he really shouldn't actually do it. That would be going much too far. This was still, he felt, just innocent fun, and nevertheless, pretty darned great fun, as her thighs were so tightly clenched together that they offered a nice facsimile. He imagined that the girl wasn't quite ready to go all the way so she suggested that he just do it this way. It was a nice little fantasy as he gazed down at her naked tush, her pink puckered butt hole winking up at him as his cock slid in and out of her soft, slippery, tight thighs.

It wasn't long before he felt the urge to cum, and he wondered if this is how he wanted to cum. The shower would quickly wash away the evidence. But, he stopped, his balls churning. He slipped his dick out from between her thighs and let it gently slide along the soft curves of her bum as he considered his options, which were really quite a few.

He could in fact start time up again, just as he was about to ejaculate. What would be the risk in doing that?

Well, for one, perhaps he wouldn't be able to stop time again to make his escape. What if the watch only worked a limited number of times? That would suck. If that was true he should definitely be considerably more careful and sparing in his selection of when to use it. But, there was no compelling reason to think it was time-limited. Still, imagine being naked in the shower with outraged, squealing girls, shooting off one's load and then unable to stop time. He would be in rather serious trouble then. It was a bit risky.

And, even if he could stop time again, what would be the chance he would get caught later? What if they recognized him?

Of course, he could never actually be convicted. With the ability to stop time it would not be at all difficult to establish a very strong alibi. Once he ejaculated he could stop time, leisurely dry off, get dressed, and make his way over to, for instance, campus security, where he could then start time again, and then chat with an officer as he filled out some form, making sure that he identified himself and repeatedly noted the time.

Still, who wants to even be accused of such a crime, let alone investigated. That fact alone can do serious damage to one's reputation, one's life. Even if he was vindicated some persons would still have doubts.

However, he wouldn't think any of these girls would actually recognize him in such a short period of time. He wouldn't leave time on for very long, just long enough for them to see him cum, but perhaps not long enough for them to get a good look at his face. Their eyes would most likely be focused elsewhere.

Plus, time had to be moving for there to be a report to the police, followed by an investigation. Frankly, he could prevent that from ever happening by keeping time stopped. However, he didn't want to keep time stopped forever, did he?

He would, at times, want to see the fruit of his labor, like he had done with the cheerleaders. He would also like to check in at times, see how the rest of the world was still living. No, he didn't want to stop time forever. Actually, what would happen to the world, the universe, if he died when time was stopped? His legs suddenly felt a bit weak and unsteady. What if he had slipped and fallen in the shower while humping the girl and had cracked his skull? Would he have ended the world forever?

His erection was gone. All that rumination wasn't very helpful. His nuts though still felt quite full, but he realized he needed to think this through a bit more. He gave the girl a few pats on her cute naked shiny round tush and carefully made his way out of the shower, being extra cautious in how he placed his feet on the slippery shower floor.

He borrowed a towel to dry off, and then returned to his piles of clothes. He carefully picked up the watch and gently laid it on the floor a few feet away as he dressed.

His eyes were fixed on the watch as he put on his clothes. What if it didn't work when he clicked the switch? It wasn't like he could take it now to a repairman to get fixed. Heck, he couldn't even take it to a shop to get cleaned when time was moving. He could never let someone else handle it.

What if the battery went dead while time was stopped? Actually, he should be able to replace the battery, but maybe it took a special battery, like some sort of atomic battery. Or, maybe it was just spring wound? What if the spring broke? Would he really enjoy the rest of his life if time was stopped for everyone else? What would it be like when he was breathing his last breath, knowing that he had essentially ended the future of the entire universe, just so he could read a few books.

He wished he could ask the old man these questions. He should have at least left a phone number.

Once dressed Henry very carefully picked the watch up and extricated himself from the sorority house.

As soon as he reached the sidewalk, with considerable trepidation, he clicked the watch, and was so, so relieved to be suddenly flooded by all the many sounds, and see so much movement. He smiled with a tremendous sense of relief.

He carefully placed the watch into his pocket, watching it closely as it went in to be sure that once he let go it would be safe.

He made his way back to his apartment, keeping his hand within his pocket on the watch all the way there.

When he got back to his apartment he wondered what he should do. He decided to let time proceed as usual for awhile. He needed some reassurance that everything was okay.

However, when it became time for bed he wasn't the least bit tired. He decided to stop time, carefully, and then let his time continue until it got back into synch with real time, or at least the time for everyone else.

He removed the watch from his pocket, gently laid it on his bed, and then clicked it.

An odd silence filled the room. He had never noticed before how many different little sounds were in the background of his apartment. He did now that everything was turned off.

He removed some books from an old easy chair to make room to sit down and get back into Romola. He suddenly realized that he hadn't yet started reading it. All that time had passed and yet not one page. He smiled as he opened it up. This had been his original intended use for stopping time. He felt a bit better, a little more relaxed. He concentrated on the text, his mind drifting away from his ruminations over the watch. He eventually felt much better.

He reached up to turn on the reading lamp by his chair, but it wouldn't come on. He kept turning the switch, but there was no response. He wondered if the bulb had gone out, and then recalled that nothing would work while time was stopped.

He got up from the chair, turned time back on, turned on the reading lamp, and then turned time off. As soon as he did so he realized that if there was a limited number of clicks he had clearly just wasted a couple of them. And, even if there wasn't, there had to be an eventual wear and tear on the watch. How long would this watch actually last? Clearly time did not stop for it.

He returned to his seat to again lose himself in the book, which didn't take too long.

A considerable amount of time eventually passed. How much, of course, was impossible to know, but he did eventually grow tired and sleepy.

He clicked the watch to turn time on, and smiled as the room filled with bits and pieces of background noise.

He prepared for bed, enjoying the fact that he was now back in synch with the world. There was something to be said for enjoying the company of others, living in the flow of time. But, of course, all the time knowing that he could at any time stop time, and get something done or play some amusing prank.

By the time he was in bed he was feeling considerably more relaxed and comfortable, and quickly fell asleep. It had been quite a long and busy day.

When he awoke the next morning he felt refreshed and energized. His confidence was renewed. His doubts and concerns seemed like a thing of the past. The watch had to be pretty darned resilient, as the old man probably had it for quite a long period of time. The watch looked real old and so maybe it was timeless, maybe it would last forever.

He even smiled at breakfast when he realized that he had forgotten to study for the German test this morning. It was now about 7:30AM and the test would be at 9:00AM. He would probably take his time getting to the point in time when he had to take the test, but the fact that he would eventually arrive there did not trouble him. He could simply stop time right at the beginning of class and take all the time he needed to study for it. Actually, there was an even easier solution.

When he arrived for the test he got into his seat and waited impatiently for Professor Schilling to hand out the test. It was kind of funny. He now had all the time in the world but precisely for this reason he felt quite impatient over the fact that the professor was wasting so much time in handing out the test.

A few students shared his feeling of impatience. Professor Schilling never handed out more copies of the test than the precise number of students in each row. She feared a student would keep the extra copy and then give it to someone who would enroll next semester. But, this procedure took a considerable amount of time, and those who first got the test had more time to complete it than those who were last to receive a copy. Henry was in the last row.

Ms. Schilling noticed the tapping of pencils and feet. "Now, don't worry," she said. "There will be plenty of time for everybody."

'No fooling,' Henry thought, as he immediately stopped time when he finally received his copy of the test. He pulled out his notebook and textbook, and completed the test, grinning mischievously the whole time. He even purposely missed a few questions so that his score would not arouse any undo suspicion, although it turned out he in fact would miss two more of them anyway as the questions were based on lectures for which he hadn't taken good notes.

When he was done he started time again and immediately covered his test with his hands, realizing that it would arouse considerable suspicion if anyone noticed that he had somehow managed to finish the test within a couple of seconds.

As he sat there he again felt that he was wasting a considerable amount of time. It was incredibly boring just sitting there, pretending to be answering questions. He considered stopping time and leaving the room, coming back later after he had read a few more chapters of Romola. But, that would only delay the inevitable. He would eventually have to use this time up unless, of course, he decided to abandon the world altogether for his own private life, but he had already considered and rejected that option.

He stared at the clock on the wall. He was reminded of when he was in elementary school, staring at the clock on the last day of class before the beginning of summer vacation. This was the happiest, as well the longest, day of the year. Time just seemed to actually slow down as the hour, minute, and even second hand gradually dragged its way around the clock. It's too bad his watch didn't have a fast forward.

He looked around the room at the other students, feverishly completing their tests; the poor shmucks. He glanced at Ms. Schilling, and caught her eye.

"Keep your eyes on your own tests," she reminded everyone. Her eyes were looking right into his.

Ms. Schilling was a rather pretty teacher, and relatively young. He didn't know for certain her age, but she certainly looked rather young. She wasn't married, or at least she didn't wear a wedding ring. But, even though she was quite pretty, with her long wavy blonde hair (albeit often pulled back), large blue eyes, perky nose, and very rosy red cheeks, she presented herself as the rather stern and authoritative mistress. It was not good to be at the receiving end of her steely glare.

Henry immediately pretended to be studying the test questions. Her noticing him not working at all wasn't good. He wondered if she would now be suspicious about his test results. But, he was probably okay. If she checked the answer sheet of Mandy who sat right next to him she would see that he hadn't copied any of her answers.

Ms. Schilling got up from her desk. He didn't raise his eyes to see where she might be heading. He certainly hoped that she wasn't going to come down to speak to him.

He looked away, trying not to look suspicious, and then reached into his pocket, and stopped time. He looked up at his teacher. She wasn't even looking at him. She was perhaps just stretching her legs. He again glanced around the room. This time taking his time doing it.

He had an inspiration.

He got up from his desk and made his way around the entire class, opening up each girl's blouse, so that eventually every girl in the room was exposing her brassiere.

It took a bit of time, but it was again time well spent. He imagined he was a male nurse or something, helping the young ladies open their blouses for an examination.

He felt a little guilty about disrobing Mary Sue Edwards. She was a real sweet girl. It wasn't like the other girls weren't, but Mary Sue was the only girl he really knew. Well, actually, he didn't know her well at all, but they had spoken a few times, and until this moment he hadn't fully appreciated how sexy were her titties. They were on the small size, often barely noticeable if she was wearing a frumpy, loose blouse. But, presenting now her lavender cotton brassiere, trimmed with rose lace and decorated all over with little violets, she was truly a sight to behold. The fact that they were little small cups even made her all the more endearing and adorable. He gave each precious cup a little kiss right on the tip.

He then checked her test. He had a soft spot for Mary Sue in part because she was struggling in class. She asked lots of questions, which generally just indicated that she wasn't following the lecture or adequately understanding the material. A couple of times Ms. Schilling even rolled her eyes.

He took her test back over to his own desk to check her answers against his. He changed a lot of them (albeit not all) and then returned the answer sheet to her desk. If she didn't check her answers she wouldn't even notice the changes. She probably would though check, but she might just think she wasn't being sufficiently careful when filling in the opscan sheet, and possibly she might even realize that her inadvertent errors were fortuitously good choices. But, Henry realized he probably should have just waited until she was about to hand the test in before he made the changes. Well, he would take the additional time to do that later in the class.

He made his way to the front of the class to admire his handiwork.

He smiled proudly. There was something quite appealing about a classroom in which all of the girls wore their blouses open and were now just sitting exposing their brassieres, either unaware of or indifferent to what was being revealed. It was like Henry had x-ray glasses. And, the variability in brassiere selection was really quite impressive. There were pink ones, green ones, yellow ones, rose ones, lacy ones, sheer ones, full cup and demi-cup. Henry was impressed at how many of the girls apparently took such pride in their undergarments, wearing such provocatively pretty and sexy underthings despite the fact that nobody would see them. There were, of course, a few plain white cotton brassieres, but they still had their own delightful charm. And, there was also quite the variation in size, from big, to medium, to little tiny titty size. It was really quite a garden of lovely colorful cups.

Henry stood at the front of the class for quite a bit of time, admiring his work of art, a sort of human sculpting. He then made his way back over to Mandy's desk, or more specifically her breasts. He had often admired how big and round they looked. He stood behind her and reached down into her brassiere to cup, fondle, and squeeze her soft, squishy boobs. He had just done this within the last day or so with other girls (how much time had actually passed was really unclear), but some things never get tiring or dull. He had at times wondered how Mandy's boobs would feel like. How cool it is now to finally have the power to know and experience such things.




Time Stop



His eyes went to his teacher. Clearly, Ms. Annika Schilling needs to be involved in this little timeless exploration. He removed his hands from Mandy's brassiere and made his way to the front of the class, now sporting a very severe erection.

He pulled up her skirt.

It wasn't that easy as her business skirt was rather tight, but this was the kind of work that any boy enjoys. His cock was straining within his pants.

When he eventually got her skirt all the way up past her panties he paused for a moment to admire the sight. Ms. Schilling was as sexy beneath her skirt as she was pretty. She was wearing white nylons, held up by a white lace garter belt above which were white lace panties. He had to figure she must at least be dating someone. What was the point of such sexy underthings? They were almost a shame to pull down.

He took hold of his teacher's panties and pulled them all the way down to her ankles, gathering there in a very lovely tangled web of intimate white lace and cotton.

His eyes then returned to what her panties had been hiding.

Whoa! Ms. Schilling was most definitely a natural blonde. He had never seen such blonde hair on a pussy before, at least not in the pictures he had seen. The hair was not terribly long. The bush was thick but quite tidy, short, and restrained. He wondered if she trimmed it.

In any case, her womanly feminine lips were clearly discernible, and terribly enticing. He got down on his knees in front of her and crushed his own lips against hers. He attempted to breath in her scent but her distinct feminine odor was not strong. He wondered if that was a reflection of Professor Schilling's pussy or the stoppage of time. Perhaps he could inhale only the scent that had been already within the air when time was frozen.

He gave her lips full, deep licks with his tongue. He could most definitely taste her, as he could taste his burgers the other day, and Ms. Schilling's pie was indeed a very rich and lustful womanly flavor. He gorged himself on his teacher's pussy pie, smacking, kissing, licking, and munching away, making all sorts of obscene noises, eventually reaching down to extract his cock so that he could squeeze and pump it at the same time.

He had still not yet cum, and his balls were again really churning. But, he didn't want to just waste it. He wanted to save it for a really good moment in time. He could perhaps jerk off onto Professor Schilling's desk, but clearly that would result in an investigation. Heck, DNA tests could prove that it was him. How it got there would be a true mystery but the conclusive evidence of DNA wouldn't require an explanation.

Perhaps he could shoot his load into her panties and then pull them back up. She might just think that she had wet her panties. That would be kind of funny.

But, as an experienced woman she would quickly realize that the stuff in her panties was some guy's cum. However, there was simply no way anyone would think that he was the one who gave her the panty cream pie. She might not even want it to be investigated, given the obvious embarrassment it would cause. On the other hand, there would also be no way that Ms. Schilling would think that this was some sort of bizarre accident. She might even seek treatment for memory loss, or perhaps blame it on some sort of drug that someone had slipped into her coffee. Well, it would be difficult for anyone to reach that conclusion but some explanation would have to be developed. Time stoppage would not be blamed. In the end, if they took DNA from all the guys in her class it would point the finger right at him. He again recognized the importance of being careful and not push this too far.

He got back up onto his feet, his lips and chin a sloppy mess, his erect dick poking out of his pants.

He strolled up and down the rows of desks, occasionally stopping to admire the sight of his naked cock sticking out in the direction of a pretty girl, occasionally bumping her cheek with it, perhaps even her lips, as if she was kissing it.

As his cock pressed against a girl's lips he realized that it would be nice to be able to share this experience with someone. He wondered if he held hands with a person when he stopped time would that person still be exempt. What if both of them held onto the watch at the same time?

Of course, he didn't really know with whom he would want to share this. It wasn't like he wanted to be naked with another boy, nor did he feel he could really trust anyone with a secret as powerful as this. If he couldn't keep the secret to himself could he really expect one of his friends to keep it secret?

A more desirable partner would be a girl, but he didn't have a girlfriend and, even if he did, would he really think she would enjoy this as much as him? What would a girl do if she could stop time?

He made his way to the back of the room, to stand next to Doris Blevins. Doris was one of the more openly sexy girls in the class. Frankly, he hadn't really had to open her blouse as it was already rather diaphanous. Henry was surprised when he saw women wearing blouses through which one could see their brassieres. He at times wondered if they really knew how much they were revealing. Of course they had to, but then why weren't they at all embarrassed? They wouldn't walk around on campus without a blouse, but they were essentially doing the same thing with a see-through blouse.

Doris was bent over, carefully studying one of the questions.

Henry studied her brassiere, and he smiled with mischievous delight when he observed that the clasp was in front.

He undid the clasp. Her boobs didn't just naturally fall out though. So, he helped them along by pulling back the cups to under her arms, letting Doris' full round lovely mammaries into the open air.

He knew that this was taking a bit of a chance. But, it wasn't like she could really blame this on any guy in the room. If it was the clasp at the back she would most definitely accuse the guy sitting behind her. She would have to attribute this accident to some sort of wardrobe malfunction.

Henry then buttoned up all of the girls' blouses, including Doris'. It wasn't as much fun as unbuttoning them, and it was a little sad to have to hide all of that charm, but it was still pretty neat. It was like they were his life-sized dolls. He never much enjoyed playing with dolls as a boy, but he could now see the pleasure. He occasionally snuck a little feel in the process of buttoning up a blouse. That was to be expected. When he was finally done he made his way back to Ms. Schilling.

He smiled as he decided to just leave her panties at her ankles, dressing her only to the point of pulling her skirt back down.

When he got back to his seat he paused for awhile. He looked around the room to see if he had missed anything. It would be pretty bad to have actually missed one of the girls, leaving her with her blouse open. That would not, of course, be traced back to him but coupled with Ms. Schilling's panties down and Doris' brassiere falling open, it might result in some sort of investigation. And besides, he didn't really want to embarrass a girl that badly.

Once he was certain everything was fine, he clicked the watch in his pocket.

Ms. Schilling instantly recognized her wardrobe accident, as she could feel a wet coolness on her pussy and as soon as she moved a foot she felt her panties around her ankles. Plus, she was suddenly, unmistakably, extremely sexually aroused. She looked down and with considerable surprise and shock saw her white lace panties down at her feet. She quickly sat down in her chair, her eyes scanning the students in the first couple of rows, trying to determine if any of them had noticed or, worse yet, had somehow pulled her panties down.

Henry tore his eyes away from Ms. Schilling to see how Doris was doing. She had not noticed her accident as quickly as the professor, her mind being so fully absorbed in a test question. So Henry got to see her initial reaction, which was again shock and confusion.

She quickly wrapped her left hand and arm around her boobs to hide them from anyone's sight, her face turning a beet red. She glanced as well around the room to see if anyone had noticed her accident, or was now noticing her effort to hide her breasts from sight.

Henry returned his attention to Ms. Schilling.

She was still understandably confused by her predicament as well as her level of arousal. How could one's panties fall down like that? How could she have suddenly become so lustfully excited. Her panties weren't the least bit loose. It's possible perhaps that suddenly the elastic within the waistband somehow broke or tore, but that was so unlikely. Nothing remotely like this had ever happened to her before. She looked behind her and down around her desk, considering the absurd possibility that perhaps some really deranged student had snuck up on her and pulled them down. Remote as that possibility would be it seemed just as good as any other possible explanation. But, there was clearly nobody around. Maybe somebody drugged her drink? Maybe she had some sort of dissociative episode? None of these possibilities though made any real sense, but what did make sense?

She then realized that she had better fix this problem soon before a student asked her to come to his or her desk to help with one of the questions.

She reached down, pretending to be picking up a pen when in fact she was taking hold of her panties.

She quickly pulled them up to and over her knees, which wasn't that difficult or suspicious. The students couldn't see what was going on behind her desk. If they noticed her movement they would only just think she was adjusting her skirt, which professors in tight skirts seemed to do pretty often.

But, Annika was now uncertain what to do beyond this point. She pulled the panties farther up her thighs but this had required pulling up her skirt as well. To get them all way up and over her bottom would require pulling her skirt all the way up as well. This would be difficult enough to do in the front of the class even with a large, loose summer skirt, but to do so with her tight business skirt was taking quite a bit of risk in being noticed. She now realized that she probably should have just taken the panties off and slipped them into her purse.

"Professor Schilling!" Henry raised his hand. He had a question about one of the test items.

Annika's eyes opened wide with concern. One of the students had a question?! Now!? She pulled her skirt back down over her panties and got up from her desk, the panties wrapped around her thighs. Her heart was racing so hard. Maybe she should just let the panties slip off and step out of them. But, she couldn't just leave them by her chair. And, what if they didn't just slip down? She couldn't help get them down by wiggling her bottom or using her hands.

With one hand "resting" against the front of her leg, holding her crumpled panties against her thigh, she carefully made her way to Henry's desk.

Henry glanced back at Doris as Ms. Schilling was slowly making her way over to him. Doris was trying to keep her boobs hidden but was not really that successful. He couldn't see her nipples but a thin arm can't completely hide such a mountain of white soft spongy flesh. He didn't though look long as he didn't want Ms. Schilling to notice Doris. He returned his eyes to her, smiling innocently and patiently while waiting for her assistance.

Putting on a brassiere isn't all that difficult, but when one has to do it through a buttoned blouse and in the middle of a class, that was a different story. Doris was reminded of a recurring nightmare she would have, in which she suddenly found herself naked in public, right on campus. Perhaps this wasn't so bad. In the dream she would be entirely naked, with no way to protect her modesty other than with her hands. At least now "all" she had to do was to get her bra back on.

But, this was actually much worse than her dream as it was in fact for real.

Keeping her left hand hiding as much as she could Doris carefully, slowly, used her right hand to wrest the breast cup free from beneath her arm pit. This was just so weird. It kind of, sort of, maybe made sense that her clasp malfunctioned, although that had never happened before. But, how did her cup manage to get jammed under her arm without her noticing it? She must have been terribly, terribly deeply concentrating on her test.

Well, in any case, she took hold of the left cup through her blouse and pulled it over to her breast. She then switched hands to get the other cup on, all the while glancing around to be sure that nobody was noticing her. 

Then she noticed Billy Adams, sitting to her right, smiling at her.

She gave him her most dirty look possible.

But, he just continued to smile, watching her trying to get her bra back on in class. Clearly the sight of her struggling to get her jiggly boobs back into their cups was considerably more interesting than the test.

Doris wondered if Billy was responsible for her brassiere becoming undone, somehow reaching across and undoing the clasp while she was concentrating on her test. No, that didn't make any real sense. He was though being very rude in not looking away.

Ms. Schilling knew that the placement of her hand on her thigh looked unusual and awkward, but clearly no student would be thinking she was doing that to hold onto her panties. They would probably think that she was rubbing a sore muscle or something. This really wasn't so bad she felt, as long as she kept hold of her panties through her skirt. "Henry, what seems to be the problem?"

"Thank you, Professor Schilling," he responded, smiling up at her, enjoying the fact that he knew something she didn't know he knew. "I didn't understand this sentence, Die visuellen Effekten in diesem Film sind cool.' I mean, shouldn't it be 'Effecte'?" 

She had to come to his desk for this? "Henry, if I told you that then I would be giving you the answer." So many students do this, their questions not really asking for clarification but instead looking for a hint.

"Oh, okay, that's fine. I guess it should be Effecte then?"

Ms. Schilling patted Henry on the shoulder, as if to say, 'Nice try.' "You just give the best answer you can, Henry. I'm sure you will do just fine." Before he could ask any further questions she turned away to head back to her desk.

Henry flicked his pencil off the desk so that it would land in front of her.

Annika stopped. The pencil was resting just a few inches in front of her feet. It was not a big deal to pick it up, not when one's panties aren't tangled around one's thighs. But she was not entirely sure about her grip on her panties. It was more like she was just pressing them against her thigh. In the process of picking up the pencil it was distinctly possible she could lose her grip and that would not be very good. Having one's panties fall down in class would be rather embarrassing, to say the least. Still, it was apparent that she had noticed the pencil. It would be rather rude to just step over it.

She carefully bent over to retrieve the pencil for Henry.

Henry smiled as her naked derriere pressed out the back of her skirt like a big round ball. He stopped time.

He just had to take a look. He was sitting there imagining what her naked bottom would look like beneath her skirt, poking out like that, and then suddenly realized that well, of course, he could very well see for himself. He didn't have to imagine.

He got up from his desk and grinned with delight as he began to pull up her skirt.

But, he then faced a problem. Pulling up her skirt would require releasing her panties from her hand. He wondered if he could get them back into position tight enough beneath her hand such that they didn't instantly fall down when he started time again. Well, actually, either outcome was fine with him.

He pulled the skirt off her hand. Ms. Schilling's panties stayed at her thighs. How odd, but Henry then realized that any movement that did occur had to be a direct result of his own effort.

In any case, once he got her skirt up and over her bottom he recognized that he had made the right decision. Ms. Schilling had a lusciously wonderful butt. It was really quite taut, round, and snowy white. He got down on his knees to gaze more deeply at that glorious pale moon. He wondered if his teacher appreciated what a truly great butt she had.

His balls were really getting quite the exercise, or at least the frustration.

He pressed his face into Ms. Schilling's soft round ass, albeit quickly having to grasp her hips as he almost knocked her over. Goodness, what if she had hit her head? He was reminded of the warning that the old man had provided. Whatever he did would have an impact on the other person.

He suddenly realized that this could apply to sexual contact as well. If hitting a person would result in a bruise and pain when time again started, then wouldn't diddling a girl's clit cause her to be excited when time started? He thought back on the Delta Nu girls. When he started time again out on the street, Tammie's nipples were probably real stiff and erect, her pussy all warm and wet.

He smiled. If this was true then he could make Ms. Schilling all sexually excited when he started time again.

He pulled his face from her butt and brought the fingers of one hand to her clit, a finger on the other hand he slipped up into her warm, wet cunt. He was a little surprised that she was in fact so moist, but then realized he may have already excited her a bit earlier. This was so cool. He rubbed her clit around and around as his other finger slid in and out of and flickered within her tight wet fleshy cunt. It was just so fucking neat. Not too many students get an opportunity like this. It was a little odd though to be doing this with no reaction from her whatsoever. He imagined that she was asleep and he had snuck into her bedroom to play with her. Somehow that made it seem less strange.

He gazed upon his teacher's naked butt as he worked her clit and cunt. All this time, just inches from his eyes, was his teacher's puckered curly rosy asshole. He wondered if he dared lick that as well. It was most definitely quite the temptation. He had never considered himself as being into anal sex. Heck, he never considered himself being much into sex at all. The stopping of time was teaching him a great deal about himself. One never knows what one might learn about oneself until one takes the time to consider it. 

Licking a girl's anus though must be a pretty nasty thing to do. On the other hand, it wasn't like anyone was ever going to find out. He could do things now with a girl that even she wouldn't ever know he did.

He leaned forward, with considerable trepidation, stuck his face into his teacher's butt, and took a quick, very brief, lick of her anus.

He quickly pulled back, like his tongue had touched a hot ember.

He considered the taste. It was kind of bitter. He wasn't sure he liked it.

He studied her anus as he continued to diddle her clit and finger her cunt. It was now glistening with his moisture. It did look rather cool. He smiled. It was really too bad that he couldn't take a picture of it. Not too many students have pictures of their teacher's butt holes. However, not only would that be having some rather incriminating evidence in his apartment he wasn't so sure a camera wouldn't actually work.

Well, that was probably enough. He gave his teacher's fanny a goodbye kiss on the cheek, and pulled her skirt back down. It wasn't easy though getting her panties lodged safely under skirt. He was having some difficulty keeping her hand pressed down hard enough so that the panties likely remained in place. He considered just letting them fall back to the floor when he started time, but he rejected that idea. It would be fun, and funny, no doubt about that. But, it would be mean. Plus, he wanted her to wake up feeling excited and aroused, not frightened and embarrassed. He eventually tried pinching a section of the panties in between her finger and thumb, as well as having her palm pressing against them. That would likely work.




Time Stop



He got back to his seat, and clicked time back on.

"Oh!" Annika suddenly exclaimed, feeling so strangely intensely aroused again, and apparently so much so that she had almost lost control of her panties. She fell to her left knee, but managed to maintain hold of the panties. She picked up Henry's pencil with her left hand as she carefully adjusted the position of her panties as best she could with her right.

Jennie Jamerson, who was sitting just to her right, asked, "Are you okay, Professor Schilling?"

"Oh, yes, yes, I'm fine dear, just a little hot flash." As soon as she said it she regretted it. It wasn't a bad excuse for her state of confusion but it implied some other condition that would be just about as embarrassing to publicly announce to her students as an intense sexual excitement.

She carefully got back onto her feet, turned halfway toward Henry and handed him his pen. "Here, Henry," she said, her voice clearly breathless and agitated, her face flushed, "keep a firm grip on it now," advice that she recognized was even more important for herself.

Henry smiled. He had gotten the confirmation he needed. Ms. Schilling, Professor Schilling, was indeed hot to trot. Yes, this opened up quite a few more possibilities.

He watched with some amusement the distraught and confused Ms. Schilling through the rest of the test. He even stopped time again to give her another dose of arousal when it appeared that she was getting control of herself.

Toward the end of the class he noticed that Mary Sue looked distraught. She clearly felt that time was running out for her. Henry again wondered if it would be possible to share the watch with someone. It would be nice to have a partner. He wondered if he was now doomed to be alone for the rest of his life. Could he really tell a girl about this? Actually, why not? She would have to be pretty darned impressed by his ability to stop time. Not too many guys could do that!

Henry did check Mary Sue's exam before she turned it in. After she placed it on the professor's desk he stopped time to retrieve it. She had changed back a number of the answers. He fixed them for her. She would not likely discover this later. All she would be told was the grade she received and a list of items she got wrong.

He also did the same later for Doris and Mandy. He really should do something nice for them as they had done something nice for him.

He set out after class wondering how else he might use the watch. The possibilities seemed as endless as time. It hadn't been very long at all since he had vowed to be more careful with the watch, yet now he wanted to use it all the time. He didn't even know how many times he had stopped time in Professor Schilling's class.

He came to the realization that the ability to stop time was helping him to grow as a person, to become a more complete man. He really had been too absorbed with reading. There were other important things in life than just books. His parents had been telling him that time after time. Well, he now realized how right they were. One should take the time at times to stop and smell the roses.

His eyes fixed on the sight of a girl's bottom swaying left and right in front of him as they walked across the campus commons. He had never noticed before how much beauty there was in the world, even when he was just walking to and from class. His eyes would typically be buried in some dusty old tome. He now realized that all around him were such delectable visions.

He stopped time and stepped up to the girl. He lifted up the back of her skirt.

Well, here were indeed pretty flowers to admire. She was wearing pastel cotton panties with yellow daises, pink carnations, red roses, and, well, he couldn't identify the rest of them. He tucked the back of her skirt under her belt, stepped back a few feet, and started time again.

Now the swaying bottom was even more delightful! Stopping time was pretty darned cool, but existing in time did also have its charm, particularly when it involved such movements as this. Do women naturally walk with a wiggle? He didn't know, but this one sure did and she was waving such a cute perky colorful flag, swaying in the cool spring wind.

Some animals alert potential mates that they are in heat by having their rear ends sort of light up with inflamed arousal, or at least so Henry had read. He was thinking, with private amusement, that this would be a good way for human females to do it too. They could just tuck up their skirts in back to signal men that they want to be asked out on a date, or at least it sure looked that way right now.

It didn't take at all long though for the girl to realize that something was amiss. It just felt so unusually cool back there. She reached behind her to discover that her hand touched bare bottom, or at least bare panty. She looked back down over her shoulder to see that her skirt had somehow been tucked into her belt.

She quickly pulled it free and looked all around behind her, scowling at any and every guy she saw, many of whom had indeed enjoyed the very brief show. She wasn't entirely sure though if it was their fault. She had just left a restroom at the Fine Arts building. It was conceivably possible that her skirt had gotten caught in her belt, but, really? That had never happened before, and why hadn't she noticed it until now? No, some guy must have done it. But, goodness, what guy would have the nerve to do something like that! 

Henry was not the only guy in her line of vision, not even the closest guy. He had stepped back far enough to avoid being the closest guy, and he was now quite glad he made that decision.

The girl turned around and went on her way, feeling that she really couldn't identify the culprit, if there was in fact one. Still, she kept looking back over her shoulder and checking her skirt.

Henry smiled. There were so many possibilities now open before him, and he had all the time in the world to enjoy them.

Henry stopped, not time, just his movement. He suddenly wondered, did he really have all the time in the world?

No! Time was not actually stopping for him. Time was stopping for everyone else! Time for him was moving along in one continuously flowing stream, just like before, not at all affected by the watch.

He clicked the watch. Time was now stopped for everyone else but him. He was not being provided with any more time than he otherwise would have in his life. He clicked the watch and everyone began to move, picking up where they had just left off, precisely at the point in time when Henry had stopped it. Time had passed for him, but not for them. He had actually lost time, relative to them. He now had less time left in his life than they had.

If he had a girlfriend, which didn't seem likely, but if he did, and she could not join him, then someday he would eventually, with the passing of time, be much older than her. The more Henry used the watch the sooner he would die, relative to everyone else, and the longer everyone else would live, relative to him.

This actually kind of sucked.

He could delay time so that he could get things done. It provided him with more time than others had relative to some future point in time, but it was still his time that he was using up. Henry felt a shiver run down his spine. This was really no good at all. He could feel his heart sinking.

He needed a distraction. He made his way to the student lounge, where a lot of guys and girls just hung out to chat, have sodas, play some games, text each other, essentially wasting time until the next class.

It didn't take long to find a helpful distraction. The girl Henry spotted was Cynthia Lauper. Cynthia was drop-dead gorgeous. If he had to describe her he would say to imagine the model and actress, Nicole Kidman, which was of course saying a lot. Cynthia had long wavy red hair that spilled down past her shoulders. She often had to brush her hair back away from her eyes, it was so full and lush. Henry once thought that if her hair was that unmanageable perhaps she should just get it cut, but he eventually realized that the gesture was itself a way to draw attention to her hair, to her face, to her eyes. And, her eyes were stunning. They were large, blue, gay and yet also piercing. It could be difficult for a man to even speak to her when she looked him in the eye, as he could feel so paralyzed, so intimidated, so beneath her loveliness.

Her skin was immaculate, her nose was thin and perky, her teeth white and perfect, her lips a lush red. Her shape was outstanding: a true hour-glass figure. Her breasts were not at all large (34-B) but she presented them well, often within inordinately tight and revealing blouses, sweaters, or t-shirts.

She was well out of the range for someone like Henry Demis. Heck, Henry would probably have difficulty getting any girl to go out on a date. It wasn't that he was bad looking. Well, there was the thick glasses, he was certainly kind of dorky, ill-kempt, and basically not that interesting. If a girl wanted to read books, then he was most definitely the right guy, but the date would be rather quiet, with little being said, as he would prefer that they just quietly sit and read.

Cynthia was also taller than Henry, if he needed any further reason for the match not made in heaven. No girl wants to date a guy shorter than him, or at least very few do. Henry was only five feet, three inches. Cynthia was probably five-ten. She sometimes felt she was taller than she would like to be, but no cosmetic surgery could ever fix that. And, five-ten was a good height for a model, which was her career aspiration.

At the moment she was sitting on a cushion in the corner of the lounge, as usual surrounded by guys currying her favor.

Henry walked right up to her, smiling, knowing that Cynthia Lauper was about to be cut down to size, his size.

"Hello Cynthia," he announced as he arrived. "What are you guys all talking about?"

Cynthia was surprised. Henry had never been this assertive before, to say the least. Frankly, she wasn't entirely happy about it as she felt that he was really a waste of her time. But, his presence might turn out to be amusing. His thick glasses were themselves amusing. "Well, Henry Demis. How wonderful to see you!" She pretended to be pleased, even joyed, by his arrival. "Perhaps you can help us. We're discussing magicians, David Blaine in particular. Donald here," she said, gesturing to the tall handsome guy standing to her right, "says that what he does is not really magic."

Donald spoke up in his defense, albeit risking being on the wrong end of a disagreement with Cynthia. His normative intention was to say what Cynthia would find most pleasing. But, he did feel that she would ultimately be impressed by his knowledge of the tricks of the magician trade. "No magician, of course, performs magic. What I was saying was that Blaine cheats as a magician because many of his tricks involve actors, confederates, and television editing, rather than sleight-of-hand."

"Oh please," Cynthia responded. "You just don't know how he does it, so you just make something up."

"No, no, really. I'm not talking about the card tricks, the levitation, or stuff like that. I'm talking about when he reveals the name of someone you were thinking about that you, for instance, wrote on something. He has a confederate involved. The girl is in on it."

"That's not true!" Cynthia turned to Henry. "Henry, what do you think?"

Henry's original plans for Cynthia suddenly changed. He now had a much better idea. "Oh, I can in fact do that trick," Henry calmly, confidently, proclaimed.

"What?!" "No way!" "Fuck off!" Henry's proclamation was met with considerable skepticism by Cynthia and her male admirers. There was no way that Henry Demis could do that trick.

"Show us!" They exclaimed.

Cynthia agreed, "Yes, please, Henry. Can you do it now?"

"Alright," he responded. "Donald, can I borrow a pen and a tablet?"

Donald, with a big grin on his face, handed Henry his pen and notebook. "I'll need them back...In one piece," he warned him.

Henry ignored the remark. He tore out an empty page, set the tablet down, handed the paper and pen to Cynthia, and instructed, "Print the name of the person you find most impressive on the paper, and then fold it up many, many times. I'll turn my back so that I can't see what you're writing." Henry turned around to face in the other direction.

He was definitely getting everyone's attention. They all felt there was really no way Henry would be able to do this. Of course, they weren't entirely sure what he was going to do. Eyes scanned the room for mirrors that Henry might be using as Cynthia printed a name on the paper in very small letters, her other hand hiding from view what she was writing.

"Let at least one person see the name you have written," Henry instructed.

Cynthia showed it to Donald, as well as a couple of other guys.

"Now fold it up many, many times. Make it as small as you can."

She did so.

"Place it in the palm of your hand, making sure that everyone can see you doing it, and then squeeze your hand into a tight fist."

All eyes were focused on the now little folded-up paper as Cynthia squeezed it tightly into her fist.

Henry turned around and wrapped his own hands around Cynthia's closed fist.

Cynthia giggled at the touch of Henry's fingers. His hands felt so small for a man, so soft.

Henry asked, "Do you still feel the paper in your hand?"

"Yes, yes I do."

Henry fixed his eyes on hers and said, with exaggerated seriousness, "Now slip it down into your brassiere, where it will be safe."

"Henry Demis! My goodness, what did you have for breakfast this morning!" But, she wasn't offended. On the contrary, she enjoyed calling attention to her breasts, as long as it was duly respectful. She smiled as she pulled her blouse a bit away from her chest to slip the paper within her brassiere, against her right breast.

A few guys leaned over and tilted their heads to try to get a peek to be sure that the paper was indeed being placed within Cynthia's brassiere. Of course, if they also managed to get a peek at Cynthia's breast or brassiere, that was kind of nice as well. 

Henry though kept his eyes firmly fixed on Cynthia's, who now found his steady, piercing gaze to be a bit disconcerting.

Once the paper was safely in place Henry instructed, "Now rest your hands on your knees."

She did so.

Henry then slowly, very slowly, glided his hands over Cynthia's body, like sort of magic wands, never touching her, just feeling the space, the air, around her. "I must warn you, Cynthia," he said as he did so, "my magic can have strange effects on a young woman. Very strange effects, indeed."

That drew some derisive chuckling from the crowd, as well as from Cynthia. It was a bit corny and silly, particularly coming from someone like Henry.

Henry paused when his hands were over Cynthia's perky breasts. His fingers were poised as if to clutch them, but he did not. He just kept them there a good three inches away.

Cynthia smiled and giggled. A few of the guys felt jealous.

Henry pulled back, stood up straight and slipped his hands into his pockets. He stopped time.

As soon as he did so he ripped out another piece of paper from the pad and wrote another name down. He then reached down into Cynthia's brassiere to retrieve her paper. He kept his hand there for a little while though, enjoying the feel of that lovely soft breast. He even played a bit with her nipple. His cock grew within his pants. He could do so much more. He could do just about anything. His power was so impressive, as was the feel of his swelling cock. The feel of a hard cock can make a man feel so strong, so virile, so manly, so powerful. And, Henry was indeed truly powerful.

He took the paper from Cynthia's brassiere and opened it up. It read, "Heidi Klum." He had no idea who that was.

He folded up his paper in a manner that closely approximated hers. He put his folded paper into her brassiere, where she had placed her paper, and then placed hers in his pocket.

He got down onto his knees in front of Cynthia. He felt like he was kneeling at a great altar, the sanctum of Cynthia Lauper.

He slowly raised her loose, feminine, flowered-print yellow summer skirt.

Cynthia was wearing beneath her skirt white thigh high nylons, held up by a white garter belt, over which she was wearing pastel lace bikini panties. Cynthia would never be caught wearing anything but the finest of undies. Who knew when someone might be looking under her skirt. Of course, she wasn't expecting it to be in the manner that Henry was now partaking, but it wasn't at all unusual for Cynthia to provide some guy access to her so very coveted treasure.

Henry spread apart her deliciously white womanly thighs and inched in closer, and closer, and closer, until his face was but inches from her panties, and her cunt. He breathed in the wonderfully scented aroma of Cynthia Lauper. She even smelled beautiful. He wondered if she used some sort of scented spray. Most likely she did.

He used the fingers of his right hand to pull away the front of her panties to open to his eyes the sight of Cynthia Lauper's cunt.

He was not disappointed. He smiled as it came into view. It was mostly cleanly shaved, albeit with a v-shaped landing strip above it, pointing the way, directing the eye, and anything else that wished to land, toward the thick, wavy feminine lips. He wasted no time in planting his lips on hers, once again engorging himself on the delightful feel and taste of a woman's fleshy cunt.

This was perhaps the best cunt he had tasted so far, even better than Professor Schilling's. But, of course, he was biased by the fact that this was the cunt of Cynthia Lauper. Few men had perhaps even seen it. Well, that probably wasn't really true. In fact, quite a few had probably placed their lips here before. But, even many, many more men coveted this opportunity, this delight, this honor, and Henry savored this moment in time.

When he felt sufficiently satisfied he carefully pulled her panties back into place, brought her legs back together, pulled her skirt back down, wiped his lips, stood back up and, with a smile on his face, took Donald's watch off his wrist. He got back into the position he was standing before: his hands in his pockets. He started time again.

A careful eye would have noticed a minor shift in Henry's position, but the change was so trivial and quick that it went largely unnoticed, or at least it was immediately dismissed by the mind.

In fact, Donald asked, "Well, what's the trick?"

Henry looked over at Donald and smiled, then turned back to Cynthia. "Was the person's name Heidi Klumm?" He mispronounced her last name, which caused a few smiles and chuckles, but everyone who knew the correct answer was nevertheless duly impressed, as well they should be.

"Oh my gosh, Henry," Cynthia exclaimed, feeling surprisingly excited, and not just about the trick. She had somehow become sexually excited? "How did you do that?" she managed to ask, squeezing her warm, moist thighs together, her face becoming a little flushed. Yes, she realized, she had indeed become so aroused, so moist. She looked at Henry with confused, glazed, and as usual so very, very pretty eyes.

"Mirrors," suggested Donald, or there was someone standing behind him, signaling him, somehow. He looked around, staring intently into everyone's eyes, trying to discern the confederate.

"But," Henry added. "It really wasn't Heidi, was it, Cynthia."

"What?" She felt so agitated, her heart racing, her breasts rising and falling with her accelerated breathing.

"Check your answer."

Cynthia reached down into her brassiere, curious and excited as to what he was suggesting, although also noticing that her nipple was now quite stiff and aroused. She pulled out the paper, opened it up, and, her jaw dropping, her mouth opening, her eyes wide with shock and wonder, read out loud, "Henry Demis?"




Time Stops in the Mediterranean Day 01



Day 1

The sun baked grass of the airport was coming up to meet us as the Boeing drifted down onto the concrete runway. I have never been the best of travellers and I breathed a sigh of relief as I saw through the window the ground arriving reasonably slowly and felt the wheels touching the runway; a sigh not just for the safe arrival but also, after months of looking forward, almost wishing the days away, my summer holiday had arrived. I was at last back on the island of ------ in the Mediterranean.

Once through the business of Passport Control and Customs it was easy, and cheap, to catch the local bus out to a beach I particularly liked; a beach recalled with great fondness from my previous visits. I did not have any luggage to speak of, I travel light, and further did not have any accommodation, either hotel or villa, booked. I would find a place or places to stay in my own way. But more of that later.

I strolled along the beach admiring the colour of the sand, fondly remembered from previous years, the brightness of the blue sky, the gentle and very inviting blue of the sea and enjoyed the glowing heat of the day, so very different from the cold drizzle of London left only hours before as I had travelled out on the long Piccadilly Line to the airport; a cheaper route than the Express from Paddington. I found I was taking more notice of the sea than the pretty girls and decided, well the heat decided for me, that it was time for a swim.

Putting down my rucksack I extracted my towel and swimming costume and changed. Barefoot I crossed at speed the sun heated pebbles and paddled out into the warm Mediterranean water. Soon I was swimming in lazy strokes out into the sea and along parallel with the shore. I lay on my back, floated, and mused about what I wished to achieve, or rather do, with my fortnight on the island. A whole fortnight! Plenty of swimming and walking. Many good meals in the excellent restaurants and perhaps some sex. Well perhaps not just some sex, and indeed there would be no "perhaps" about it at all as you will see.

Returning, refreshed and cooler, to the shore I sat on my towel, drying in the sun and looked about me. 

Mostly the beach around me was occupied by families with children running about but just to the front of me was a young couple. The girl dark haired and with bronzed skin in an orange bikini. He, also dark, with a mass of hair on his chest, was wearing gaudy swimming shorts with pictures of lobsters forming a pattern. He was finishing applying sun tan oil to the girl's back and was clearly, and understandably, enjoying the process. The front of his shorts was a little more tented than is normal. I am not saying he was erect but he was heading in that direction. After a brief conversation they headed off into the water and waded out a little way until the water was up to a little below the girl's bikini top and then they embraced. I could see the girl's legs go up and lock around his hips.

Now cuddling and kissing on the beach is a normal activity but often enough if you see a couple embracing for very long in the water you can be pretty sure they are engaged in intercourse. I suspect there is a thrill in fucking in front of a whole beach of people with the activity hidden by the water but it may just be the sun which sets off the urge, causes the sap to rise - so to speak. Perhaps a topic for a university dissertation - these days any daft subject seems worthy of study.

After watching them for a little time I pulled my mask and snorkel out of my rucksack and went to have a closer inspection. Initially swimming away from them, I donned the mask and snorkel and then made my way back towards them, but a little out to sea, appearing, ostensibly, to be looking at the fish. I did in fact look at fish but only with half an interest. Coming up to the couple a little out to sea, I dived and swam up close to them fully submerged. I had been correct in my summation. The girl's bikini bottom was pulled to one side, the man's swimming shorts similarly adjusted and his penis probing into her. I could not watch the action for more than a few seconds before I swam away and resurfaced gulping in air down the snorkel. I looked at fish for another few minutes - and there were certainly plenty of them - before returning to my towel. Looking back out to sea, I saw the couple were still locked in their embrace but soon they fell apart and swam around a bit, perhaps for forms sake - after all that is what people normally do in the sea - before returning to lie on their own towels underneath their beach umbrella.

Had the act of intercourse been successful? Had the man been able to reach climax and send his semen into the girl or had there been a bit of coitus interruptus with the girl manually assisting him to come in the sea or perhaps complete failure? Now for most people these questions would remain unanswered unless they had been fortunate enough to be swimming past underwater at the very time the act occurred. For me the position is different: I can make an inspection and establish the circumstances without any objection from the parties concerned. You see I can stop time at will.

The noise of the little waves lapping the sand stopped, the sound of people ceased and, most satisfyingly, so did the sound of music from a radio a little up the beach. I stood up and walked first along the beach and over to the radio to remove one of the batteries - that would silence it - before returning to look at the girl. She was lying flat on her back, arms a little outstretched, knees slightly bent and resting. She did not move, nor did anyone or anything else apart from me. Time had stopped completely. 

The girl's bikini was excellently designed for my purpose. The top half was comparatively skimpy: the bottom half tied with a bow at either hip. Reaching out I easily lifted the orange top up and off revealing her brown and generously rounded breasts. Picking up her bottle of sun tan oil I squeezed some out onto both nipples and proceeded to run my fingers around gradually spreading the oil out to massage her full breasts. I enjoyed this and the effect on me was immediately noticeable. I removed my shorts allowing my prick to spring up free into the air ready for use - for I was minded to use it. There was no hurry on my part, I had, after all, as much time as I needed. No one but me was in a hurry to do anything. Kneeling, I undid the bow on one side of the orange bikini bottom and then the other. A gentle peeling back an inch at a time gradually revealed her dark bush and what lay beneath. Leaning closer I examined her puffy inner labia - a sign of recent sexual excitement. Pulling the lips gently apart with my fingers, with absolutely no protest at all from the lady, revealed her sex both wet from the sea and her recent activity with the man together with the tell-tale white of semen oozing from her. Intercourse had taken place in the proper manner. I had been correct in my assessment of the situation. 

Now it seemed to me that if she had already received one load presumably she would not be adverse to a second deposit. I took her silence for assent! 

Kneeling between her legs I lifted her bottom up and off her bikini and pushed my hard penis into her. Naturally it slipped in easily and leaning forward I lay on her, squashing her breasts with my own chest. I enjoyed the feel of her nipples against me and began to push rhythmically in and out of her. Next to the girl lay her partner apparently unconcerned at what was happening but, of course, nobody was paying any attention to me not even the girl I was currently energetically fucking. Being stopped in time she did not, of course and alas, respond to me but her body was warm, soft and her sex wet. The act was enjoyable, the first of my holiday; something I had been looking forward to on those long wet dreary days back home. A few more thrusts and I climaxed adding my contribution to her wetness; a contribution I could see, on my removal, had been generous - a gift from me to her. 

Standing, my penis beginning to droop, it was time to do the tidying up bits: like dressing her again in her costume and placing her back in roughly the place and position she had been in - the position she had taken before I began to ease my swelling. I pulled my shorts back on and settled back on my towel, satisfied with this start to my holiday.

Restarting time I did not notice any immediate reaction from the girl though the couple with the radio spent quite a time fiddling with it clearly disappointed they were no longer able to annoy the rest of the beach. After a time I noticed the girl in the orange bikini opening and closing her legs a few times as if she was aware of something not quite right between her legs. Perhaps rather damper there than she would have expected; a certain squishiness perhaps? I had once again been discrete, not worried anyone by my activities. This was the way I liked it. I do not like to draw attention to myself.

I left the beach to find somewhere to stay the night. It was actually only mid-afternoon but I like to plan ahead. The village behind the beach has many holiday villas as well as holiday apartments. Whilst it was the height of the season this did not mean all were occupied all of the time; sometimes there are a few days between lettings; other villas are not rented but owned as holiday homes and the owners are not always there. I like to borrow one or two during my stay. Getting into them is not always easy but with the advantage of being able to stop time and so simply not be seen I always find accommodation. I walked up a street looking at the villas, some new built: some refurbishments of old buildings. From many came the sounds of splashing in the swimming pools or there was obvious signs of occupation whether clothes drying on a balcony or a car obviously parked outside.

Pausing before an older villa I could discern no obvious signs of occupation: it looked like a holiday villa but unoccupied. I turned into a side street alongside the villa's garden wall. It was not somewhere overlooked and there was no one around so l stopped time without worrying about being back in position when it re-started. There is a distinct wariness in my doing anything which might draw attention to myself such as appearing suddenly to vanish - just like that - when I stop time and move on without returning. 

Climbing onto the roof of a parked car I was able to get from there over the wall and down into the villa's garden. The garden was mostly paved and had an inviting oval private swimming pool with deck loungers. I walked across to the French windows and found them unlocked. Slipping inside it was easy to quickly establish no-one was in residence and, indeed, the papers on the table showed a letting did not start for four days. I was pleased by my new acquisition. I re-started time, lay down on one of the beds and went to sleep. 

Waking a couple of hours later I lay for a time happy in the knowledge I was on holiday and debating whether to have a swim in the pool or return to the beach. The idea of the beach won and I let myself out of the villa's front door and, before long, I was walking along the beach casually glancing at the prettier girls in the later afternoon sunlight. There were fewer families now and the younger people were taking over the beach. I particularly admired a couple of girls lying together on sun beds soaking up the sun. They were both topless as some girls like to be. I sat down near them and watched them through my shades. I was rewarded when one began to apply sun tan cream to her body. Her friend borrowed her tube and squeezed out more cream applying it generously to her exposed breasts. Unfortunately my gaze must have been a little too obvious despite my dark glasses and she scowled at me. I reacted by stopping time with the scowl still on her face. Once more silence descended and, without a glance at anyone else, removed my shorts and walked over to the two girls. I could now get a very close look at their breasts, though the scowling girl's were part covered by her hands massaging in the sun tan cream. 

I sat down between them. They were both within easy reach. Reach I did and played with their nipples, alternately squeezing and rolling first one then another. I had four to play with so I was well supplied and spent time examining and fondling. I tried sucking but found the sun tan cream rather spoilt the taste! So, instead, I let my hand slide into the scowling girl's bikini bottoms. I could feel no hair, curly or straight and found she was completely shaved. Pulling aside the bikini I slipped my fingers into her labia. Very dry but easily remedied with the sun tan cream. Slicking some off her breast with my finger I pushed into her and felt around her sex. She was still scowling at me, though now perhaps with rather more reason! Standing I rubbed my penis head gently across her scowling lips. I liked the sensation. My penis slightly pushed open her lips and her saliva moistened the head. I kept this brushing movement up and watched as a small seepage of pre-cum leaked on to her lips. Taking myself in hand I rubbed up and down the shaft as I looked down at the two girls. Aiming carefully I came, splashing cum across the scowling girl's breasts and adding significantly to the cream already squeezed from the sun tan bottle. 

Returning to my towel, and putting my shorts back on, I fixed my gaze on the scowling girl and re-started time. She continued to scowl at me as she rubbed her now more generously lubricated breasts, completely missing the differences in textures between the two 'creams,' before dropping her scowl and lying back on the lounger. Getting up I went for a swim. Returning, cooled and refreshed, I was amused to see, as I had expected, my semen had dried as a crusty film across her breasts where she had rubbed it all around. She was sitting up with a puzzled expression looking at the bottle and talking to her friend. They were squeezing out the cream and looking at it and then at her breasts. I watched them go off into the water, clearly dissatisfied with the brand of sun cream and anxious to wash it off, before picking up my things and heading back to my borrowed villa. Perhaps I would see them again and have some more fun with the sun cream.

It was evening. I had dined well. Fresh grilled fish with a salad and a few chips washed down with a cool crisp white wine. Coming back from the restaurant I lay by the pool in my borrowed villa feeling very content. The day had been hot and the evening was still very warm, so much more comfortable and relaxing than London. I looked up through the limpid evening light. The sky, stretching above me in the totally still air, was not black or even a dark blue. Perhaps an inky blue best described it, it was certainly quite, quite different to what I was used to. The contentment grew; the first day had been a wonderful start to my holiday. 

I took off my clothes and slipped into the water and swam around in the dark under the stars, just quiet gentle strokes, feeling very peaceful. From the next door villa came the sound of adult laughter and sudden splashing. I got out of the pool and standing on a table and moving aside some of the creepers growing along the wall, was able to look over the separating wall and down into the neighbouring villa's pool area. Two young couples were swimming about in the water and to my delight were completely naked. I watched four bottoms moving about the water with the occasional sight of a breast as one of the girls stood in the water or turned towards me. With my two encounters this afternoon I was not really that interested so went back to my own pool and enjoyed some more quiet swimming on my own. 

However curiosity got the better of me and I looked over the wall again. Things had developed and there were now two closely entwined couples rather than separate swimmers in the pool. I was tempted to stop time and join in but, frankly, I was tired, so I left that for another day and climbed up the stone steps to my borrowed bed. I slept deeply and contentedly.



Time Stops in the Mediterranean Day 02



Day 2

I could hardly take my eyes off her. She had a perfectly shaped body, to my eyes anyway, rounded breasts in a white bikini top with a deep cleavage, blue shorts moulding around her small but very round bottom. Long brown legs, brown hair. She and her husband were French; they laughed a lot, and held hands a great deal. I knew that I simply had to see her naked, to examine her in detail, to penetrate her, to be very naughty with her. I had the capability with my ability to stop time. Would I have the opportunity to do all this? I could not see why not!

The morning, well the late morning as I had not risen exactly early, spent on the beach had been good. After a light lunch of grilled fish I had used the afternoon for a walk. It had been hot but I had taken plenty of water and had not hurried. It had been lovely smelling the scent of fennel in the air and watching the little lizards basking in the sun or darting amongst the rocks as I had walked along the country tracks and roads eventually, on my solitary and circular perambulation, coming back to my beach.

The French couple had arrived there shortly after I had returned from my walk. She had instantly attracted me and I had watched delighted by the way she moved, her voice and laugh. For a time they had sat on the beach talking, then she had stood up, casually unzipped her shorts to reveal her white bikini bottoms as she prepared to go in for a swim. This had had me hard in seconds. Temptation got too much for me and I stopped time and hurried across to her. She was as lovely close to as she was from a distance; Monsieur was a very lucky man. 

Undoing the clasp of her bikini revealed beautiful breasts with ever so pale small pink nipples and as round as they had promised to be in the bikini top. I slipped my hand down her bikini bottoms and felt her fur. My finger travelled further downwards. It was no use; I had to reveal all and so down came the bikini bottoms, fluttering down her legs, in their virginal whiteness, to the sand, leaving her standing naked. I admired her soft brown pubic hair just covering her pink slit before walking round and viewing her simply stunning bottom. My hands caressed those bottom cheeks. I was tempted, very tempted to release my penis and stroke it between her cheeks but reason took hold. This was not the best opportunity, not a good idea to make her sticky with my ejaculation. Anticipation rather than instant gratification had much to commend it. Re-placing her bikini I returned to my position before starting time.

I watched the couple run into the sea, splashing each other before swimming steadily out and then back together, stand and talk for a bit and then swim again before coming laughing from the sea. I watched them, or more accurately, I watched Madame dry herself on her towel.

When they left the beach I followed them at a distance and found they were staying at a villa not far from my "own." It will not come as a surprise that I resolved to visit them later that evening.

After a pleasant dinner in a little fish restaurant I knew of old, yes I do enjoy fresh fish; I had wandered across to the French couple's villa. Stopping time it did not take me long to find a way over their back wall, despite night having fallen, and into their pool area. They were sitting by the pool enjoying a glass of wine or had been before time stopped. In my usual way I explored their villa particularly their bedroom, establishing the lie of the land. The bedroom was large with a pretty bathroom off. The couple had the villa to themselves. Restarting time I waited in the dark in another bedroom for them to come upstairs to bed. I did not have long to wait and soon I was listening outside their bedroom door. I was rewarded with the sounds of evident love making. It was time for me to get closer to her.

I stopped time and entered their bedroom. The bedside lamp gave illumination. Monsieur was lying on his back. Madame was bent over him, his erect penis in her mouth. A sight I greatly enjoyed. She was kneeling and, as she was bending her head down to him, this left her wonderful bottom up in the air. I moved in closer. I stroked her bottom, feeling the roundness of her cheeks, admiring their perfect shape. I let my hand wander down to her sex which was, not surprisingly, wet and warm. I slipped my fingers in coating them in her wetness. I let my fingers slip back up to her bottom and gently pushed. Lubricated, my finger slipped in quite easily. I was hard, very hard and I had a strong desire to penetrate her anally not just with my finger but using a more substantial member. Of course with time stopped I could do this and whatever I wished, but it is my normal practice to try and make my activities out of time un-noticeable.

When time restarted she would certainly be aware something had occurred and most definitely if her bottom was dripping semen. Of course it might be that Monsieur would decide, after being fellated, to please Madame that way but normal intercourse was more likely. Better judgement prevailed and I decided to wait and see. I pulled my finger out (as the saying goes) and returned to just outside the door. 

Restarting time I listened closely. A few sighs but mostly I could hear nothing, then there was a creaking of the bed and more sighs, then a gasp. Counting to ten, I stopped time and re-entered the room. Monsieur was still lying down but now Madame had turned round and had impaled herself on his penis. His hands were holding her breasts and evidently she had been riding up and down his, now well lubricated, shaft - she was caught, frozen in mid stroke. Leaving the room, I took off my clothes, restarted time and listened erect at the door. I could hear movement becoming faster and faster accompanied by gasps, cries and a few choice French words. Suddenly movement ceased. Again I counted to ten, stopped time and entered. Madame had collapsed forward in, I assumed, orgasmic bliss across Monsieur's chest. She was still impaled, her legs wide apart straddling him with her knees either side of his hips, her bottom uppermost and very exposed. I could see below her bottom Monsieur's penis still stiffly embedded in her vagina and above her little brown wrinkled rose bud was completely exposed. This was too much even for me.

Glancing at the bedside table I discerned some massage oil. I applied this generously to my penis and dripped the oil onto her anus and, using my fingers, began rubbing with circular movements to relax the muscles. I slipped first one then two fingers in. What a wonderful bottom she had, the shape so perfect, the flesh so white, made the more so by the tanning of her skin above and below. Judging her ready I got up on the bed and placed my penis at her bottom hole and pushed. I was gentle and unhurried. I had no need to hurry, I had all the time I needed, and the act of penetration into this beautiful bottom was to be savoured. There below me was this bottom of bottoms, between the two cheeks her little bottom hole and pushing at it the dark head of my engorged penis. Gradually her anus spread, opening around my invading cock, and I began to enter her bottom. Slowly I pushed forward. Extended to the diameter of my penis, the strong resistance of her anal muscles overcome and with the aid of the oil I slipped further in. I paused looking down at my cock half hidden inside her bottom, my balls hanging free. Below them Monsieur's cock embedded in the girl's vagina. Of course I was conscious of the closest of her husband's cock; indeed I thought I could feel it below me and in the adjacent canal. I rubbed my hands on her bottom cheeks, pulled them slightly apart and pushed again, slipping further and further within. I watched as I began the normal in and out movement but sliding not in the usual place but in and out of her bottom hole. Despite the lack of substantial physical stimulation I realised the mental excitement had already brought me near climax. I slowed and let myself lie on the girl's back bringing my hands under her to hold her breasts. Gently I lifted my bottom up and down pushing my penis in and then pulling a little out of her bottom. Gently does it - savour the moment. But I couldn't last long, the tightness of her bottom and the excitement were too much. I tripped over the edge and with a strong thrust spurted into her again and again.

I lay breathing deeply on top of her until my cock had shrunk and I could just slip out of her. Standing up, the excitement and desire over, I could look coldly at what I had done. Once time started would she leap up intent on finding why her bottom was suddenly sore, and indeed dilated, and why she felt rather crushed as if a weight had been lying across her? I had to watch and see. I like my activities to be surreptitious, almost un-noticeable. This had, though, gone further than I usually permitted but, looking again at the fantastic bottom, I nodded to myself - I could understand why I had overstepped my usual mark, the reason was there.

Moving back and into the dark bathroom doorway I watched as time re-started. It seemed Monsieur had not, after all, finished and it was Madame who had come; his hands reached around her and clasped her to him as he thrust in and out of her, his pistoning penis so visible to me working beneath that marvellous bottom. Was my lubrication slowly slipping downwards to aid the movement, gently seeping from whence it had been placed? She did not pull away and when he reached climax shortly afterwards they lay together for a long time, indeed I think they went to sleep still connected. I was surprised and relieved but it did seem I had 'got away with it.' Madame had not reacted. Stopping time, I went over to them, my fingers touching again her delicious bottom, feeling her anus slick with my own coming and following it downwards to the gooey mess of her vagina and Monsieur's flaccid cock. Carefully my fingers encircled and I extracted it from within Madame and left it with its tip lying towards Madame's anus as if the cum there had resulted from a certain post orgasmic dribbling. Rather artistically arranged I thought.

I dressed and left their villa for my own, showered there and, not surprisingly, slept well. Another successful and happy day.



Time Stops in the Mediterranean Day 03



Day 3

The next morning I rose before dawn; yes really! I do odd things on holiday but appreciate most people choose to lie in until well into the morning.

My footsteps in the dark took me along footpaths across the parched countryside to a very small cove I knew from earlier visits. At such an early hour, based on my experience of previous years, I would have the place to myself unless some local fishermen were around. Clambering down the steps in the early light I found myself once more on the shingle and tiny sandy bay of the inlet.  The sky was brightening as I slipped off my clothes and sandals, hiding them in a cleft in the rock, and waded out into the clear water before swimming steadily away from the beach and out into the narrow inlet. There is something different about swimming without a costume, "skinny dipping" as it is called. A feeling of freedom, of being just oneself, unencumbered by even the most minimal of clothing. It is an unexpected delight to those who have not tried it.

Further down the narrow inlet I climbed out onto a rocky ledge and sat watching the sun rise and feeling its warm rays dry me. It was, of course, not at all cold either in or out of the sea. Quite the contrary in fact.

About half an hour later I swam back towards the beach. Coming in on the shady side of the inlet it was clear the beach was no longer deserted. I was also not the only person thinking of skinny dipping. A couple of people were just coming out of the water and whilst it was not easy to make much out, I could see they were naked. I swam closer and under an overhanging rock. They had not noticed me, not due to me having stopped time, but because I was partly hidden in shade and they were more interested in each other. Perhaps it is not simply a feeling of being free and unencumbered that makes skinny dipping attractive; it is also the sexual element of being unclothed. This seemed to have been the effect on this couple who were touching in an intimate way. I considered whether to stop time and inspect or to simply appear naturally. I decided on the latter for a change. The idea of surprising them unexpectedly when they were naked and engaged in sex when I too was naked appealed to me.

I swam quietly towards the beach. It was only as I stood up and came out of the water that they noticed me. The woman was on her knees, sucking on the cock of the man who had his back to the sea and me. They had not, therefore, been looking my way and it was sound rather than movement that alerted them.

The man looked very surprised as he spun round pulling his cock from the woman's mouth in the process and leaving it pointing erectly upwards.

The woman had more composure. "Oh sorry, we didn't realise anyone was here. We were just... Well, yes. Lovely place to swim. Where have you come from?"

It was an interesting attempt at normality.

"Well here actually, but I've been swimming and sitting further out for half an hour or so. My clothes are hidden over there"

She was pretty impressive to look at. Very large breasts, wide hips with a strong patch of dark hair between them.

By now the man had recovered and joined in the conversation as his penis began to subside. We talked about the inlet, the beach, the good places on the island, the restaurants. I was in no hurry to head off and they both seemed very happy to chat. 

"Well," I said, "I'm sorry to have disturbed you."

"You'd been watching us though," said the woman.

"Well, not really."

"Your cock gave you away, it wasn't exactly hanging down."

"Well maybe a little."

"Did you like what you saw?"

"Of course. I'm certainly not a prude. If you don't object to me saying; you're a good looking women and, well, you on your knees with a cock in your mouth was an exciting and rather lovely image against the backdrop of the sand and rocks."

"Would, perhaps, you like to see it again?"

"Well I...." but my cock gave me away.

"Peter likes an audience. Don't you?"

Peter was stirring again, probably indicating agreement.

"I'm Tania, by the way." She slipped down to her knees and once again applied her lips to Peter's cock.  I sat on the sand close by and watched.

"What shall we do now?" asked Tania taking her lips away from Peter.

"You want my suggestion?" I was a little surprised but perhaps given the invitation I should not have been. "Well, whatever you'd like to do but I suppose..." I was being given a choice not simply taking it as it came. "I would like to see Peter take you from behind. I suggest you get down on all fours and Peter comes up behind. Pleasingly animalistic in the sunshine. But do what you want..."

She did as I suggested and Peter pushed into her. I sat there with my own cock sticking up between my thighs as Tania rocked backwards and forwards and Peter thrust into her. My hand moved and I began to stroke my own cock. It was rather strange for me, something I was not used to was being watched but there they were both watching me, as they rocked backwards and forwards towards their orgasm. Would it be appropriate for me to spurt onto the sand as they came. Apparently not of my own volition.

"I'll help you with that," panted Tania, "when we've finished which, oh wow, won't be long I think."

She was right. Their climax came swiftly.

"Let me," said Tania, literally taking me in hand. 

I have to say this did seem more than a little odd to me but, there again, I did say I did odd things on holiday. Tania squatting and holding my penis in her hand; Peter standing watching with his wet and dripping cock; me enjoying Tania's efforts and watching between her open thighs as Peter's semen starting to appear from whence it was deposited. A sight I am partial to but not one I often see when people are frozen in time. There is no dripping then – everything is still. Even so, the whole experience was odd.

Well, I collect experiences but I was trying to puzzle this one out.

"We like watching and being watched you see." Tania's explanation helped. The result of her hand was inevitable; I ejaculated, arching up and onto the sand as they watched. Very odd for me to be doing that to an audience.

We three swam out into the inlet. I showed them the further ledges, the secret ledges, the places to sit.

By agreement we met up again that evening in _________'s Restaurant. They were great company. The food was good and two bottles later we were all in fine form.

"Yes, we have always liked to watch and be watched," said Tania returning to her earlier theme. I found myself inviting them back to "my" villa for a further drink and, maybe if next door were active, something to watch.

I poured them some cool white wine and then quietly went out into the pool area and stood on the table. Well, I had timed it just right; next door were again swimming in the pool naked, so something at least to watch. I collected Peter and Tania warning them to be quiet. We stood three in a row on the (luckily sturdy) table with Tania in the middle looking over the wall.

The patio and underwater pool lights were all on next door and we had a good, clear view.  Tania nudged me and both she and Peter gave me the thumbs up sign.  The two couples were swimming around but there was a lot of touching going on, laughter and splashing. It was difficult to see, but it looked like the two men were erect, so I was very hopeful Tania and Peter would have a very rewarding display. The dark haired girl, one was dark the other fair, pulled herself up on to the poolside and sat, with legs dangling and apart, talking to the others. One of the men swam right up to her, raised his head and pushed his face forward right between her legs, she stiffened as he began to use his mouth on her sensitive sex.  

As I stood there watching I felt a hand at my shorts extracting my already erect cock. Tania soon had both Peter's and my own cock in her hands. Peter lent across and undid Tania's shorts, pulling them right down. As Tania was playing with my penis I did not think it would offend if I played with her. I reached down and stroked up the inside of her thigh. Nearing the top I met Peter's hand coming up the other leg. Tania shivered as two hands reached her sex and fingers from two different hands pushed into her.

The other girl swam across and pulled the man away from the dark haired girl.

"Spoilsport," we heard.

"He's my man and he should be doing that to me not you!" The fair haired girl climbed up on the poolside beside her friend and, swapping over, the first man's face disappeared between the fair haired girl's legs. The dark haired girl was not forgotten as the other man swam over and started lapping at his girl. We watched as the two girls turned to each other and smiled.

Tania's grip on my penis tightened and the speed of her strokes increased. She was clearly very excited by what she was seeing. I moved my hand up inside Tania's tee shirt and cupped one of her large breasts, feeling her hard nipple in my palm. She was engrossed in the scene before us. I glanced at Peter; he too was riveted to the tableau.

The two men pulled away from the girls and swum towards the steps. It must be said that the male of the species does look a bit odd when sexually excited. The two men came out of the water and up the steps together with their penises pointing in front of them, bobbing and waving a little as they moved. Tania was however impressed

"Look at those two cocks," she whispered, "I'd love to see them closer. So strong, so firm, so ready."

The men came behind the girls. The girls turned, reached up as one and pulled the cocks down and into their mouths. It looked to me like a repeated action, one they had done before on previous evenings. I wondered whether they would now engage in intercourse on the sun loungers or go inside to bed. That would be a disappointment as it would result in us missing the show's climax. Surprisingly the girls soon released the cocks, stood up and went over to the sun beds. They knelt on the beds grasping the arms either side and pushed their bottoms upwards. The men walked over, stood astride the ends of the sun beds so as not to tip them up and pushed into the girls. Tania again gripped me and presumably Peter hard.

"Look at that," said Tania, "I want all of it.... later."

The activity in the next villa neared its end: Tania's "later" looked sooner. The men pulled out of the girls in unison, though I had not heard any whispers of co-ordination. Again I had the impression this was a repeat of earlier evenings, presumably a repeat of a favourite experience! The girls got up, the men lay down, and were mounted with the girls' knees either side of their hips. The girls rode well to an obvious and vocal conclusion by all concerned.

They slipped back in the water. Tania led us down off the table.

"That was fantastic. Peter and I have rarely seen anything that good. Thank you, thank you. Come on let's do the same."

As Peter and Tania got into the water I switched on the lights. Before I even got into the water, Tania had heaved herself onto the side and was waiting for Peter with thighs wide spread. I swam around as Peter lapped at Tania.

"Come on, your turn," called Tania. I swam towards the harbour of her legs. Standing on the pool floor I looked into her sex, admiring the wide open lips, the folds and prominent excited clitoris. My tongue licked along her thigh and into the salty wetness. Tania was, as I had expected, very wet, oozing the thick lubrication that would assist the likely entrance of Peter and then, hopefully, myself later.  I licked with circular movements around her clitoris, touched it lightly and then dropped down to push my tongue into, and swirl around, her vagina. Slipping upwards again I sucked the folds gently into my mouth, holding the lips whilst pushing my tongue in between them and sliding it along. Tania wriggled appreciatively: I do know what I am doing you see. It has not been a totally out of time sex life for me.

When I came out from between her thighs I found Peter had already left the pool following the example from next door and was standing beside Tania with his penis lodged in her mouth.  She was sucking it with her eyes closed, but as I emerged she opened them and looked at me.

"Wow this is great - sex, sex, sex. Come on Peter swap over; I want to suck our friend's cock too." 

Peter slipped into the water and I climbed out of the pool. It is a strange experience walking up to a girl, both of you naked, your own penis erect, knowing exactly what you are going to do - it is a very sexually exciting prospect indeed - and then doing it; placing the end of your penis right in front of the girl's mouth ready for her to suck.

"Looks good enough to eat," said Tania, "I love how smooth the head of a cock is." Her tongue came out and lightly stroked the smooth skin just near the tip. A lovely feeling.  Then she slipped her lips further down, her eyes closed and I was in her warm mouth.  She continued to travel down its length taking more and more into her mouth.  I'm not saying she deep throated: but she certainly took a lot in.  Back up my cock she came and resumed her interest in the head. Meanwhile Peter was again busy between her legs.

"Wow, wow, wow, I'm going to come," Tania said releasing my cock and breathing faster and faster. "Quick suck me tits." I knelt and obliged. Tania came noisily. She let herself slip backwards and lay back along the pool side paving. Peter came out of the water. We stood either side of her looking down at Tania as she recovered. Her eyes opened and she reached up with both hands and cupped our scrotums. 

"You get a completely different view from down here. Your big cocks jutting out with your ball sacks hanging below." She sat up and took Peter and me alternatively in her mouth.

"I wonder if I can suck both of them at once?" She pulled our two cocks together so the ends were touching but her mouth was not big enough. She could however use her tongue. With her hands she pushed the cocks together and slid her tongue in between the two and wriggled it before resuming a circular 'figure of eight' licking motion.

"Time for me to be fucked, I think. It's the doggie position isn't it first?"

We went over to one of the loungers and Tania knelt on it and pushed her bottom in the air. 

"Mind you get in the right hole - it's the lower one! Who's going first? Remember you can't come like this. I've got to be on top and I want two lots of cum tonight and I want to come again as well. I might even suck you both off later if the mood takes us."

Peter motioned for me to start. Carefully I climbed up onto the lounger and pushed my penis a little into her; leaning forward I reached under her and took hold of Tania's breasts as I pushed fully home. Peter came round to the side and Tania sucked his cock. I fucked Tania until the sensations were bringing me to climax. I pulled out of her and stood up. Peter pulled himself from his wife's mouth, walked round and replaced me. He was soon pushing hard in and out of his wife. I stood and watched the animalistic fucking.

"Shall I suck you again," asked Tania.

"Please, but gently as I'm quite near coming."

"So am I again! You're all wet with me. Look how slippery your cock is, look I can run my hand down and get your balls all wet with me. Let me rub your balls and make them all wet whilst I lick your cock." 

She pulled me in and her lips closed over my cockhead as she massaged my balls. It was lovely.

"Phew," said Peter pulling out and watching his wife sucking me closely, "I'm ready to come."

"Right boys who is going to shoot in me first? Well, I know really; I bet Peter wants to watch."

The reality - if what Peter said was true - was that there were two cocks primed and ready to go. It was not going to take much for either to spurt.

I lay back on the lounger my penis lying along my stomach, a little raised and certainly wet from Tania. She straddled me, picked up my cock and pushed it into her as she descended. Peter squatted down, leant forward and watched the connection between us very closely. It was clear he really did like to watch.

Tania raised herself up on her knees and dropped down again on my cock.

"A bit higher I want to see the head going in, please." He was as close as he could get without going cross eyed. It was not just that Peter liked to watch - it was an examination! 

Tania raised herself a bit more.

"Is that right?"

"Perfect. Begin fucking."

"I sometimes think he'd like to just sit and direct you know, rather than take part!"

Tania began to rise and fall; I reached up and took hold of her breasts. She began to shudder, it had not just been the two men who had been close, and came again. I felt myself slipping over the edge, grabbing her shoulders I pulled Tania down hard against me and spurted into her, again and again. We slowed to a stop.

"Wow. A second time. Right Peter's turn to fill me."

"Tania come up our friend's cock slowly please." Tania lifted herself up me. I felt her pause with just my head inside her. Peter was watching our connection from about a foot away and was slowly wanking himself.  Tania lifted herself off me.

"Stop, hold there. You're dripping cum. What a sight!"

Looking from my own viewpoint, I could see my wilting wet cock, Tania's thatch of hair glistening with wetness and there appearing, indeed dripping out of her, as Peter had said, was some of my own ejaculation. I watched it drop onto my cock. Evidently Peter liked this image of Tania's dripping sex, liked to see the result of another man coming within his wife.

Tania got off the lounger.

"Tania, lick his cock."

Tania complied with Peter's request.  She bent over and licked along my flaccid and rather messy penis, collecting semen along the way. Reaching the end she lifted my penis up with her lips and literally sucked it all into her mouth. Peter was steadily wanking as he watched this performance when it was suddenly obvious he had overdone thing and he hurried to take advantage of Tania being bent over and pushed into her from the rear and began to rapidly fuck her as he released his semen into her. She was soon dripping again.

We rested for a bit and then I went to make some coffee. We sat by the pool naked being simply companionable, talking quietly; the Mediterranean night was dark above us, the air warm and still. Getting up and standing on the table I saw all was quiet and dark next door.

"Why don't you come back to our place to sleep? Three in a bed would be fun." It was Tania.

"I thought you liked watching: it's all touch in the dark in bed."

"Yes, we both like to watch but it's really Peter's thing. As I said he'd be very content sitting on the bed telling us what to do. It's quite fun really, you just do as you're told."

This was developing rather well. A completely new experience for me outside my usual time stopping exploits.

"All right, that would be fun though I'm not sure I'm up to another session tonight given this morning and just now."

"Nonsense I'll have you up, don't you worry - and spurting. See; look at your cock, its growing a bit already." Tania reached out with her foot and stroked my cock with her toes. I lengthened.

"Come on back to our place."

Tania and Peter only had an apartment but it was well appointed. We had hardly got through the door before Peter was taking control.

"Right are you going to do what I ask?" Peter's excitement at his question was evident. 

"I'm OK with that," said Tania, "I'm ready for some more stimulation before or, indeed, in bed."

"Yes I'm game; it's a new idea to me."

"Good. What I want you both to do first is take your clothes off." This was easy to comply with.

"Oh dear you are not ready for sex. No erection. What about you Tania?" Peter turned to me, "Could you check her breasts. Are her nipples erected?"




Time Stops in the Mediterranean Day 03



I reached out and took Tania's two nipples between my fingers. Such a pleasant thing to be invited and able to do; just like that - reach out and hold the nipples of another man's wife!

"They are quite hard," I reported, as I rolled them between my thumb and fingers.

"Hmm. Maybe she is ready but we had better check her vulva. Lie down on the bed Tania and spread your legs wide please, really wide. No false modesty. You must be inspected!" Peter peered closely at Tania's sex. He motioned for me to come near. As I mentioned, Tania had a strong dark bush of hair, this continued down and around her sex, framing her lips. With her legs wide spread, her sex was open and all was exposed: her labia major and minor, urethral opening, clitoris and vagina.

"This all looks swollen, red and actually quite lubricated but this could be from earlier intercourse. Do you think this woman has recently had intercourse? Let's inspect; if I put my finger in here I may find... yes, look at this milky stuff, it is semen. So is she simply swollen and wet from her previous activity? Do you think she is excited and ready to be fucked again?"

With my finger tips I touched Tania, she moaned, and made to close her legs.

"No, keep those legs apart. We need you fully exposed."

I felt around and in her. Tania was very wet again. 

"I think she is ready."

"Do you think she is ready for insemination? Can an erect penis be fully inserted?"

"Can I have a pee first I'm bursting." The touching seemed to have brought another matter to mind. She was not the only one.

"We'll see," responded Peter - wrapped up in his game. "First things first. I think you need to wash before intercourse. There is all this messy semen here from we don't know who." His fingers joined my own which were still dallying in her sex. "How many men have been prodding you this evening?  Answer me, woman."

"The whole football team," said Tania in a little girl's voice, "I did try to stop them... a bit. But they were such big boys, so strong and their swellings looked so uncomfortable for them. I just had to help one after another. But it was only ten. The goalie came in my bottom, nasty man!"

"Definitely a need for a wash before you are fucked again."

We went into the bathroom.

"Now both of you get in the shower." Peter seemed to have forgotten Tania's need.

"Tania you need to pee first don't you? I expect you do too?" He said to me. "Well it seems a bit unnecessary to get out of the shower now you are in there. Just spread your legs apart Tania, that's it." Peter bent down. Now I expect you will have a little difficulty peeing standing up, so I want our friend here to help you by rubbing you gently. Don't mind coming over his hand as you'll both be washing soon. Come on rub Tania gently where she pees, yes there, nice little rubs, ease her along."

I put my hand between Tania's legs. She looked up at my face as I began to rub her. This really was going in direction I found quite unexpected. The hot rush on my hand indicated Tania had let herself go over me. Her hot urine splashed over my fingers and hand, down her legs and onto my legs and feet. Not the sort of shower I had been expecting.

"That's much better," said Tania, "but not really what I'd had in mind for a shower, Peter!"

"Well, time for our friend to relieve himself. I'm sure you'd like to help him. It's not easy for a man to relieve himself when erect and certainly he cannot aim downwards! Hold him as he pees and see if you can get him to wash your breasts."

Tania took hold of my erect cock.

"You OK about this? Peter likes to be different!"

"Yep, quite content. I liked you splashing down me. I've not done that before! I'm going to have to concentrate. Please just hold me."

I had to shut my eyes and indeed concentrate but once the flow started I was away. My pee shot upwards and easily splashed onto Tania's breasts, she pulled me close to her so my penis was tight between our two stomachs and kissed me deeply on the mouth as I continued to pee. The hot liquid forcing its way up towards our chests before cascading down into our pubic regions and onto our feet. It was actually really good standing there with Tania tongue in my mouth as our stomachs and chests got hot from my urine. A bit bizarre – well quite a lot really and different.

"That's good," said Peter, "now turn on the shower and wash each other."

"Aren't you joining us Peter?" Asked Tania as she soaped my chest.

Peter did join us and helped wash Tania as she washed both of us. 

Drying ourselves we moved to the bedroom.

Peter stood at the end of the bed evidently relishing his opportunity to direct operations.  He stood with his penis extended, hands on hips looking at us standing waiting for his command. I looked at Tania.

"We had better check again," said Peter, "Tania, fully expose yourself."

Tania lay down on the bed and opened her legs ready for inspection.  She looked quite voluptuous lying there. Her long black curly hair spread behind her, slightly parted lips just showing her white teeth, arms above her, her full breasts a little flattened by her up stretched arms but crowned by her big nipples and unusually large areolae, her flat stomach with well recessed tummy button, her profusion of hair above her wide open sex glistening with evident excitement.

"All does look in order for intercourse, would you taste and see?"

I bent forward and lightly ran my tongue around her lower lips before swirling it in the wetness within. Tania wriggled.

"Tania tastes just right. Are you going to check?"

"No, I trust your judgement. Tania would you turn over?" Tania complied.

"Push your bottom in the air. We need to examine your bottom."

Tania came up on her knees exposing her little brown wrinkled rosebud.  

"I think we need to lubricate this other hole. I may need to penetrate it later.  I intend to come in your bottom tonight, Tania. There will be no buts."

"And where is our friend to come?"

"In your mouth. He hasn't come there yet. But first he needs to lubricate your bottom."

Peter provided me with a tube of jelly. "I think it would be easier for you if you got up close behind her. Why don't you fuck her whilst you lubricate her?" I followed Peter's instruction and pushed into Tania's wet sex. As I pulled in and out of her vagina I squeezed the lube onto her bottom and rubbed my finger round and round gradually relaxing the muscle.

"Push in push in," said Peter standing close. I applied more lube and my finger slipped in.

"Up to the knuckle." My finger disappeared.

"Now move it in and out of Tania. Fuck her bottom with your finger whilst fucking her properly." Peter had his hand on his penis and was vigorously rubbing himself. "Yes, yes, see if you can get two or three fingers in. Is that all right Tania?"

Tania seemed content, squeezing my penis with her vaginal muscles.

"OK stop," said Peter, "pull out. I'm going to try and go in now."

I pulled my fingers out of Tania's bottom and my cock from her sex.  Peter took my place but positioned his penis at the higher hole. As I watched he applied pressure and his dome started to penetrate.

"Big," hissed Tania as his dome disappeared. I watched fascinated as his cock slowly disappeared into Tania's bottom. This was not a new experience for them. Slowly Peter advanced until he was embedded.

"Now round to the other side of the bed and place your penis in front of Tania's mouth."

I placed my knob all wet with fucking Tania just beyond her mouth. Her eyes were closed.

"Tania, move forward and suck his cock."

Tania slowly pushed herself forward, her lips enveloping my cock as Peter's cock began to reappear out of her bottom.

"Now back again."

Tania retreated, pushing Peter's cock once more into her.

"Now take our friend as much as you can."

Slowly Peter's cock seemed to lengthen as Tania moved away from him until almost his knob was showing. At the same time my own cock gradually disappeared into Tania's mouth. Peter seemed to take great delight in this game, one cock appearing as the other disappeared and all of it the result of Tania's own movement - we were not moving at all. Back and forth she went.

"Back Tania, back slowly, back, I'm going to..."

Embedded deep in Tania, Peter came. 

Tania released my cock and said. "Please just come in my mouth."

I did not need much bidding. Her wet lips slid back over me and her tongue rolled around my knob. I looked down at my cock between her lips, thought how pleasant the whole day had been, how delightful it is to watch your own cock in a pretty girl's mouth and simply ejaculated, pulsing into her mouth. Peter flopped out of Tania's bottom and, exhausted we lay down either side of Tania and were all, as we established in the morning, instantly asleep.



Time Stops in the Mediterranean Day 04



Day 4

I awoke to the sun shining through the slats of the shutters. Tania was awake looking at me: Peter fast asleep the other side of her. Tania put her finger to her mouth and motioned for me to follow her out of the bedroom.

"Pity we haven't your swimming pool. Let's shower." It was very pleasant to be in the shower with Tania again, our two wet soapy bodies together. Tania kissed me long and hard and I rose strongly against her stomach. Still kissing me with arms around my neck, Tania pulled herself up me, wrapped her legs around my hips and pushed me into her. She was already wet: she always seemed ready for sex. We were fucking in this position in the shower when Peter joined us.

"Hold still, I think you need a bit more support." Peter went to fetch the lube and liberally lubricated Tania's bottom. He once again applied his penis to her anus and pushed in. Embedded in her vagina I could feel all of Peter's movements as he entered her bottom and pushed up right next to me albeit in a different passage. Tania held on tightly to me and did not move as Peter slid upwards. There we were; Tania tightly wedged between us, supported by her legs wrapped around me and also by two solid cocks deep inside her, with the water of the shower cascading down on and around us. It was actually quite difficult to move.

"How's that Tania?"

"I feel very, well, full." She began to lift a little up and down sliding not just up my cock but Peter's as well. Her weight was supported not just by me but by Peter and it was possible to continue in this position for some time. This was needed because with the limited movement it took some time for Peter and me to come. Tania said afterwards that she could feel both of us coming inside her. It was easiest to wait until Peter and I fell out of Tania naturally before slowly lowering her to the floor.

We sat on their balcony eating breakfast and watching the sun rise in the sky and the world become busier outside. Peter and Tania were thoughtful. This was the last day of their holiday as they were leaving that evening on the 11.35 flight. I asked about their plans for the day.

"We thought we'd go to our favourite beach for the last time."

"Which is that?"

The beach they named was a good one. Great sand, good swimming and snorkelling and plentiful beach cafes. A bit too busy for me but I certainly did not dislike it.

I had other plans for the day. I had been very happy in my villa. I had even had visitors in Peter and Tania. I had been lucky to find a place I could stay in so easily for the first four days of my holiday but now it was time to move. The details in the kitchen showed paying occupants were arriving that afternoon and I suspected the maids would be in to check on the cleanliness of the property early on so I needed to get my stuff out and vacate. I had to get back and tidy up. I agreed to meet them in the early afternoon before they caught the bus to the airport.

I did my best to remove the signs of my residence. I packed my few belongings in my back pack and let myself out of the front door and into the street. I was, once again, temporarily homeless with just me and my backpack. Not something that worried me. I could at worst sleep on the beach but finding a place was unlikely to be difficult.

I caught up with Peter and Tania about 2pm on their beach. They were under a parasol reading. Tania fancied some more sex before their departure. I was not at all surprised.

"But it's a bit public here." I was being practical though, for me, the reality was rather different but that wouldn't do Tania any good. That was my private enjoyment.

"Well we could go for a walk up on the cliffs. A great view and you can see people coming." I shouldn't have said that. Tania was quick to explain she liked to see people coming.

We walked up the cliff path. It was very hot. The sun was relentless. As we came to the old ruined house we were dripping with sweat. The house is a ruin but it does have a window looking back the way we had come and some privacy from its remaining walls. We would not easily be disturbed and could see people approaching. We removed our sticky clothes and enjoyed sitting naked on the rocky ground a little outside the house on the path looking back towards the beach and the colourful throng of people and beach umbrellas. I was on one side of Tania, Peter the other. No one else seemed to be coming this way. It was perhaps too hot really to go walking up the cliffs.

"It's nice just being free of clothes," said Tania. "It's also nice having two cocks within easy reach." She took us each in hand and we quickly rose to attention. We continued to sit there in the sunshine looking out over the view as Tania pulled at our cocks. I have to say that it is even nicer to be free of clothes in the sunshine when you have an erection and even nicer when an attractive women is paying it close and intimate attention.

"Right boys; my turn to take charge. I am going to go into the house and lean on the window ledge looking out at the view so I fix it in my mind to remember when I'm home. I want you to walk up this path with your hard cocks sticking out all ready to fuck me. That will improve the view even further - two naked erect men walking towards me! I want you to come up behind me in the house and surprise me. I don't care who gets in me first but one after the other you are to fuck me and play with my tits. You are not to come and go soft. If you get near coming then swap. I want to be fucked and to come."

Tania got up and walked back to the house. We soon saw her looking out the window so we got up and talking about what we were about to do walked back up the path giving Tania a very good view of two naked and erect men walking towards her. We walked into the house and took it in turns to fuck her. Tania came several times before turning round and asking us to stop. Kneeling in front of us she once more applied her hands to our now very wet cocks. Her fingers soon became slippery with her own juices.

"Come on boys outside again in the sunshine and then shoot, shoot over my tits." 

Tania's fingers had been very persuasive and we were both more than ready due to the successive turns we had taken fucking Tania. After a quick check through the window we followed Tania outside, the heat of the sun hitting us. I'm not saying we both came together as my eyes closed at the first spurt of my cock and I missed what Peter was doing; but when I opened them my last spurt was splashing onto her breasts joining Peter's own impressive contribution. Her pink tongue came out and lapped up the last dribblings from Peter and myself.

"I could do that all over again," sighed Tania, "but we need to think about heading for the bus. Come on Peter one last swim."

We dressed and descended the cliff path. Tania and Peter paused half way down and sighed looking out over the marvellous, but parched, scenery.

"I'm going to miss this. It's been fun meeting you. Perhaps next year or back in England..."

I said my farewell to them and waved as they headed for the bus. I sat on the sand and pondered what to do next. I had enjoyed the real sex with Tania, and it had certainly been great fun with them but my holiday was far from over and it was now back to the discreetness of out-of-time sex. The prospect of another ten days and the variety of girls I would be enjoying quickly cheered me up. I looked around me. Bodies in all directions, some pasty white having newly arrived, others pink, even red from unwise exposure to the sun, others brown, not a few with beautiful coffee coloured skin, naturally dark but made still darker by the sun and one or two dark almost black bodies. A wonderful variety. I could look at and play with anyone I wanted. I was certainly going to continue to have a marvellous holiday.

Walking back I passed my old villa, my home no longer, the new occupants had just arrived and were unpacking their car. A couple with their offspring, or at least some were their offspring as I overheard one of the girls say to the other, "isn't this cool? Bet you're glad you came with us Amy." The daughter was dark, quite tall and dressed in yellow shorts with a red top. She was pretty, but nothing like her friend, a rather shorter redhead with hair like flame. A really bright orange. I remembered my position on the street, stopped time and walked back to look at them. The two girls were, I judged, in their late teens, though these days it is always difficult to tell as girls develop so quickly. The redhead, Amy was certainly developed, her breasts filling her green bikini top. I looked down her cleavage. Her skin was very white; she would have to be careful in the sun; careful to keep herself covered up. Not surprisingly a closer inspection seemed in order.

I walked around Amy and undid her bikini clasp and pulled the material away from her chest. Two beautiful breasts were exposed. Despite my activity with Tania a couple of hours before I felt myself rising. My hands went to her white breasts. I weighed them in my hands. It is, I know and accept, a very male thing to do but it is such a simple and enjoyable thing to lift up a pair of breasts and feel their weight and to see them move as you lift them. The girl's nipples were relaxed, just little soft splodges of skin. Well, she was not expecting them to be fondled. I ran my finger slowly up her right breast to the little bumps at the edge of the areole and on to the nipple. Being comparatively young they were more like a man's, small and not yet suckled on by infants or, perhaps yet, men. I slipped my hand down into her shorts and felt for pubic hair. Yes, it was there, a generous amount. I would enjoy viewing it but later when they were settled in but, for now, I needed a new abode and whilst not disinterested given the last couple of days with Tania, sex was not uppermost in my mind. Having a base and going for dinner before a good sleep seemed more what I wanted.

I did not do well. It was surprising but I shrugged my shoulders and decided it would probably be a night on the beach but, before settling for that, I thought I would drop in on Monsieur and Madam again - after, of course, a very pleasant dinner in yet another fish restaurant. I knew it was late but I hadn't expected to find them asleep. There was no light in their bedroom but I could hear deep, steady breathing. Stopping time I came into their dark bedroom. With time stopped there was of course no sound so I had to find them by touch. Monsieur was well over one side of the bed and Madame the other under a single sheet. The night was hot. My hands felt Madame's face and slipped down over her breasts, her stomach to her pubic hair. Her thighs were together, which was not helpful to me and what I needed to discover. I drew back the sheet and carefully pulled open her thighs. I let my hand slide down one thigh to her sex - always a rather exciting slide!

It was as I had hoped wet, indeed sticky from intercourse. They had clearly made love before falling asleep. This would make it easy for me if I cared to repeat their act. Funnily enough, I did care to do just that! Dropping my clothes on the floor, I got in beside Madame, with Monsieur on the other side. Pulling the sheet back over us I began to caress and play with Madame as if we were lovers in bed together. With time stopped there was of course no response but her breasts, sex, hair and her marvellous bottom all felt as they should.

It was not long before I was on top of her embedded in her sex, pumping away. Entry was no difficulty at all, not with the recent lubrication of sex. Sloppy seconds? Well that is not an unusual occurrence for me. I do not mind at all, after all for a time stopper it is so much easier if the woman is already excited, or been lubricated in one fashion or another: sometimes of course manual lubrication is necessary as with Madame's bottom only a few nights before. 

One of the advantages of time stop sex is there is no hurry. Your partner is not anxious for orgasm; you can pause if you feel yourself about to come. It is like masturbation but the feeling is real, Madame's vagina felt like a vagina, not a hand, because it was indeed a vagina! It was warm, indeed hot, it was slippery and wet, indeed very wet, it was pleasant, indeed very pleasant. 

I came with strong strokes in Madame. I rested on top of her before slipping off to her side. I lay there basking in the comfort and delicious feeling of recent coitus and the comfort of their bed. 

The next thing I knew there was a mouth around my penis, a warm wet mouth with a tongue tickling and teasing it. I was fully erect and being fellated. I almost panicked, what on earth was happening, where was I? My eyes stared around a darkened room. I pulled my thoughts together and realised with horror what had happened. I had fallen asleep next to Madame. With consciousness going evidently my grip on time ceased and time restarted. I had not gone to sleep before with time stopped, so I had now learnt something new but in a rather dramatic fashion.

Useful information, but I had slipped, slipped badly, had relaxed my usual control of a situation. Merde! Where was Monsieur? I glanced around the room but it was dark. However I could just faintly make out breathing away to my right but not very close. Due to the heat he must have moved in the night to the single bed over by the wall. It was lucky he hadn't noticed me, that would have been a rude awakening and clearly Madame had not noticed the move either.

Madame was doing marvellous things to my cock, evidently under the not unreasonable misapprehension that it was her husband's penis. Now how was I to get out of this fix? I could not stop time and go because that would frighten Madame as, to her; I would appear to have just vanished. I couldn't replace myself with Monsieur. He would be very heavy to move and was, most probably, not erect. Madame would be a bit confused if the penis in her mouth suddenly went completely soft. In any case I was rather enjoying the feeling which did tend me towards indecision. She was rhythmically moving her mouth up and down my shaft with her tongue paying great attention to my cockhead as it slipped backwards and forwards. She knew what she was doing and knew how to do it well. She let her mouth slide off the end of the tip and I felt lots of kisses all around it before she engulfed it again. I was not long in coming. No man would have been. With my hand I stroked her hair as the semen welled up my shaft and pulsed into her mouth. I felt her tongue sliding round and round as I came, Madame swallowing. Wonderful!

Breathing hard I waited to see what she did next. This could have been a very difficult problem. Mistaking my cock for her husband's was one thing: she was unlikely to do the same if she came up the bed to kiss and talk to me. 

In the event she remained down the bed with my softening penis in her mouth. As the moments turned to minutes and she did not move realisation dawned that she had dropped off to sleep with my softening penis still within her mouth. Oh for light and a camera! I thought it best to leave and not risk going to sleep again. I would not be so lucky again. Pulling my penis out from between her lips, there was the sense of a slight pull, a resistance as if she did not want to let me go, as if she felt safe and content with a penis in her mouth as she slept. Oh, how little she knew! I eased myself out of bed, stopped time, dressed and wandered out into the night to finish my sleep on the beach. A close shave but what a lucky experience!



Time Stops in the Mediterranean Day 05



Day 5

The girl with her white breasts crowned by soft brown nipples; soft brown nipples so unerect as to almost offend my sensibilities. Her boyfriend, maybe her husband, fair haired, tall with a wispy beard seemed to me to have failed in this respect. Surely something needed to be done? My attention had been drawn to them, on the beach, that morning. It was one of those quieter beaches where clothes are optional. They were sitting under an umbrella and her face attracted me immediately, round, almost Chinese - perhaps she had some Chinese blood - rather small upturned nose and a little rosebud mouth. She looked rather delicate and clearly unused to nude sunbathing given the contrast between the brown of her arms, legs and most everywhere except where she normally wore a bikini was startling. It was almost as if she was wearing a bikini only one with an attractive brown floral design at the top of both bikini cups and an unusual black vee design on the front of her apparently skimpy bikini bottoms.

The boyfriend/ husband said something to her and got up and made for the sea, his soft cock swinging unconcernedly in its nest of fair hair. Again I felt he was a failure. Surely as he touched the girl there should have been at least a twitch, a recognition of the girl's sexuality but abject flaccidity seemed to be all she inspired in him. Not in me, I had to roll onto my front to disguise my growing interest. The girl was making to follow him. Well, I had to have a closer look at those nipples. The eerie silence of stopped time dropped suddenly on the beach - well on me anyway as nobody else noticed - and I raised myself no longer concerned at the hard-on pointing across the sand. Of course erections happen on nudist beaches but etiquette is certainly not to walk quite so blatantly across to a stranger and certainly not to touch her in such an intimate way as I was going to do.

It is a funny feeling walking across the hot sand naked and erect, weaving between people, even when they are naked. I can't say I have done it other than out of time. It would be against my principles to do it as a sort of dare and then stop time so as to, from the watching people's perspective, disappear. It would draw attention to me and that is not something I am at all happy at doing. Softly and quietly is my approach. Nonetheless even though nobody could see me I did have a bit of a swagger!

Settling down next to the white breasted girl I followed her gaze but her boyfriend had not yet reached the sea, indeed might not do so for some time from my perspective; after all I had his girlfriend's soft brown nipples to stroke and suckle. The softness both in breast and nipple did not surprise me and a pleasure to suck. Out of time there was no way the muscular erectile response was going to happen; alas, no pleasant feeling of a hardening nipple on my tongue or the expectation of lubrication beginning to run 'down below.' My hand drifted lower towards the neat trimming of the girl's bush. It always seems to me a little amusing that the fashion for extensive trimming of female pubic hair, indeed sometimes its complete removal whilst appropriate to the bedroom looks less so on the nudist beach because it is so obviously sexual.

By trimming or shaving I don't mean just a little bikini trim but the very deliberate shaping: variations on the natural 'vee' shape, a strip even down to the 'Brazilian' or a postage stamp are fairly obviously not natural but trimming or waxing into a heart, apple or arrow shape pointing downwards? And what about the complete shave - seeing a girl looking at one level like a little girl but elsewhere a grown woman - a confusing picture!

This girl was simply trimmed and after the customary and pleasing stroking - as one might a cat - I opened her legs to see what is hidden, even on a nudist beach. The variety of pudenda always surprises me and this girl had labia minora like, well how might I describe it? Yes, the way butterflies' wings are closed when they are at rest, lovely soft pink flesh to stroke. Dry as a bone of course - the boyfriend's failure the more pronounced the more I investigated. What fun though, what an intimate act, to peel the two labia away from each other, to open the 'butterfly's wings' and see one above the other vagina, urethra, clitoris and clitoral hood. Gynaecological maybe, but my penis betrayed the sexuality of the experience.

All too dry of course; lubrication was needed and, out of time, her own was not going to flow. I could, of course, have used my own supply; indeed there before me was my own applicator. It would have been enjoyable to have wanked away and spurted my cream all along her cleft moistening it and allowing my fingers to liberally lubricate but that would largely have defeated the point of lubrication in the first place! What was needed was some sun tan oil. This couple did not seem to have any so I got up and wandered across the sand in search of some leaving the girl rather exposed. Another woman had been rummaging in a bag and had just found what I wanted - it was there in her hand. Borrowing it, I tested it was not empty by squeezing a generous spurt down her bottom crack - that would surprise her when I started time again! Naughty but she was bending over rather indiscreetly.

Maintaining control over time is important. It is rather like a sphincter - you do need to keep it tight, if you do not mind the allusion. There was I walking across the sand carrying someone else's sun oil and with a very obvious erection; one slip and I would be seen by the whole beach, including that particular woman who would suddenly find her hand empty; and, moreover, what of the girl finding herself lying in a completely different position with her legs open and showing everything to the beach not least to a, quite good looking, bloke walking towards her with an intent expression, a bottle of sunny lubricant in his hand and a cock looking like it meant business. You see the risk do you not? Long practice, though, meant my control was second nature.

Splurt went the bottle and a thin stream of oil played across her sex. I massaged, enjoying both sight of the now shiny 'butterfly' and feel as my fingers played.  I glanced towards the sea where her boyfriend had still not got to the water. He had been delayed. I wondered at his seeming indifference to his girlfriend's sexuality. Had it been like that the night before? Had his wispy beard tickled the very sex I was now tickling, had his flaccid cock risen to the challenge, had the girl's pretty lips sucked and drawn the juice upwards or had it sunk into the vagina my fingers were now starting to enter? Somehow he annoyed me. It has always seemed a shame to me, well at least from the day I realised I had the power to stop time, that time is so frozen; it would be much more entertaining if there was a little crossover so whilst people remained frozen the effect of my sexual ministrations. they were felt; that the girl unfrozen would feel aroused from my fingering and look crossly to the sea where her useless and uninterested boyfriend was going to the sea and not to her or, indeed, catch them in bed and stimulate his penis, excite it far too much with my hand, so at the moment time restarted it just spurted, apparently spontaneously, and far too early for the girl and demonstrating what I thought of him!

Having made everything pleasingly slippery it seemed a shame not to try it out and, indeed, I did slip in as easily as anything. Delightful! Had the boyfriend been there and not down by the sea, I might well have been tempted to restart time just for a moment. "See, look, this is what a real man does!" But it would have given a very strange picture to the whole beach, and, realistically, there were not just adults present, plus, in any case, I do not unwisely draw attention to myself. I could not, though, let myself ejaculate. Finding herself suddenly wet was one thing: finding herself dripping seminal fluid was quite another. I got very close though!

The borrowed sun oil back in the woman's hand, the girl rearranged in her original position and me once more lying on my stomach to hide my now oily but still potent erection, I restarted time. The boyfriend reached the sea, the woman with the suntan oil suddenly had a surprised look on her face and the girl I had just been fucking rubbed her thighs together evidently feeling unexpected lubrication.

It was obvious to me that I was going to have to find out where they were staying and complete the act later. It just would not do to have got so close and not complete what the boyfriend seemed unable to start but that would be later in the holiday.

I had enjoyed that but really it was time to find a villa. Sleeping with Madame the night before had been rather a bonus but I did need somewhere to sleep. Seeking a new home might seem a bit irksome but it just requires a little time and patience and I rather enjoy the challenge. I get to see a lot of different places, some wonderful conversions, some lovely new builds and some, well; I do not choose those places! The trick is to judge when one is empty but I do not always get it right. Sometimes a villa is not empty but, even so, I get it very right. This was one such example. The villa looked to me unoccupied. Casually I slipped into some shadow and stopped time. I had a little more difficulty climbing into this one than many. It would not do for me to fall and break my leg out of time.

Over the wall and I started exploring. One of the difficulties of working out of time is you cannot rely on your hearing to tell you when people are about because there is no sound other than the sound you make. There are other tell tales than sound but more of occupancy than presence. Even so you turn a corner and there they are, or not, you cannot be sure. It is surprising, until you experience the silence of out-of-time, how much you rely on sound as a clue to what is happening around you. You catch people in sometimes very normal but sometimes very unusual situations. 

Bondage seems such a funny hobby, even more surprising in the heat of the Mediterranean summer but there, right in front of me, was the evidence. Well, I say evidence but rather more than mere evidence; rather conclusive evidence in that she was rather tied up. Tied up to the bed and with a blindfold on; her partner not to be seen. I found him down in the kitchen getting some ice out of the 'fridge. This looked to be interesting.

I took my usual precaution of getting completely undressed, hiding my clothes and then myself before re-starting time. I waited in anticipation with every expectation of enjoying what followed. Tied up, gagged and blindfolded suggested to me the possibility of a little in time sex in my usual secret and undetected fashion. The girl I judged to be in her early thirties, perhaps mid thirties. Presumably traditional sex had jaded a little and they were trying a few new things. Well, good for them though, frankly, I think traditional sex is just fine.

Dressing up can be a part of the bondage game and I have to say the man's black leather suede briefs were something else! Certainly they gave him something to strain against when his bulge grew during the couple's play. The woman had very little on, apart from the four strips of cloth, ties apparently, holding her limbs securely to the bedposts. She was charmingly revealed and completely helpless. Oh, I forget to mention the two clothes pegs tightly holding her nipples - an unusual decoration - which I would have thought hurt and would hurt the more when removed. No doubt it was the warm weather but both bodies had a sheen of sweat. Perhaps they had been playing for some time.

En suite bathrooms can be a good place to hide. If they are visited by the people I am watching then I can easily stop time and slip past before I am caught. It is not quite invisibility but the effect is not far off it; though I do have to be out of sight when time is running. I awaited developments. There were footsteps and the man in his leather briefs (where did he get them - not Austin Reeds I am sure) entered with the bowl of ice.

I was certainly right about the released nipples hurting but evidently the ice soothed or otherwise pleased her because when he applied the ice to them she moaned a lot. He spent a long time doing that before he began to trail and ice cube down her chest and stomach towards her exposed sex. I found her wriggling most pleasing which seemed to become particularly pronounced when he began stroking the ice up her soft inner thighs. 

It was clear he was enjoying his work as his suede briefs bulged impressively; it did rather look as if a few cubes of ice down his pants were rather needed to cool him. It did occur to me it would have been amusing to have stopped time and done just that. A few cubes strategically positioned just under the balls. He would certainly have jumped. But such pranks would have spoilt my fun later and disclosed all was not normal around them

Rather than the man jumping it was the girl's bottom leaping into the air, her legs propelling her pelvis into the air as the ice touched home. But the man did not stop and he continued to tease, or was it torment, the woman. Clearly no part of her genitalia was left untouched by the ice. There was a lot of melted water on the bed!

"I'll leave those to melt, you can just lie here and think about them melting, feel their coldness melting in your heat and then I may come back and fuck you."

I watched the man leave the room leaving the woman still tied to the bed with ice resting on her mons or something. An opportunity was presenting itself. A naked, exposed, blindfolded, attractive woman tied to a bed expecting a man to shortly return and fuck her? How easy would it be for a cuckoo to sneak in, believed to be the rightful man, and lay his eggs without detection? Out of time I walked over to the door and established the man was safely downstairs about to swim in the pool. I walked to the bed in real time. Not only was there a rapidly melting piece of ice on her mons but he had stuffed a piece in her vagina and another could just be seen in her arse. I have to say I was not sure I would like that myself.

She wriggled delightfully as I extracted the ice from her vagina. I could not resist applying it to her clit - by way of experiment you understand - I liked the way she jumped. Up on the bed I eased myself into her. I was surprised by the coolness, the residual effect of the ice was rather pleasing for me, but not by the wetness. She moaned a lot more and pushed herself against me. Pleasant to be fucking a moving woman, not that I mind my out of time experiences - they have their own rewards and I do not need to keep one ear out for the returning boyfriend, husband or girlfriend.

The usual dilemma of when I should come presented itself. Should I just let myself go and hope the man did not notice when he returned or await my turn when he rose off her? It was, though, very pleasant to be pushing against this keen woman. I paused time and went downstairs, naked and with my erection pleasantly lubricated from the woman, to check the man was still in the pool. He was. Back upstairs I got back in position and re-started time. I fucked enthusiastically. It really was so very pleasant that I did not want to stop and pushing deep within her I let myself go and spurted into her. Hoping she had not actually noticed I resumed the fucking for a few strokes before extracting myself still erect and plugged her once more with the largest of the remaining ice cubes. She was still writhing on the bed, clearly ready for more - which I rather imagined she was in line for when the man and his suede briefs returned.

Back in the bathroom I waited and it was not long before the man returned - without the briefs - and mounted her in just the same way as I had been doing. I watched the intercourse interested to hear what was said afterwards. He had more stamina it seemed, or rather staying power than me and kept at her a good ten minutes. It went on so long that I took a break and borrowed their swimming pool for a quick swim and actually missed the climax.

"I thought you'd come but then you seemed to have a second wind. I came and came, once with the ice and then... I was sure you'd come before you put the ice in again."

"Again? I was surprised it hadn't melted. It caught me unawares right on the end of my cock. Nice, though, touching that each time I thrust."

"My turn tomorrow."

Well, it seemed I had confused them sufficiently to once more play the cuckoo. Should I visit again tomorrow and see the man tied up. Would he be in his suede briefs and would she fill them with ice. It was an amusing image.

It was rather fortuitous really, shortly afterwards just walking down the road past a few more villas and overhearing a woman, who was obviously the letting agent, saying to a departing family that actually there was no one staying in that particular villa for the next week. It was only a few words overheard but it was enough and I had turned into a side alley, stopped time and been through the front door before it had been pulled shut. A quick survey showed the villa to be more than satisfactory for my requirements and usefully a back door key hanging on a hook. Easy to purloin knowing the agent would think the family had mistakenly walked off with it. Back out of the front door and into the alley I restarted time. I had secured a new base for a week just like that! It would be useful if the agent made ready for the next occupants that day as that would mean I could leave my stuff, not that there was much I did not usually carry with me, there for the whole week with no worry.

Happy in my new acquisition I walked on for a spot of lunch. You will by now have appreciated that it is not just sex I enjoy but I am quite partial to good food. Eating on your own in a restaurant could be less than ideal but I find a good paperback helps if there is no one to watch or overhear.

In the later afternoon I returned to my new villa and slipped in by the back door with my key. I was delighted to find a tidied villa with everything put back in its place and clean sheets on the beds. It was all made ready for the new occupants in a week's time and, of course, for me in the meantime. I stripped and slipped into the pool.  The pool was what had particularly attracted me, apart from the fact of the week's vacancy, because it was unusually large and secluded. No windows from other villas overlooked it; there would be no one seeing someone swimming who should not be there; it was wonderfully private, which suited me completely. No need to worry about wearing clothes whilst in the villa.

After dinner, yes it was fish again, I thought it was about time to pay a visit on Amy and the dark haired daughter - I did not even know her name! An evening visit seemed the thing to do; would they share a room; might I catch them still with the electric light on lying virtually naked, or even naked, on top of their twin beds with their soft skin showing a sheen of sweat despite the effort of a fan. There was a great deal of fun I could have, out of time, with two naked girls in a bedroom. A close personal inspection would be first on the list. A running of fingers across soft skin, a plucking at nipples, a gentle lifting of knees and then a separation of thighs. It is surprising to the person who has not made the study how varied are the sights that greet someone interested in what girls keep between their thighs.

Would they be virgins? If so they would stay that way. I had to be careful in what I did; I liked my activities to be undetectable. There was always the hope they might be secret lovers, which would be so pleasant to watch - if possible - or at least freeze them in the act as an erotic tableau.




Time Stops in the Mediterranean Day 05



What I had not expected to do was find myself lying on the floor under one of their beds listening to their conversation, a very interesting, intimate and speculative conversation about boys.

I had arrived to find them with just the bedside light on between their beds. It was, of course, a villa I was very familiar with having spent the first days of my holiday in residence. I wondered if the two couples next door were still playing their evening games, but I was more interested in looking in on the girls. Time stopped, there was no need to creep around the house, certainly no need to knock and I simply opened their door and their they were in thin short nighties, Amy lying on her stomach with just a hint of a bare bottom showing and the dark haired girl lying back on her pillows, her mouth open in the act of talking and, as it happened and no doubt because it was cooler, lying with her legs really quite far apart. I had the most charming view of her pudenda within her short nightie - not at all on view to Amy but to me at the door she was all displayed. Now I am not a great fan of all this shaving, I like to see a proper growth of hair and the dark girl's growth was quite delightfully curly, profuse and, well, dark.

I closed the door. What was I to do? Let my fingers wander through their hair - their short hair - inch the nighties upwards to see what else was hidden, rub my cock here and there where it pleased me and perhaps come all over their bottoms where they wouldn't see the marks! All pleasant but perhaps I should find out a little more about them. And that was why a little while later I was lying on the cool floor under Amy's bed listening carefully to their chatter as they talked away little realising there was a man under their beds, a naked man with a very prominent erection. There talk, you see, was interesting and what they did, even more so.

Settling down I re-started time and sound switched back on again, as did Kylie's voice. It did not take long to hear her name and I was delighted to find they were talking about boys and particularly what 'it' would be like. They were being frank with each other, not pretending to knowledge they did not have and it was quickly clear they had little practical firsthand knowledge.

What was also rather fun was the way the conversation turned to masturbation and what they actually did when alone.

"Race you to cumming," it was Amy's voice.

"What now? What race you here?"

"Yes it would be cool. Kylie, all this talk has got me really wet and all I want to do is diddle."

"Lights out?"

"No, I don't want you saying you are doing it when you're not. Oooh my nipples are sooo sensitive."

"Amy... really!"

What had she done? Pulled her nightie up and was massaging her breasts? I was keen to see but just lying there listening was so much fun. Was I wanking?  Was I!

"Kylie, how many fingers can you get in yourself?"

"Amy!"

"Go on, tell me or I'll come over and look."

"Two."

"I've got four!"

"Do you like rubbing your button or pulling it from the front, you know the flaps that hang down?"

"What flaps?"

"Look these."

"Oooh Amy, I don't have all that hanging."

To me under the bed it was amazing. They were actually showing each other their sex and describing the labia minor and I could certainly vouch for variety in shape. Perhaps I should have popped up from under the bed with my erection and explained female anatomy to them: on the other hand I do hate screaming!

By the time I climbed out from under the bed, or rather decided to do so but had stopped time first, the two girls were back on their own beds. There was a delightful scent on the air of aroused woman and on the two beds two rather young woman in a state of considerable undress and disportment. It was charming to see where their fingers curled, to see one of Amy's nipples squeezed by her own hand and to look at Kylie's perky little nips. But the biggest delight was the flame red of Amy's curly hair. It fully justified my expectations and I could not resist joining my fingers to hers. Indeed there was a lot more I could not resist. Two young girls, nighties cast aside in Amy's case and under her chin in Kylie's, both legs wide apart with fingers playing away between them. No difficulty at all for me to get in close and personal, no difficulty for me to lap at the ample wetness their talk and fingers had produced. Delicious young girls to taste!

Yes, of course, it would have been better had they been moving but that is not how being able to stop time works; you have to take your not inconsiderable pleasures as you find them. My hands roamed and, as you can imagine my cock slid around, though not into, their respective sexes and certainly brushed across their breasts and lips. They may have been playing strictly in separate beds without any manual or oral help to the other to bring her off but that did not mean that my fingers and cock had been so scrupulous, there was indeed some mixing of their fluids by me but not with my own. That was still pent up inside me but it would have to out one way or another.

I returned under the bed and time restarted.

"I'm quite near," it was Amy's voice.

"Me too!"

"Ready, steady, let's go for it."

There was even squelching noises now and quite a lot of panting. Who was going to win?"

"Oooh. Amy I, wow, here I go!"

I wanted to see that, wanted to see her caught in time, caught in the midst of her orgasm. Time, once again, stopped for the girls. It was indeed a picture. Kylie with her mouth hanging open, eyes screwed tight shut and fingers caught strumming her clit probably at speed but from my point of view completely frozen. And, across from her, Amy at work but, nonetheless, leaning across and watching her friend come and win.

Amy had all four fingers of her left hand thrust into her as she had said earlier and it was her right which was doing the 'clit-work.' I have to say it was more than temptation could resist. That flame red framed orifice was just too good to ignore and the fingers demonstrated that, virgin as she was by her own admission, the entry of the male organ, mine to be exact, would not present a problem. Carefully, I pulled her hands from her sex, gently easing the fingers out - actually easing them out and in and out a few times myself - before bringing myself to her entrance. Lovely indeed to lie on top of Amy and to squash her very full breasts and to push myself into her warmth and wetness. Lovely to just gently fuck her, bringing myself almost to climax and then resting, before doing the same again.  It would not have done to have let myself go, to have felt that delicious pulsing whilst within her. Not only was there the obvious reason but what would Amy have thought. Imagine her back in time finishing her orgasm, watched by Kylie as her right hand diddles away and her left hand, fingers bunched, thrusts in and out; and then extracting her left hand she finds the fingers all coated, not by her thin lubricant but by sticky strands of...what, hanging between her fingers. Puzzled looks between them.

I withdrew under the bed, still very much erect and indeed with my cock soaked in Amy's lubrication - pleasantly cooling on a hot night! With time restarted it was Amy's turn to come. Perhaps it was the extra stretched feeling she had from my recent presence within her or just that she was very close anyway but her orgasm was not long delayed.

There were lots of giggles afterwards. They had enjoyed that!

"I could do that again."

"Better if we had a boy here."

"Two boys." Laughter.

"Yeah, one each."

"Two big hard cocks." More giggles. "Do we swap?"

"I wonder what boy's stuff is like?" 

"Sara says she's tasted it."

"What blown her boyfriend?"

"Yes, she says so." There was not complete confidence in her voice.

"I bet it's yucky."

"Sara didn't say so and she says there was a lot."

"Really? How much?"

"I don't know. I wasn't there." There were giggles.

"It'd be fun to see. Wank one off and see how much comes out. Do you think it spurts out like pee?"

"Amy, really!"

I had been tempted to jump up and let them use me for the demonstration but it would have been unwise. You cannot, though, imagine that I was not enthusiastically wanking my still wet cock, sliding my foreskin on Amy's lubrication and what they didn't know was as they talked about wanking, ejaculation and semen right underneath Amy's bed was the real thing spurting away.

"I wonder how big Gary is?"

"Ooh yes, stand still Gary whilst we undo your pyjamas, we are just going to do a little test. It won't hurt at all!"

"Don't be shy; Nurse Kylie needs a sample from you!"

Well, there was a sample ready and waiting all across my stomach!

"I wish we did have some boys, I'd really like to see what as stiff one looks like."

"Have you never?"

The retort was quick, "Well have you?"

There was a pause. "Amy, shall we do what we said we'd do tomorrow."

"What get up early and go for a swim?"

"Yeah and without bikinis if no one's around."

"If we are really early there won't be at..." she named a secluded beach down steps.

"I've not swum naked before - it'll be cool."

Time to go. Time to go back to my new villa for a late night swim and a well earned rest. But I needed to remember to set the alarm on my mobile before bed, I wanted to see Amy and Kylie skinny dipping!



Time Stops in the Mediterranean Day 06



Day 6

I was up and waiting outside Amy and Kylie's villa before it was light and was both delighted and rewarded for the early rising by seeing the two girls slipping out. There was no need to follow them, it was much easier to stop time, go on ahead and be ready for them.

It was a lovely cove, a mixture of sand and pebbles, quite popular during the day but a little difficult to access. There was no one there in the half light when I arrived, just the lapping of the sea on the sand. It was a perfect place both for the girls' skinny dipping and my own. There was time for me to swim and hide before they came. I dropped my shirt and shorts behind a rock and walked down to the sea, enjoying the pleasure of being naked on the shore 'in time' and the prospect of seeing the girls. My cock swelled and rose as I walked into the sea, an even pleasanter feeling!

I had swum and hidden myself behind a rock before Amy and Kylie came down the steps looking around them as they walked. It was exciting seeing them removing their clothes and walking together into the sea, just as I had seen them the night before but now animated, the curves moving and that always delightful bounce of breasts as girls move.

It was only after Amy and Kylie had swum for a while that I made my move. The first they noticed me was as I walked along the edge of the water on the sand up to where they were swimming - between them and their clothes.

"Hallo," I called, "lovely morning."

It was plain they did not know what to do; there they were swimming and thought, perhaps, I did not know they were naked; I was undoubtedly naked and clearly unconcerned about it; I was talking to them and they needed to answer; I did not appear about to walk on up the beach.

It was Amy who broke the silence, "Good morning," she responded. Conversation ensued and then I waded in to join them. Their hope that I would not see their nakedness was dashed with me so close to them in the water.

"It's nicer being naked, isn't it," I remarked conversationally. There was no way of hiding it now and the girls tried to act as if it all was perfectly normal to them but as we came out of the sea, I was pleased to note there were surreptitious glances downwards at me - they were interested in what they could see. By now the sun was up and the heat was mounting. There was no real need for towels and the girls accepted the suggestion of a walk along the beach to dry in the sunshine. Pleasant walking alone on a beach naked; pleasanter with two young ladies also naked; pleasanter still as I started to erect. 

You will appreciate the erection was part of my plan. There was a risk of scaring them off, but I was hoping, as our conversation was jolly, this would not be the case and their curiosity of the night before would take hold. It is of course not something that can be ordered at will but a mixture of where my thoughts were leading and a bit of subtle manipulation out of time (when the girls were not looking directly at me to catch the slight blur as I regained almost my pose before time stopped) did the trick.

"Sorry," I said, "a common risk of the male nudist: not a problem for the female, a hardening of the nipples not being anything like so obvious. I apologise. Please don't be offended, it will subside if we ignore it and just walk on." My very matter of fact manner was perhaps instrumental in their not running back to their clothes and instead we walked about and, of course, there was no subsiding at all. Amy was visibly gaping at what she was seeing and Kylie had gone a pleasant shade of red right down to her breasts. On we walked with my erection swaying in front of us. Occasionally I distracted their poorly concealed downward glances for long enough, by indicating something out to sea or on the beach, to engage in a little out of time manipulation, even running my hands over their bodies to encourage my continuing stiffness.

Wonderfully it was Amy who drew attention to the obvious fact.

"It's not going down; your erection I mean."

"I'm most terribly sorry but please take it as a compliment to you. It will go away, I'm sure."

"We don't mind. I think it's... it's cool, all curving up like that. I haven't seen, I mean I haven't seen many before. Have we Kylie?"

"No, Amy, it's, it's big isn't it? I mean..."

"Please feel free, take a look." The invitation meant they no longer needed to pretend not to be looking. I really enjoyed pausing and standing there whilst my equipment was inspected by these two young girls. I mean, a man does like to be admired; it does wonders for his vanity. And look they did. Not just a cursory glance but a detailed visual examination as I simply stood there.

I was, of course, waiting for a request, a permission to touch but what Amy asked was better.

"It'll go down if you come, won't it, shall I stroke it? Would you mind? We'd like to see that."

I certainly wasn't going to say no! No sooner had I given my assent than Amy's hand was on me, clearly testing its firmness - no doubt she had been wondering if it was as hard as it looked. Fingering it, exploring it, her other hand coming up to cup my balls and feel how mobile they were in their sack; and then the proper stroking started. I was not surprised to find she knew what to do.

"My turn," said Kylie and a fresh pair of hands set to work.

Wonderful to be walking along the beach, naked, erect and being masturbated by two young naked girls. You would have thought I'd have come almost immediately but being able to stop time let me take a rest, or three, with no manual stimulation, just stillness and silence. 

The holiday was proving a tremendous success, not simply time stop sex, but real live motion experiences. Never had I walked along a beach with a girl's hand, or two girls' hands, holding onto my erect organ. It was a male fantasy come true. I prolonged it as long as I could but they were expecting a result from their work. We had walked a long way back and forth along the beach

I paused. "I think, girls, you have almost done the trick, watch now..."

Amy's little hand pumped and with both girls watching intently my semen began to fly; what a joy to be standing in the sunshine and have these girls making me come; trying to hold back as long as possible and then spurt after spurt appeared; actually going a quite respectable distance to fall on the sand until there was just a dribbling.

"Cool," said Amy.

"Yeah," said Kylie, "different."

We walked on. "It's drooping now," said Amy.

"Thank you, ladies; you seem to have done the trick! I have to say, I enjoyed that."

We talked about the island, about the best places, about holidays. It was all very 'normal' and pleasant.

"We'd better go," said Kylie. "But, can we do that again another morning? I'd like to feel it getting big in my hand first. Would you mind?"

I seemed to have been judged 'safe.' The plan hatched on the way back to the villa the night before had worked perfectly. I watched as the girls, now clothed, climbed the steps and turned and waved. I waved back. I pondered on whether I should listen to their reflections upon the situation from under the bed that night? Would they talk about it or have exhausted the topic on their way back that very morning? Well, whether they had exhausted the topic or not, I had exhausted myself sexually for the morning already so I needed something else to do. I dressed and caught the bus into town to go and visit some interesting ruins. 

You must wonder at my idea of a holiday and whether there can be too much sex; perhaps others would like a slower, less energetic holiday but it suits me. It is not always one ejaculation in the morning, one in the afternoon and one before bedtime but it can be like that. Practice makes it possible though the old John Thomas can feel a little used, a little desensitised, almost a little numb and when he 'comes' he can be rather short of fluid. But you will know the second or third ejaculation of the day even if it is a little 'dry' can be the stronger feeling. As it was the ruins proved particularly interesting and took up not only the morning but most of the afternoon as well. It was only sitting in a cafe enjoying a very well earned beer (two actually) that my more usual roving eye was caught and I thought of sex again. To think does not necessarily mean to achieve, however.

A pretty tall girl in a sundress, lovely straw coloured hair flowing around her shoulders, long tanned legs, strappy sandals and a bright yellow cotton dress, appropriately short for the summer, drifted into view. It was particularly pleasant to watch as she walked with the sun behind her causing the dress to became almost transparent and showing her curves. I watched for a time and then it occurred to me it would be even nicer if she was without underwear; I felt she would be just perfect draped only in a little sundress; somehow the bra and panties detracted. With a sigh I left my beer, unconcerned that a waiter might remove it and be cross that I hadn't paid the bill -- as it was he did not seem to be noticing very much and nor did anyone else. The girl was standing completely still and it was the matter of a moment to reach up under her dress and ease her panties down. Sending them fluttering to the floor is always the easy part: getting them off completely is more difficult but without hurrying I soon had bra and panties stuffed in my pockets and the girl still in the position she had been when I stopped time.

Back at my table I admired how the light was still coming through her dress but the outline was just that bit clearer and more pleasing. As the girl began moving I watched, enjoying how much better she looked now the dress was sliding over her body unobstructed by underclothes; how much prettier the true shape of her breasts; how much easier the breasts moved and no doubt much pleasanter for her to feel free between the legs. I had made a point of not touching, not exploring so her sex was a mystery to me and I tried to make it out as the sun came through her dress - could I just discern the hint of a little protuberance between her legs, a little hanging of the labia minora or a prominent clitoral hood caught in silhouette as I sipped my beer? 

Unfortunately she noticed the missing garments. I had perhaps hoped she would not or would think she had forgotten things in the morning but she looked concerned, a touch to the breast, a movement of the thighs. Perhaps I was a little too hopeful.

Should I leave her like that or restore her security? Before I could make my decision she was away, away towards a bus stop, long legs flashing, dress swishing and as she reached the other side of the road a bus interposed itself between us and, before I could pay my bill, she was on the bus and speeding away. The last I saw of her was in profile, seated on the bus as it swept by me. There was no opportunity for me to follow her, no decision to be made to join her on the bus and discover where she was going; no opportunity for me to find out more about her; I had not even touched her sex, not even found out if she was smoothly shaven or had many secret curls, I had not ventured into her valley, did not know who ploughed that furrow or even if a sweet little girl's tongue was wont to slip down it. I knew nothing about her - not even a name. It is like that sometimes.

That evening found me once more under Amy's bed. I had to hang around for quite a time before they went to bed but finally, showered and in their nighties, they were there and I was under the bed. There was risk in this, not in being caught, but rather that eavesdroppers often do not hear well of themselves! It would be galling to hear a sarcastic description of that sad old pervert with the small dick on the beach. To be fair I am neither old nor have a small penis: not that I am saying it is particularly large either, don't get me wrong, but a very respectable size perhaps a little larger than the norm or at least I like to think so, with a pleasing shape, nicely veined and with a good slightly streamlined head... well, I am quite attached to it anyway. Sorry I became distracted from the narrative.

What I actually heard was satisfactory. They had enjoyed the sight of my cock, had found me friendly and amusing. Neither thought me likely to jump on them and rape them and seemed slightly unsure of whether I had deliberately become erect to get them to wank me. What they hoped I would do was offer to bring them off. They giggled a lot about sitting either side of me, each on one of my hands with my cock between them to play with. It was pleasant to hear my ejaculation had impressed them,

"Did you see all that stuff, Kylie? Spurt, spurt, spurt. All creamy coloured and so different from wee!"

This led to a discussion on penises and speculation on those boys they knew. It was obvious they had started masturbating again when the talk became a little wilder about what they would do with those boys if they had them there.

"I'd sit on Marty's face and tell him to stick his tongue right up my..."

"Amy! You wouldn't!"

"You could be sitting on Charlie whilst sucking Gary's dick, Kylie."

"Be a bit nice wouldn't it!"

I have to say, nice although fucking is, enjoyable both in time and out of it; lying under a couple of girls' beds and hearing their real sexual talk and masturbating to it is pretty good too. Of course I got up to have a look at Amy and Kylie frozen in time; got up to see how wet they had managed to make themselves; got up to add my fingers to theirs; but it was as they talked to each other that I came under the bed again.

Luckily I stayed to establish they would not actually be going skinny dipping again the next day: they were going out early on a trip but their plan was to go again the morning after and hoped I would be there.

"He said he came there most mornings." That brought some more giggling.



Time Stops in the Mediterranean Day 07



Day 7

There is no real opportunity for pre-planning; no opportunity for booking my entertainment in advance, so to speak; I take the opportunities as they present themselves. But of course at such a holiday destination there are bound to be plenty of girls to attract my interest and it is not often that I cannot bring the attraction to some sort of conclusion - yesterday excepting. Being able to stop time at will gives me such a chance. I can sneak in as someone opens a door, I can move from hiding place to hiding place at will, I can be in a room with someone and always keep behind them; though occasionally a mirror catches me out. The girl whirling around in alarm to see who is that strange, more likely than not, naked erect, man she has just caught a glimpse of in the mirror - but finding him not there. She is definitely, though, spooked and that normally spoils the fun. Couples are usually more entertaining because of my cuckoo like tendency. A girl alone is not usually keyed up for intercourse, not moistened in that wonderful way girls have but if I follow her lover, or perhaps precede him, then my deposit does not give me away, does not surprise her, the only surprise might be the apparent quantity of her lover's ejaculation! 

Of course not all girls love the men and I am more than happy to find two girls being intimate but, of course, the tell tale deposit is more of a problem. The difficulty of leaving it is balanced, somewhat, by the doubling of breasts and bottoms to say nothing of warm and wet orifices to explore. I sometimes wonder if I have ended the virginity of two girls at the same time; whether I am the first man - perhaps will be the last even - to enter them; certainly my cock will not the first penile shaped object to have slipped into their moist channels. It is not unusual for me to have to remove a variety of plastic penises from these girls before I can insert the real thing, all sorts of colours, shapes and sizes; some even have batteries in them would you believe!

I was sitting on the beach, back from a swim, thinking about lunch and watching girls. I had been drawn to a really pretty black girl; I think it was partly the bikini, its thin material and the naughty 'camel toe' look when she came back from a swim but it was also, certainly, her perfectly proportioned body and lovely features. Her male friend was no doubt good looking as well; certainly he was a big lad though I could not yet vouch if this carried through to the contents of his swimming shorts. I was speculating on how the girl would look in the throes of vigorous intercourse when I noticed a couple of other girls setting up their parasol. There was something about the way they acted which suggested to me they were not awaiting the arrival of boyfriends. That was a shame for these hypothetical boyfriends because these two girls were again really good looking. I see that as a waste; but that is my perspective and there are others.

Choices, choices; if I followed one couple I might lose the other and not see them again. The choice was made when the heterosexual couple got up and assembled their things. It was not difficult to follow the couple back to their rented flat; not difficult to sneak through the open door whilst they were frozen in time and wait to see what transpired. The girl's call that she was going to take a shower and then expected to be fucked before lunch indicated I had struck gold. To be fair to her, they were not her exact words which were more circumspect, more daintily put, more subtle, indeed altogether more attractive: but the import was the same.

I waited for the shower to start and then went in for a look. Even after all this time I still find it eerie to see water droplets suspended in the air, the spray of the shower just a curtain in the air but so easy to part and look - a mere matter of brushing the spray away and there she was. Lovely. I rather enjoyed soaping up her breasts safe in the knowledge the water would wash the lather off as soon as time started again. Such lovely soft and big mounds to play with and the nipples big and erect suggesting she was already thinking about the fucking. Lucky girl - she was about to be fucked more than she would realise!

There was a reason for the earlier camel toe. She was completely shaven, not a wisp of curly black hair graced her mound of Venus. Very smooth to the touch with a delightful secret valley.

Stepping back out of sight I restarted time for a short while before stopping it again and looking. With her back to me and hands busy washing I risked letting time flow and was able to watch in real time her bouncing bottom moving in the shower. It is good to see movement sometimes. Time stop does have the disadvantage of the photograph compared to the moving film. You might think Amy and Kylie enough of movement only yesterday morning but, frankly, you cannot have enough of a good thing!

There was just the faintest taps at the door but enough to forewarn me; as he entered I retreated - actually through her friend's legs as that was the only gap as he came through the door. Time stop can be like that; a lot of squeezing around motionless people. I mentioned earlier I did not know whether he was a big lad, well it was fairly easy to see he was just that - well endowed - as the evidence was hanging right above me as I crawled between his legs. An odd viewing angle actually.

It has occurred to me that if there was a female time stopper... are there others like me out there in the world and does time stop for them? I have never noticed everyone else stopping unless I willed it; so perhaps there are not others like me or else I am affected by their actions just the same. It could be an interesting or dangerous meeting but I suspect an unlikely one. Anyway it has occurred to me that if there was a female time stopper she would have just as much fun as the male though she would need to ensure arousal in the men she played with. I can penetrate with a bit of lube any girl I choose: but a female time stopper would need a stiff one if she was to ride it, an un-aroused penis would be not the slightest bit good to her other than as a visual prompt if, like men and breasts, she found them exciting per se or liked the feel of a soft one in her mouth. Would she? I just don't know. Essentially she would need a hard one, perhaps freshly plucked from his girl friend all warm and wet, a flaccid penis would just not 'cut the mustard.' The boyfriend was a case in point - it was large and hanging but not stiff at all: unlike my own more modest equipment.

I gave them a few minutes and then went back into the bathroom out of time and almost immediately left again; not in disappointment or anything like that - but in search of a ruler. A ruler? Well the boyfriend was not anything like flaccid anymore and I had not seen the like. I measured it; I even held it in my hand and can confirm it was a whopper. 27 centimetres, or perhaps 266 millimetres; but how do you measure a cock anyway and to that exactitude? It raises a whole fantasy of going to the nurse to be measured. "It needs to be properly certified and added to your records, sir, please drop your trousers and our highly trained and young nurse will put you through the standard procedure... Do you need tumescence assistance?"

He was big; really big and thick. The penis was not hanging down at all but sticking straight up and all soaped up as if his girlfriend had been running a very soapy hand up and down it at speed. Probably it was like that because she had been running a soapy hand up and down it at speed! The position of her hand clasped around the base and looking frothy with soap did suggest my surmise was accurate. I looked around the bathroom to see if there was somewhere I could stand/ crouch/ kneel/ hide and watch in real time. It would be an impressive sight to observe - but there wasn't! It was very annoying but that is time stop for you. I had to content myself with coming into the bathroom every minute or so to see what was happening:

Tableau 1 - soapy hand around cock probably speed wanking

Tableau 2 - couple embracing in shower

Tableau 3 - couple still embracing in shower (penis and breasts being fondled)

Tableau 4 - cockhead in girl's mouth

Tableau 5 - girl sucking left ball

Tableau 6 - couple out of shower and drying with towels

Tableau 7 - man sitting on floor with mouth in girl's completely hairless sex

Tableau 8 - Couple about to come out of bathroom

It was all a bit like a series of porno pictures or images albeit rather more three dimensional! Note that at Tableau 1 I did borrow the soapy hand to run up and down my own a little and at 4 I did extract the impressively large cock - it is always a strange feeling handling another man's cock - and replaced it with my own for a little play. Quite understandable I am sure.

The bedroom, though, gave me a bit more opportunity to hide and watch. I have to say I did rather enjoy watching that cock slip into the girl from not more than a foot away, or 30 centimetres if I had used that ruler. They were in the good old missionary position and kissing at the time. I was crouched by the bed and had a marvellous view of the big round end pushing away seeking egress. I could have reached out and helped but the touch of the unexpected hand might just, possibly, have made them both jump six feet into the air! I watched as, inch by inch, the 'whopper' went in until only the balls were touching her and then slowly, and wetly, it all came out again. How funny, but fascinating, is human sexual intercourse. You can criticise it as boringly repetitive but just look at a football match. I mean, they are both repetitive and similar time and time again - but I know which interests me more.

The question, of course, was when should I join in? Difficult whilst another man is in possession, so to speak. A change of position gives the opportunity or else I have to wait until there is a natural conclusion and I enter 'sloppy seconds.' I always think the trick is to try and enter and come just before the man so that I take the primary position and it is him that has the 'seconds' but it is not at all easy to time. Very confusing to find your girl all full of semen when you haven't come: much better to find her simply dripping after you've come.

After some vigorous work there was a rolling over and the girl made to straddle the man 'cowgirl' style. This is usually good news because it often leaves the girl exposed and vulnerable before she descends; it gives me the opportunity to stop time, get on the bed and slip in. I did not waste this opportunity and I am always keen on rear entry/ doggy style fucking. She was leaning a little forward kissing him, one hand holding his cock ready to ease herself down upon it. In that pose entry was going to be easy, not just given the size of cock she was used to, but because she was all open and exposed to me. All I had to do was hop up onto the bed, straddle his pelvis with my knees well apart and slip in. Yes it was as easy as that and very enjoyable nonetheless but I did not go all the way at that point. 

With her riding cowgirl I had to be more circumspect and keep further out of the way, indeed settling for merely looking through the crack in the door. I would have been too obvious in the room if I had stayed to watch the action. A great deal of noise signified a happy climax and I awaited the moment of separation. A soon as it occurred I stopped time, stepped back into the room and got back to some vigorous fucking and worked towards adding my own contribution to the boyfriend's. How many times have I seen a couple immediately after intercourse? The still erect but now spent penis leaking semen, all wet and often liberally coated in the recent discharge, somehow no longer displaying its earlier potency; the dilated vagina revealing that it has so recently been stretched, appearing both invitingly moist yet also betraying the tell-tale signs of recent possession - that a man has been and come. Compared to the man my own cock did look a little small - even though his was no longer its full size - but, looking on the bright side, mine still had potency: his did not. I slipped easily back into the girl and enjoyed several minutes with her before my own release.

What happened next, when, I had returned to just outside their room and re-started time was both unexpected and amusing. The girl made her way steadily up the boy's chest and stopped with her thighs right above his face and then, giggling, proceeded to drip semen from her sex steadily onto his face telling him "what a particularly naughty messy boy he had been" and "he was to clear it all up."

It was clearly a game they played more than once but one I found particularly amusing watching her rubbing herself on his outstretched tongue not least due to the knowledge that it was not just his own semen she was depositing but that of a cuckoo they knew absolutely nothing about. I chuckled to myself as I walked back to the beach. Amusement can come so unexpectedly.

The presumed lesbian couple were still there but my immediate interest had gone or more specifically had gone into the lovely black girl back in her flat. Interest enough returned by the end of the afternoon for me to follow when they packed up their things and left the beach. It was tiresome to find they had a car. Whilst I can easily get into a car out of time it is usually fairly obvious to the occupants of the front seats that there is someone in the back seat who should not be there. There is, of course, the boot but I need to be very careful it does not shut and lock me in - in or out of time you cannot open a boot from the inside!

I was rather of the mind to let them just go when they both made the mistake of opening the boot and rummaging around inside - the mistake being they were both bent over. Casually I stopped time and wandered up to them and stood looking. I had the rather amusing idea of removing their bikinis, starting time again and seeing if they noticed. I imagined them driving away across the car park and the brake lights suddenly going on as they realised their nudity. The reality would probably be that they would notice each other as soon as they stood up and certainly the feel of hot car seats on naked bottoms would be more than a little noticeable - though still amusing.

The trouble with such a game was that it would draw attention to me - or at least that something very odd was going on - and I do not like to do that.

Even so, the bikinis had to come off. I walked around the girls admiring - they really were two very pretty girls - but inevitably my itchy fingers could not resist the two little bows at the backs of their bikini tops for long. I pulled first one bow and then the other and removed the little scraps of material and dropped them in a pile on the tarmac. Nice, very nice; four pretty breasts hanging ready to be touched; my hands moulded and then lifted.

The bikini bottoms fluttered down on my little pile of clothing and there they were, these two pretty girls completely naked in a public car park which was by no means devoid of people. I did not like them to feel alone and different so I joined them. My own clothes dropped on top of theirs. Of course it was worse for me - much worse - they were merely bent over naked in a public car park: I had a hard-on as well! It was something I obviously needed to hide and the question was did the girls have somewhere I could place this embarrassing appendage out of sight? My hands felt and explored and was rewarded. Yes both girls had somewhere and it was right between their legs. How surprising!

There was though the problem that they were not excited, their lubrication was not flowing and entry was not going to be so easy. I thought would have to resort to spit, and my own at that, as the girls' heads and mouths were too far into the boot to undertake a bit of oral lubrication, even assuming their mouths were sufficiently open in the first place. The trials of a time stopper - it is not as easy as it sounds!

I moistened; I pushed and achieved entry to the first girl before moving and achieving the same with the second. My penis was nicely hidden but was this really more appropriate for a crowded car park? Pleasant in the hot sunshine to be fucking a couple of bent over pretty girls but tiresome to know I couldn't or at least shouldn't let myself come. I could imagine one or other of the girls driving back to wherever they were staying feeling very sticky inside her bikini bottoms and wondering what had happened. It really would not be very fair on her. Quite, quite different had this been a man and woman bending over and me knowing they had recently been fucking. Ensuring the girl drove back with an exceptional sticky bikini would have seemed more a duty than a pleasure!

I stood back and admired the girls. Bent over the two girls had a pleasing vulnerability and the sexiness of two girls bottoms stretching the fabric of their bikinis had not been noticed just by me though I was now enjoying them naked. A couple of lads, frozen in time, were also very obviously watching with interest. I am by nature of a generous disposition and decided to give them a pleasant surprise by reverting to my original rather amusing idea. That was after some more pleasant fucking of course. Really nice being able to swop between two bent over girls. Very annoying not being able to finish the job.

Dressing myself, tucking my erection away, I hid the pile of bikinis and returned to where I had been watching the girls and restarted time. The look which came on the lads' faces was priceless. Suddenly before their very eyes the girls' bikinis had disappeared and there they were staring at naked bottoms. The bottoms gave a simultaneous jump - probably the result of the girls suddenly feeling their dilated vaginas so recently vacated by me - and then the girls stood up and turned giving the boys the proverbial 'eye-full.'

It was time to dress the girls again before they noticed. I stopped time and played my usual doll dressing game and put the little scraps of bikinis back on. The lads were disappointed by the sudden return and their excited talk was clearly along the lines of, "did you see that? You did?"

I hadn't expected the girls to have noticed but there sudden excited chatter indicated something was not right and that I had not got away with my little piece of naughtiness. It then dawned on me that I had put the wrong bikini on the wrong girl. A stupid mistake. I decided rectifying the error would probably cause as much harm as good and left the girls in evident puzzlement and animated conversation still, for my part, a little disappointed I had not left one of them with a rather sticky feeling in their borrowed bikini bottom.

The evening found me sitting a little reflective by my pool with the dark, dark blue above me and the comfortable limpidity of the air enfolding me. Remarkable to be able to sit out so late and not feel at all cold. The slightly sombre mood was the realisation that I was half way through my holiday and that the second half always seemed to go quicker than the first half. The second week always seems to be a bit of a countdown to going home. I should really not have been downhearted; the holiday was going very well; I had one of the best villas I had ever had (and completely free); I was enjoying my swimming, the sightseeing, the walking, to say nothing of the restaurants, and then there was the prospect of Amy and Kylie in the morning (if I remembered to set my alarm) together with the expectation of many more girls to try before I boarded the aeroplane again.



Time Stops in the Mediterranean Day 08



Time Stops in the Mediterranean

Day 8

The alarm went off on my mobile 'phone and I was down at the secluded beach before it was even light waiting to see if young Amy and Kylie showed. It was pleasant walking about in the half light; the air warm and perfectly comfortable; the scorching sun of the day not yet risen and the sea calm with not a breath of wind touching the land; it promised to be a perfect, but hot, day though few summer days in the Mediterranean are, what you might describe as, bad!

I slipped into the sea letting the warm water close over me and swam about for a little while before I espied two familiar figures coming down the steps. The two girls made sure it was me before waving. I came dripping out of the sea to join them, enjoying, I can report, walking up naked to two clothed young girls.

"The sea's lovely, are you going in?"

They had every intention and giggled as my cock betrayed what I thought of them dropping their shorts, tee shirts and underclothes on the sand.

Settling down on my towel, I watched the two girls swimming about both enjoying seeing them and feeling the rising sun gently drying my skin. I had not been at all untruthful in saying the sea was lovely - it was not like getting into a bath, but it had that delicious soft warmth that means you can just slip into the water with no hesitation: more than a little different from back in England when even on a hot day the sea is still (how might I put it?) bracing! The warm air on the island had both the smell of the sea and the scent of the fennel growing wild on the land.

Thinking back to the evening before I knew Amy and Kylie would sit either side of me and invite my fingers to do some walking. It was a pleasing prospect.

I was not discomforted - they did just that.

It was lovely seeing their two naked young bodies coming naked from the sea, one so dark haired and the other with hair like flame; hair that matched them down their bodies from head to the lovely wet curls forming vee shapes between their thighs; visions of young loveliness walking towards me for me to touch and enjoy. My cock reacted to their sitting down either side of me on my towel with just the touch of their naked bodies next to mine; pleasant to feel it rising and to see them watching it. 

"Can we make you cum again?" asked Amy. 

I liked her forwardness. There was a certain directness with no messing about.

"Would you like me to help you out too - with my fingers?" The emphasis clear; I was not seeking to fuck them.

"That would be nice," giggled Kylie opening and shutting her legs just a little. I did not miss that.

"Permission to touch - breasts, thighs and wet bits?" 

They liked the formality; it made them laugh but they got ever so serious as my hands moved and touched; just the lightest touch to one nipple each. I was amused to see the instant hardening response despite the cooling effect of their early morning dip. How exciting to watch a girl's nipple, just raise itself up and harden; not as impressive as a penis erecting obviously but to me a rather more pleasing sight.

I stroked, I twiddled, I lifted, I manipulated. I did the things you do with breasts and which girls like - well, these certainly did. And as I did that their hands stole to my cock once more; just the lightest of caresses at first. I returned the favour as my hands moved to their soft thighs; thighs that parted showing a wish to be touched.

My fingers were not, of course, strangers to their genitalia but they did not know that and it was much more pleasing for me to feel responsiveness - the twitching, the sighs and the growing wetness so sadly lacking in out of time sex.

I fingered Amy's prominent labia minor rolling the wet flesh between my fingers and comparing it to the labia my other hand was engaged in stroking. Nice, indeed very nice, but rather less and more discrete.

It was me licking my fingers which started it. I don't think the girls had any intention of taking me orally when they came down onto the beach but as I casually licked their wetness on my fingers, just a taste, Amy said,

"Oooh that is very naughty."

"Would you mind," said I, "if I was to taste you a little more, how should I put it, directly?"

"N'no..."

I winked at Amy as I got onto my knees on the sand and let my tongue trail gently up her left thigh upwards towards her flaming red curly hair. Amy and Kylie were just staring at each other open mouthed as my tongue touched the (very wet) soft flesh of Amy's sex (I know: I looked out of time). They had not expected this. Round and round the oval shape of her nether lips I went, ever so lightly, feeling Amy's thighs shaking with excitement against my ears. A little lapping like a puppy right at her entrance and then, with my tongue extended and rigid, in I went and then in and out - tongue fucking Amy - before moving upwards to lightly tickle her little nub.

I surfaced: "May I?" I said indicating to Kylie that it was her turn.

"I don't know; I'm not sure if I'd..."

"Go on Kylie," said Amy, "it's fantastic. When he sticks his tongue up... then you'll know!"

I was a bit slower with Kylie; at first just running my tongue back and forth in the little valley; my face buried in the curly hair of her mons before slipping lower and repeating the tour around the edge of her sex just as I had done with Amy. 

It is surprising how much wetness or lubrication comes out of a young girl when fully aroused and how lovely it is to have your face in it. I just lapped happily as my tongue slipped closer and closer to Kylie's entrance. I had not expected her orgasm to come quite so soon but the sudden clamping of thighs around my head as I touched was rather a clue to what was happening! I pushed in and hoped my rapid tongue movements were just what she wanted.

I came up to find Kylie looking, well, post orgasmic - all blinking eyes and flushed cheeks.

"I want to come like that too." said Amy.

So I set to work on her again, revisiting my tour of her sex, gradually circling in once more to her entrance and then teasingly slowly making my way back to that so interesting little bump which yields such a response. Evidently my teasing and tickling worked as my ears were squashed hard by her soft thighs and I sucked the little nubbin into my mouth.

I sat back down between them, a little flushed myself from my exertions. The girls looked at each other and giggled.

"Cool," said Amy.

I wondered if they had ever done that to each other.

"That was sooo good," said Kylie.

Their hands returned to my cock but there were looks between them and a nudging. My hope was they were building courage to return the favour. I was sure it would be Amy who would suggest it.

Rather than suggest it Amy simply got on her knees and began licking as Kylie's fingers stayed encircled and continued to pull. I watched fascinated. A man likes to watch himself being fellated: there is nothing wrong with being sucked in the dark of the night time bedroom but the added eroticism of seeing the act adds to the pleasure; seeing the pink tongue sliding up the shaft and tickling the acorn head; watching the lips open and absorb. Lips that need to open surprisingly wide, as an erect penis is usually not insubstantial, to take it into the mouth and seeing so much disappear.

Kylie's hand dropped away and Amy had possession.

After a little sucking, Amy said, "But you are not to come in my mouth."

A pity, but perhaps another day.

"I mean, it's not that I'd mind that, it's just we like to see you come."

Well, that was one excuse I suppose and might even be true. Amy returned to her sucking. I looked at Kylie who was watching open mouthed as her friend fellated me. I raised my eyebrows in invitation. After all, her mouth was open.

"Oh, I don't know..."

"Kylie, go on, you said you wanted to try." How pleasing to have Amy on my side!

Kylie was much more tentative about it, and I have to say the timid approach is erotic in itself. So deliciously nervous about her first time at the 'other sex act', her eyes never leaving my swaying erection as she got down on her knees.

Just the tiniest of touches with her tongue, "You won't come will you?"

The idea of my penis suddenly spurting and catching Kylie unawares was actually rather exciting, the pulsing of semen onto the young virgin's face and lips - a very male view of eroticism!

"Not yet," I said, "I'm not ready. I'll warn you if you go too far."

Ever so gently she sucked just the head into her mouth, her eyes looking first at me and then at Amy, and then I felt her tongue seeking and testing the smoothness of the glans penis. Slowly she gained in confidence until her lips were sliding in a fairly accurate representation of vaginal intercourse.

"Careful," I warned and Kylie uncoupled but stayed blinking and staring at the wet cock inches from her face rather as if she was surprised at herself at what she had just done.

Amy joined her. "It is nice isn't it Kylie, having it in your mouth. Sooo sexy. I'm almost tempted to see what it feels like when he cums."

"Amy! You don't really."

I got very hopeful as Amy's mouth descended again but the connection was only brief.

"But," said Amy, "we want to see you come again. We really like that don't we, Kylie?"

I spread my knees apart giving the girls easy access and once more felt the delightful feeling of young fingers on my cock, a cock wet from their mouths; fingers coaxing me towards a conclusion.

Quite marvellous to place your penis in the care of two pretty young girls and give control of your orgasm over to their nimble fingers.

"Watch girls, here I go!"

How lovely to be performing for an audience of two pretty young girls. The feeling of orgasm was, of course, great - how could it not be with their hands doing the work, even fingers stroking my scrotum. My penis did not embarrass me or let me down. A pleasing amount of ejaculate flowed - after all I had not come since the morning before; the interlude with the two girls in the car park having merely been pleasant play without a conclusion; moreover it did not just dribble out, a gentle rising up the shaft and overflowing, but came out with some force to fly a little way onto the sand.

They didn't just let go but kept moving my cock as it lost its rigidity and got smaller and smaller in their hands.

"There he goes;" said Amy - and did I detect disappointment in her voice, "how long before you can make him hard again."

"Half, perhaps a whole hour."

"Pity; It'd be cool to do that again and again."

She was telling me! But that isn't how penises work.

"Might you be here another day?"

"Most mornings," I said, "I like an early morning dip."

The girls were looking at my semen, not all had gone on the sand and it was viscous between their fingers.

"You first," said Amy.

What were they talking about?

"No you."

"Well if I go first and I like it then you'll have to suck it off his cock."

"Amy, no!"

With a big grin Amy's little pink tongue came out and touched the stuff on her fingers tasting it. "A bit salty as you said, Kylie. Now go on, suck it off his cock."

"No."

"All right I will."

That was unexpected; suddenly Amy was kneeling before me again and sucking my soft cock into her mouth - all of it! It was gone. I could feel, on the still rather sensitive head, both her tongue sliding round and the suction as she cleaned off the remaining semen; her tongue even flicking around the opening where a little more semen was still no doubt oozing out. 

Out it flopped from her lips. "Kylie, you are such a wimp!"

I sat there as the girls made to make their departure. 

"We'll come again," said Amy.

"I'll do my best," I replied - which made them giggle.

"But not tomorrow, probably the next day."

"I expect I'll be here."

I watched them disappearing up the steps. Well, that had gone rather well. It was time for a swim before dressing and getting on with the morning.

What with getting up quite early, the exertion of swimming and the pleasant little wank with Amy and Kylie, I admit to having had a little doze in the shade of one of the rocks. Waking I found the beach had come alive with quite a few people complete with their beach umbrellas, sun tan lotion, swimming costumes and happy noise. It is quite a pleasant activity watching people on the beach, wondering who they are and where they come from. And of course watching the pretty girls is the best thing - if you don't count my ability to take a particularly close and often very personal look.

Do you find pregnant girls sexy? I do. To quite put my finger on why that should be so is a little difficult. Many girls think they look almost grotesque with their swollen bellies and certainly it is a very different shape from the idealised images on the front cover of women's magazines; but I think they are completely wrong: after all what can really be more feminine than being with child? Is it, perhaps, the very obvious demonstration that they have been with a man, have had sexual intercourse which makes them sexy - leaving aside the modern possibility of AI? I am not sure what it is, but my eye was particularly caught by a very pregnant girl (by which I mean she was at about eight months; after all you are either pregnant or you are not. You can't really be 'very' pregnant!).

Her electric blue one piece swimsuit was striking as was the girl herself with her long glossy black hair, olive skin and strong features; her tummy stretched the material forward in a great round bulge but to me that did not detract one iota from her. I admired not only that but the pleasing roundness of her bottom, the swell of her breasts and her shapely limbs. Even the way she held her bump was quite delightful. I watched her walk with bulging stomach down and into the sea for a swim and observed her walk back again. It was still a little too soon after Amy and Kylie to think of more and actually inso far as doing anything physical rather than just watching it was an ice cream I was more interested in! 

Walking back down the beach with my rapidly melting cornet (pistachio flavour made with real pistachio as there were bits of nut in it -- excellent!) concentrating on enjoying the ice cream and trying to avoid it dripping all over my hand I suddenly almost stopped in my tracks: there was the girl in the electric blue swimsuit but no longer pregnant and, what was more, with a sweet little dark haired baby in her arms. "That was quick," I thought, in surprise and puzzlement.

The explanation proved somewhat more prosaic: it was a different girl. But clearly the twin sister of the pregnant girl; the two of them were holidaying as a family group with their parents and husbands or boyfriends. I followed and found where the whole group had positioned itself, sitting under a couple of parasols and chatting away.

My interest was aroused and the situation needed a little thinking about, so, ice cream finished, I went for a swim. Gentle strokes in the warm sea were conducive to thinking. Not only were the girls sisters but, clearly, identical twin sisters. Now there was a novelty. Now what could I do here?

What I wanted to do of course was fuck them both; ease them out of those two electric blue swimsuits and properly compare them but this did not look so easy on the beach - certainly with the pregnant sister. A swollen tummy means 'doggy style' is the preferred position and catching her on all fours on the beach was unlikely (though not impossible).

I looked at the two young men. Presumably they got on well together as the whole family was on holiday. Probably the father and mother had paid - I assumed the older couple were the girls' parents but I supposed it was not impossible the two lads were also brothers who had each fallen for one of the identical sisters.

Would there be much difference in fucking twins? Identical twins are the same physically and so it would be like fucking the same person twice, I supposed. Had there ever been a mix up and the boys fucked the wrong partner by mistake? It would, of course, be the boy's mistake not the girl who would have known. Was it the sort of thing identical twins did? Letting the other try out the sister's boyfriend?

Of course they were not very identical at the moment, not with one possessing a very large tummy and the other with milk swollen breasts... now that was an idea!

There was no hurry. No need to finish my swim quickly. It had been very pleasant with Amy and Kylie early on and I was quite content resting on the beach with the occasional swim and ice cream. I was rather hoping in due course they would return to their villa for lunch and perhaps a siesta. A little lie down in the heat of the day would give me opportunity.

I was not disappointed and I happily followed the group back to their villa. I was impressed - it was a very fine and spacious villa with a particularly good swimming pool. I thought it a bit naughty of the daughters to let the parents make the lunch whilst they swam but it would give me the pleasant task of being able to inspect them whilst they changed from their wet costumes after their swim.

My expectations are not always realised, and were not here, as they did not change after their swim but the whole party sat down around a table under a parasol for lunch still in their swimming costumes, wet or dry, leaving me with little to do but wander around inspecting the villa in real time whilst they dined. I did actually sneak a little bit of lunch whilst out of time - merely as a complement to the parents' efforts you understand.

They sat over coffee, with the new mum feeding her baby, as I waited, a little impatiently, hidden in the shade of an upper floor balcony. I was relieved to hear the magic word, "siesta" as the mum with her baby got up to go upstairs. I gave her a few minutes to settle the baby in its cot before following her out of time into her room. I had not quite missed the removal of the electric blue swimming costume. It was half off revealing the girl's milk swollen breasts. Quite magnificently firm with really big standing nipples. Not surprising really, as they had recently been in use for their real purpose and could quite properly be described as teats. It can come as no surprise that I intended to suckle. I am not at all averse to warm human milk fresh from the breast; so very different from what you get in the bottle or carton from the supermarket and so much pleasanter to drink from the young female source than the glass!

I watched from the security of a slightly ajar wardrobe door as the costume was eased down the girl's legs revealing her round bottom and carefully trimmed dark, dark bush. She discarded the costume in the bath and after a little towelling lay down on the bed with the breeze from the ceiling fan slightly moving her hair. I was about to take a closer, out of time look, when just the attitude she was adopting caused me to pause. The slightly raised leg, the look towards the door all bespoke of a woman interested in sex. On cue the door opened and in came her husband. A second costume quickly joined the girl's in the bath and his half erection showed his interpretation of the scene.

A little sex after lunch and before siesta is much to be recommended. I had every intention of joining in before retiring to my own villa for a siesta of my own.

There was no hurry and I watched the couple's embrace and foreplay. It was only when the man took a teat and began very clearly drinking did I think it was time to join in - after all there was a spare!

With time stopped I stepped out of the wardrobe and walked over to the bed, pausing to look at the girl from close to, before lying down on the other side of the bed from her husband and convenient for her other breast.




Time Stops in the Mediterranean Day 08



"May I?"

I took silence for assent. My hand confirmed the baby had not fed terribly well as the breast was firm and full of milk. The nipple was oozing, no doubt encouraged by my fellow drinker tapping the other breast. Tentatively, like Kylie with my cock, I reached out with my tongue and tasted before drawing the whole teat into my mouth and beginning to suck. Hot milk spurted, sweeter and thinner than cow's milk, and I drank, sucking the milk from the breast in the natural and instinctive fashion. I drank deeply - I could imagine she felt full and needed emptying.

Falling from the breast I smiled and kissed the girl on the lips,

"Thank you. Would you care to suck me?"

She did not reply. Perhaps I had been a little presumptuous given her husband was there at her other breast. Perhaps she would prefer to drink from his penis rather than mine - but why not both? A happy exchange of fluids, both restorative and nourishing.

Returning to my wardrobe I watched a little more before thinking I should look in on the pregnant sister. Leaving my clothes and sandals in the wardrobe, I wandered, out of time, from the one bedroom to the next.

I might have found the couple already asleep but I didn't: what greeted me as I entered the room was the girl's naked bottom perfectly presented to me for intercourse. Her bottom not simply facing me, but right up in the air as she knelt between her husband's open legs happily fellating him. The lucky man was lying on the bed and being well serviced; her pretty mouth stretched around his cock and half of it inside her mouth, her breasts and tummy hanging. I stroked and admired. Unlike her sister her milk was not flowing though it was not for want of me trying!

Lacking a tailboard it was easy for me to climb on the bed behind the girl and let my penis nose up to her sex and push at the soft wetness. Her husband seemed pleasantly occupied and I could not see that he would mind if I 'borrowed' his wife's pudenda whilst he had no immediate need of it. I pushed and slipped easily where he, no doubt, often travelled. My hands clasped her swollen belly and I rocked backwards and forwards sliding in her lubrication as I admired the warm softness of her bottom against my thighs. How nice for her if she could have felt this out of time -- being fucked as she enjoyed sucking on her husband's erection. Well perhaps! 

You can imagine I would not be content with fucking just the one twin; I had to collect the pair. I padded back down the corridor knowing it would not matter if the young mum was lubricated or not as my standing penis was liberally coated with her sister's lubrication. I wondered whether the wetness of the twins had been mixed before - had fingers played between the two girls on the same bed at night when they had been younger, helping themselves and each other to orgasm as, like Amy and Kylie, they wondered aloud what 'it' would really be like?

Matters had progressed from breast sucking to full intercourse in the 'missionary' position - that slightly disappointing view for the spectator where the girl's legs are locked around the man's back and the observer has a first class view of the man's arse, which is not really terribly pleasing, and little else. I slipped into the wardrobe to watch, perhaps the position would change or else I would have to join in as the man rolled off. Time restarted I watched quite energetic intercourse with quite a lot of noise from the participants. Could the couple adjoining hear; had they paused and were listening with amusement; would they really have liked to sneak in and watch the penis sliding easily with its prominent ridge and swinging balls; would her sister like to hold those balls as her twin was fucked; would the pregnant girl's husband like to present his penis for sucking as his sister was fucked?

I watched from the security of the wardrobe awaiting my turn as the animal noises became a little more frantic and then a "Si, si, si!" from the girl denoted the onset of her climax; her husband had clearly performed well and satisfied her; and with no more reason to hold back the sudden hard thrusting of his buttocks revealed he was undertaking his duty and impregnating her.

The cuckoo cannot be fussy and has to accept dipping his erection in another man's semen is an inevitable part of the time stopper's lot if he wishes to remain unobserved. I awaited the moment of separation with impatience. I was keen to lie on the other twin and repeat the action.

They lay together for a long time and I did wonder if they had gone to sleep like that, it would be a bother having to push him off, but eventually with a kiss the husband rolled aside onto his back leaving his wife in that so vulnerable position I so relish. Before she has had a chance to close her thighs and hide her still swollen pudenda - her nether lips engorged from her recent excitement - I had stopped time. There she was - perfectly positioned and ready for me.

There was nothing for me to do, no rearrangement of limbs, no clothes to remove, no necessity to find lubrication as all was prepared. I stood gazing down at what would soon be mine, the pretty face with its dark hair all spread around the pillow, the milk swollen breasts, the dark curls of her mons and the splayed openness of her sex with just a hint of creamy semen around the opening betraying what had just occurred. I climbed onto her and once more sucked on her breasts, enjoying just a little more refreshment before engaging in intercourse. Turning to the man I asked whether he would mind if I followed his example and 'borrowed' his wife - it seemed not!

Gently I slid into the girl until fully embedded; a lovely feeling - so warm and wet - and began the rocking motion building slowly to my second orgasm of the day but this time inside this beautiful young mum rather than on the sand.

Just like the husband I lay still resting as my still embedded penis lost its rigidity: but not resting too much as I recalled the risk of dropping off to sleep after intercourse with Madame much earlier on in the holiday. Eventually I rose and noted my enthusiastic fucking had displaced a lot more semen from her vagina. Is that really the evolutionary purpose of the splayed base to the helmet shape of the penis? To pull out and remove another male's semen and replace it with your own, thereby giving your genes a greater chance of being reproduced? Whatever the purpose, I had made a bit of a mess!

Rather than simply restart time I wandered back up the corridor to the sister's room to see how that couple were faring and found a charming co-incidence. It seemed both twins had come at just about the same time - or at least their husbands had! He was just moving away from his wife but not quite lying down and she was still leaning forward on the bed with her bottom in the air and legs splayed. Delightfully a droplet of semen was obeying gravity and falling from her but because time had stopped was hanging motionless about a foot below her sex and still connected to her by a thin string of fluid. Had the lighting been better it could have been the most perfect 'caught in time' photograph. As it was I had the image in front of me for real and I admired it.

Her sex was presented to me open and literally dripping with sex; quite perfect for me to have my way with her. The sexuality of the situation was tremendous. This pretty, pregnant girl so ready to be fucked: but there was nothing I could immediately do about it. I glanced downwards at myself and JT was simply not up to the job. Indeed he was still dripping rather like the girl and there was no way he was going to be hard again for perhaps an hour or so even with the stunning tableau before me.

I had enjoyed intercourse with both sisters but chosen to come within the new mum. Had I made the right choice? Was there a way I could I avoid the question by completing the act with the pregnant sister as well? It was not something my wilted cock could achieve at that moment but perhaps I could return that evening or, strange idea, as an alternative I could leave her like that and simply wait out of time until I recovered.

And that is what I did. Collecting my sandals and being careful to leave the villa's door ajar I simply went off for a walk. It was not far to the countryside and I enjoyed a very pleasant walk for an hour or so - it was not something I could judge exactly as my watch did not move a second! A pleasant naked walk because, of course, I had seen no point in getting dressed if I was out of time whilst out for my ramble.

Getting closer to the villa I again began to see people but all motionless. To test my readiness I fondled a few breasts to see if JT made the proper response - he did! It really is nice to be able to walk up to a pretty girl and just slip your hand into her bra and cup a warm breast or undo her bikini strap and admire without any risk of getting your face slapped.

Back in the villa everything was just as before. Even the droplet of semen was still hanging in the air. The only change was with me as JT rose to the challenge of acting the cuckoo in the other twin's nest. Once more I climbed up on the bed behind her but this time with the object of completing the act of intercourse by coming inside her. Like her sister in the next room she was completely exposed and vulnerable with her bottom raised and legs splayed and indeed positioned so I could watch myself entering her -- the mating of penis to vagina is a pleasant thing to watch and the more so when it is your own cock doing the entering. Leaning over her back and clasping her swollen tummy I fucked her gently building myself to climax. Given I had so recently come this took a little time, and I had to work at it, but come I did and whilst there was little ejaculate to release the particularly electric feel of coming soon after an earlier climax was quite something.

I stood by the bed panting and admiring the girl's lovely shape. Not many men could boast they had done what I had just done: to fuck two women at the same time, ejaculate within them at the same time and all in two different rooms! I could, of course, have gone for another walk and repeated the act for a third time with one or other of the sisters but my own lunch and then a siesta beckoned. There were limits. It was proving a rather tiring morning! 

From the secrecy of the wardrobe I watched the pregnant sister collapse forward onto the bed and lie still, well fucked and ready for her siesta. By the time I returned to the other bedroom the young mum and dad were fast asleep.

With the exertions of the morning having rather tired me of sex, the late afternoon (when I awoke) and early evening were free for some gentle sightseeing and it was only after some sardines and a small sea bass that the idea of playing with girls again awoke any interest. Whilst there was some worth notice in the restaurant I was rather minded to return to the twins and see if I might have another go at one or other and perhaps enjoy a nightcap of some warm milk. It was getting late - would they still be up and about, in bed and asleep or in bed and making love again? Would I be able to sneak in again?

What I found was a villa settled down for sleep, darkness everywhere and all in bed. Relaxing my grip on time I stood listening in each of the twins' bedroom and heard just the sound of gentle breathing from the beds. Creeping closer I reached out and touched in the darkness. The touch revealed a naked man and so I moved around to the other side and reached out again with more pleasing results - the smooth slightly damp skin of a young woman in a hot climate, indeed the stomach of a young woman heavily pregnant and lying on her back. My fingers drifted lower down the mound of her tummy to where there was an interesting sprouting of springy curly hair; I felt and found the little valley deep in the curls and followed it downwards, my fingers travelling between the slightly open thighs; there was a slight dampness but not the oily wetness of recent intercourse; no suggestion, either, of the stickiness left by a man. Perhaps she had showered but I thought not. There had been no intercourse that night.

A muttered negative suggested she was refusing the advances of her presumed husband and I retreated to try next door, perhaps I would have more luck there.

Out of one room and into the next. Again I crept to the bed and guessed where the young mum was and once again guessed wrongly. Women just don't feel like that. I don't mean that what I felt was hard, muscular and hairy: quite the contrary in fact. What I felt was soft, flabby and not hairy at all but it was certainly wet and sticky. I had placed my hand right on the man's cock and it was all damp and slimy from evident recent intercourse which, encouragingly, meant the young mum would be similarly lubricated and ready for me.

Stepping around the bed my hand reached out and touched feeling the gentle movement of a sleeping woman. I had to be careful not to wake her. It was, of course, much pleasanter feeling a woman moving and not frozen in time but I could not have her waking and thinking it was other than her normal bedfellow touching her. As with her sister I let my fingers slip down to her sex. There was a greater pleasing dampness about her curly hair compared to her twin and my fingers moved pleasantly in her bush enjoying the springiness as I felt for the little divide, the little slit that leads downwards into a widening valley with all sorts of interesting bumps, crevices and caves. Like her sister she was on her back and with her legs slightly apart - perhaps to be cooler - and this all allowed easy ingress to my fingers. I explored, my fingers moving in the hot, sticky wetness of her recent intercourse. Did I dare climb onto her whilst she slept? Would she wake or simply think it was her over amorous husband again? In her sleep befuddled mind would she accept or push me off?

Given, if there was any hint of concern, I could simply stop time I dropped my clothes under the bed and crept in between the sleeping couple; conveniently he rolled away onto his side facing away as I froze; and there we were a 'ménage a trois' and, not for the first time, I wondered what it would really be like to share a pretty girl with a friend. What would it be like to be two mates going at it with one girl? Great to reminisce about afterwards. Imagine it thirty years later, "do you remember that night when we fucked Julia/ Sandy/ Jessie together?" 

This, though, was somewhat different: I had no intention of the other two members of the party having any recollection whatsoever then or, indeed, thirty years later.

Rather than my fingers feeling for her breast I let my lips do the seeking and was rewarded not just with a large nipple to suck and play but the pleasing vanilla taste of the young mum's milk. It flowed easily and I sucked happily at the thin warm milk rather wishing she was sucking my cock in turn. What, though, was particularly nice, if momentarily alarming, was finding my head being stroked as I sucked. Very comforting if it was not for the fear she was actually awake but after a moment or two the stroking stopped and I could not detect any change in breathing.

It was time to attempt intercourse; letting the breast slip from my lips I eased her thighs apart; there was no protest but I suspected that would come when her sleeping self, her subconscious, registered my weight upon her and my penetrating erection. I raised myself over her and slowly lowered myself onto her with my cock gently coming down between her thighs and touching, with its tip, her sex. There was a bit of stirring but not a word as I lay upon her, face to face, sex to sex. I was about to complete my object of achieving intercourse with this pretty young mum not simply out of time as before: but actually in time. Remarkably I had not caused her to wake.

One slight push from my hips and the swollen end of my cock was pushing into and past her well lubricated folds. I was 'in;' and moving in the slippery warmth of that delightful passage so well suited to receiving a male organ, indeed so well suited to receiving more than one of an evening! Penetration is sufficient to satisfy the legal definition of sexual intercourse: the 'emission of seed' is not a requirement. I had achieved my first object in time; but could I achieve the second object - the emission?

I began a gentle movement with my hips relishing the slippery, sliding motion on my cock. Without the girls legs coming up and around my back I was only able to be about half engaged but that was enough and perfectly adequate. I had no need of the long stroke; short strokes were fine. Imagine though my surprise when her legs did move and lock around my back as she said, "cattiva," the Italian for 'naughty' I believe. Was she awake and thinking her husband was 'at it' again or was she half asleep and it was her subconscious talking?

A decision needed to be made - should I stop time, come and disappear or should I carry on? I could not really feel to her like her husband but, there again, why should she think there was another man in her bed, why should she notice the difference? Indecision meant I carried on, locked in position as my cock moved steadily within her as she pushed a little against me - which was rather nice.

A quick conclusion might have been in order. But having fucked twice that day, been wanked off earlier by Amy and Kylie to say nothing of being a little nervous at the situation with its ever present risk of discovery, not just by the young mum but by the husband, this did all slow the onset of my orgasm. There would certainly not be much semen to come and it was not proving easy to produce it! I worked at it though; sliding away, my buttocks rising and falling as I moved towards that rather elusive delicious spurting feeling with that extra frisson of knowing I was achieving it inside her whilst she believed she was being fucked by her husband - the perfect act of a cuckoo!

It was good when it came at last, a shuddering exhale of breath as I spasmed - little electric waves of pleasure as whatever semen I had left made its way up my cock and ejaculated into her. My movements ceased and I lay rather exhausted on her. 

"Grazie," she said and kissed me!

Discretion seemed the better part of valour as I kissed her back and then quickly rolled off her to avoid any further risk of discover but managed to bump straight into her husband who had moved in bed towards us.

Instantly pausing time I got off the bed breaking the ménage a trois. If she wanted a cuddle she could have it with him! If he awoke he would think it was his wife who had bumped against him. I was out of it.

What I hadn't expected was for her husband to roll on top of her and start fucking her again. That must have surprised her! Still it is good for a woman to be impressed by her husband's virility: but to still be erect after having just come? I couldn't actually see in the darkened room but that was what I presumed they were doing and after a while stopped time to feel if I was right. I was; he was fully erect and well embedded and very clearly at the job. Good for him!

I picked up my clothes, left them and walked back to my villa in the moonlight feeling very content with the world. As always, the night was balmy and I walked with a spring in my step. It had been a most successful day of sex but bed beckoned. There was no way I could manage any more sex that night but perhaps I might just manage a quick swim in the warm water of my pool before the complete end of the day.



Time Stops in the Mediterranean Day 09



Day 9

The ninth day of my holiday on an island in the Mediterranean proved to be a quiet one; mostly spent happily snorkelling around looking at fish. I really did leave girls alone for the better part of the day. It was not that I had become bored or jaded by over familiarity with the fair sex but after the previous day a bit of a rest was called for. Well, a short rest anyway!

Nudity is often enough erotic, but clothes obscuring the female form can be even more alluring. I know nothing of the male. I very much doubt my practical khaki shorts, sandals and variety of tee shirts particularly sets girls hearts racing or causes a creeping wetness between their thighs. It would be nice to think it did. But I cannot really imagine a passing couple of girls turning as one to watch my retreating bottom with one saying to the other, "I wouldn't mind fucking him," and the other replying, "me too." No, rather unlikely!

The eroticism of clothing came home very strongly to me as I watched a couple set off for dinner at some restaurant. Clearly freshly showered and changed into light, but a little smarter, clothes for the evening, they were walking hand in hand along a stretch of pavement. Long limbs help of course, as does a pleasing tan, a pretty face and long flowing fair hair but what really made it all work so well was the thin little, figure hugging dress the girl was wearing. Light grey in colour; it was one of those things that simply clung to the body. The way it moulded around her thigh as she stepped forward, the materially stretching across it as she walked, was exquisite both completely revealing the curved shape of her body and yet at the same time obscuring.

Deliciously seductive - it had me in a trice. 

It was more than enough for me to quickly find somewhere to 'disappear,' hurry ahead of them and 'reappear' so I could watch the girl walk past again in that light grey dress. Not only did her thighs look fabulous in the dress but I noticed how well it moulded her small breasts, delightfully encasing their very hemispherical shape; indeed showing their shape perfectly without actually revealing them. She was, of course, bra-less. Indeed, I wondered as I watched her retreating bottom, again the dress pleasingly taut over her buttocks, whether she was wearing panties either. The dress seemed a second skin; absolutely charming - it suited her more than I could describe. Really I should have complimented her upon it but I resolved to do it in my own way later. It was difficult to imagine the boy would do other than make love to her before the evening was out and I would add my compliment to his shortly after. My interest in the fair sex was rekindled and burning brightly. Ensuring I was with them later, of course, meant following them and, as a result, I dined at the same restaurant. Alone at my table but that is not exactly unusual for me on holiday. It would have been very pleasing had they invited me to join them but that was not going to happen!

Rather than leaping straight in and finding out if my surmise was correct, I allowed my anticipation time to relish the prospect and it was only later as they sauntered back chatting that I allowed myself the liberty of close inspection. I was a little worried that back at where they were staying the dress might come off in one fluid movement and I did so want to feel her in the dress before then. I do appreciate my desires and actions are not what would be described as normal or appropriate in a civilised society. I do have misgivings and doubts at my actions on occasion but am pretty sure my desires are no different from most other men. Most men faced with the sight of this nubile young thing in that dress would have looked closely and certainly desired to touch and touch intimately. It is just that I can give action to the desire.

There they were caught in mid stride. Up close she was as lovely as I had noted both walking and in the restaurant and the dress as pretty and sheer as I had thought. I stood stroking it like one might do a cat. I really liked the material... and her bottom which was where I was stroking! I did not want to stretch the material so refrained from cupping my hand around a breast within the material and contented myself with feeling her through the thin material.

Egress to her sex, though, did not require a stretching of the material, though it was taut enough with her thigh pressing forward; I crouched and let my hand run slowly up the inside of a thigh and under the hem. Isn't it a lovely thing to do - slip a hand up a woman's smooth inner thigh? I am told by an older friend that younger generations do not fully appreciate this in the way his generation did. The slipping of a hand up a nylon clad thigh and knowing if you got as far as touching bare skin above the stocking top you were going to be permitted to go further. He suggested nothing topped the thrill of feeling that skin beneath your fingertips. Personally stockings and suspender belts has not been my 'thing' but I can understand what he was meaning. Certainly feeling upwards under this dress was exciting enough for me. Higher and higher my fingertips travelled, becoming more intimate until just the faintest touch of hair on my fingertips revealed my surmise about panties had been entirely accurate. Just a little further and my fingers were in amongst the hair and the soft folds of her sex. Not yet aroused and oily but I was reasonably sure that would come later. It would be very tiresome if the two of them just went to sleep. 

What would have been best would have been if we had teamed up at the restaurant and they invited me back for a fuck or should I put it less crudely, for some tandem intercourse. Well actually what would have been really good would have been the opportunity to fuck her in that dress!

Following them, I imagined the three of us teamed up and turning toward the beach along a rather deserted track; the man and me slipping our shorts off and walking along in just our shirts, tackle swinging to the evident pleasure of the girl. She reaching to clasp and stroke, one cock in each hand, bringing us both to a stand and then we men taking it in turns to fuck her; just easing our equipment under the hem of that little dress and pushing upwards, no panties in the way, her arms wrapping around a neck, and legs coming up to encircle hips as the penis was pushed in. A few thrusts, a few more steps along the path and then the other man doing the same. A slow, but very long perambulatory shared intercourse in the warm night air. I wonder how far and how long such a walk could go? Delightfully different. The ever present thrill of the risk of discovery.

The girl could look so demur in that dress in a moment, the fact of her dripping sex safely hidden - only her perky hard nipples pushing at the thin grey material giving anything away: but for the man and me with cocks wet from the girl, perhaps even dripping a little pre-cum from the long period of coital excitement as we had walked in the night - what could we do to hide the prominence of our erections thrusting out from under our shirts? Hide in the bushes or brazen it out. Perhaps meeting two girls walking along; girls re-assured by the girl being with us but open mouthed at our display in the moonlight. Staring as our girl reaching around one of our necks and mounting with a casual, "We were just having a little moonlit fuck, you can watch if you like." Would they?

Or meeting a couple with really the same result but with a, "why don't you fuck as well?" Would the couple walk on shocked and offended by what they had seen or walk by with a smile and a cheery, "Have a nice one," or a, "Come here often?" 

Perhaps, though, the new girl would slip her panties down or drop her shorts and pull out her friends already hard cock and we could all watch each other in the moonlight. Perhaps all of us then going down to the beach for a post coital naked swim in the moonlight. Five naked bodies running into the surf.

But I was not with the couple and probably they were not going for a walk and swim but back to where they were staying. My little moonlit dream, alas, not reality at all.

It does sometimes happen that when I am following someone the person gets wind of me. Perhaps it is a sixth sense. It happened with this couple. All of a sudden they had both stopped and were looking back at me. I hate that. I can't just stop time and disappear: it is against my principle of not drawing attention to me. So I just kept on walking and with a pleasant, 'Good evening' walked straight on past them and at the next corner turned out of their sight. Stopping time I doubled back worried they might have gone into somewhere or otherwise disappeared. I would have been very disappointed indeed.

I was very disappointed. They had vanished! I walked slowly back up the street to where they had been in puzzlement. How had they done that? Which villa had they gone into? And then, thankfully I espied a not quite closed door. A split second later in my stopping of time and the door would have closed - I would not have seen it! I pushed a little and was able to open it enough to get through. Reaching out in the darkness my hand felt the slinky material of the girl's dress. I had not lost them.

Carefully I closed the door to where it had been and moved the girl back a little so she was in virtually the same position she had been in before I forced my way in and past them. It would really not do for her to come out of time unbalanced and feel as if the door had suddenly kicked back at her. I felt her a little in the darkness and then squeezed past him looking for somewhere to hide. Any room would do. Time restarted; I heard the click of a switch and light flooded under the door.

"He can't really have been following us."

"He was in the restaurant and before - I remember the tee shirt. Crap design."

"Creepy!"

"Yeah, a real creep. It'll be that dress, you look so sexy in it. I bet it made him hard just to look at it."

"Does it make you hard?"

There was a pause probably for kissing. Was she feeling his shorts to find out?

"I've been like a rock all the way home. Best thing I've ever seen you wearing -- ever."

"Lucky then you weren't wearing the dress - your fat cock would have been visible like a radio mast! Perhaps he was following you wishing you were in the dress. Perhaps like me he wanted to suck your cock. No, let me..."

This was all going really well. There was silence again. It was time to take a peek out of time. A lovely little tableau. Girl kneeling and making the dress all taut - beautiful - and nor did I find the sight of her fingers extracting a very respectable cock from the man's flies unappealing. Not the cock but the action you understand. I think I should mention that I did not find the image of the man in the dress appealing at all with or without the erection.

It did occur to me as I removed my shorts and shirt - I could foresee it would be easier to have my own cock at the ready and indeed, on cue, it was bounding up as I unzipped - that it would actually be quite amusing, though heavy work, to clothe him in the dress and take the two of them down to a lonely track and watch them make their way back like that. A giggle to see them panic as she found herself naked and he erect in a dress. I could saunter along the path and see whether they still thought me unwelcome - or a creep - as I offered my shirt to hide his or her nakedness depending on who was by then in the dress. 

Unfortunately there was nowhere in the villa's hall where I could reasonably hide and watch. The sight of a girl taking a man's cock daintily in her hand and bringing it to her lips is a sight I always relish. Perhaps there is a small pause as she looks at it: does she like what she sees; does the plum look too big for her mouth; is she thinking of the ejaculation in potential - the ability of the penis to fill her mouth with a viscous, salty liquid - does she relish the prospect or would she rather the penis was used to good effect in its proper place? Does she think, as so many women must, how good it would be to have two men: one to suck and one to fuck. Then the taking of the cock; does she just stick it in or flick her tongue out as if tasting it before trying? 

The ways of first sucking a cock are varied and fascinating. Perhaps particularly pleasing is the girl tickling the limp item into erection with her tongue or it simply growing in the warmth of her mouth. But there was none of that for this couple. He was standing already.

It was unlikely ejaculation would happen in the hall; I was sure bed was in prospect and this was merely foreplay; but I didn't leave them at it for too long before I stopped time again and went to inspect. Still the lovely kneeling girl but this time her lips were stretched and encircling - a lovely sight - and one hand lightly holding his balls. How a man loves his balls being held -- lightly though. It is a matter of trust having his testes in the hand of a girl. Such a lovely feeling but she can so easily change all that. He takes a risk.

Taking hold of her head I gently drew it back so the man's cock slid out of her mouth and then moved her head a little to the side within reach of, yes, my own cock. I guided it into the recently vacated space all warm and wet plus a lovely soft tongue right along my fraenum. I began a delicious in and out movement feeling that slight rasp of her tongue right on the extra sensitive underside of my cock head. Nice - very nice.

"Nice cock," I said conversationally turning and looking at the man. But there was no answer. "Kind of you to share your girlfriend like this, very friendly -- particularly after what you said earlier. May I screw her later too? Oh thanks! I'd be careful, though, she doesn't squeeze too hard on your balls; that'll hurt you know." keeping up my rocking movement in his girlfriend's mouth I felt down and caught one of his testes between finger and thumb and squeezed. You will appreciate that whilst he could not feel anything now when time restarted his ball would indeed have been squeezed hard and he would feel it then. I patted the girl's hand cupping the man's balls, "Well I did warn him. You'll have to kiss them better."

I could feel a little drip of pre-cum slipping up my cock so I rested, savouring the feeling. Pulling out I slicked it off the end with my finger and lightly coated her tongue. A little symbol of my recent possession. Carefully I turned the girl's head back and pushed it forward onto the man's cock.

Back in my room I listened. A little bit of sucking sound and then, "Ow, fuck, you squeezed too hard. Bloody hell -- that hurt."

"I didn't."

"You fuckin' did."

"Sorry, Dave."

Further silence. Their equilibrium had been disturbed.

"I've never had anyone else's cock in my mouth you know, just you Dave. I love it so much. I love you so much."

Oh dear, mushy stuff but I smiled and almost audibly laughed. She was forgetting 'the creep' who had, very, very recently, also been in her mouth. Still, she did not actually know that. I bet Dave was the only one to have come inside her too. Well, that was about to change! Not that she would ever know. The Cuckoo was hovering near her nest and about to land.

What I did have to see was the girl taking that dress off. I suspected it would be an erotic sight of the first magnitude. I did not want to miss it so I kept stopping time and taking a peek. Clearly the girl either really enjoyed cock sucking or thought she should pleasure her man as long as he wanted as each time I peeked, she was still kneeling and orally connected. 

Eventually the scene changed delightfully with the couple kissing but with Dave having raised the hem of her dress, slightly lop sided, and had one hand resting on a buttock. The dress looked fabulous like that - pity about the hand. Artistically I moved it and stood back. Pity my camera would not work out of time so instead I patted her buttock with my own hand. Smooth, very smooth.

Replacing Dave's hand I, reluctantly, went back to my hiding place.

"Dave, you go and have a quick swim to cool yourself down, whilst I go and take my dress off and then I'll join you."

You can guess who I followed... well actually I went ahead of the girl to check on the lie of the land. I needed a vantage point to see the dress coming off but there was nowhere obvious in the couple's bedroom. So I did go back down again and actually followed her up the stairs watching the dress alternately tighten across each buttock. The moulding was perfect. Fantastic. Yes I did it in real time but ready to stop time and 'disappear' at the slightest hint of her hearing me and turning around. She didn't and was completely unaware of the 'creep' literally creeping naked up the stairs behind her and with his erection pointing at her bottom! She didn't even bother to close the bedroom door and as she passed the double bed she paused and with a lovely fluid movement pulled the dress up and over her head and casually flung it aside onto the bed. The movement was fluid but I paused time at various stages to get a better look. Walking around her when her fair little curls were only just peeking out from under the hem; when it was just up to her tummy; and, once, with her face obscured inside the material, I actually stood to her front and let time move for a couple of seconds to see her dear little round breasts appear.

Naturally I had to be back behind her as she walked past the bed and then, delight of delights, she saw something on the floor and bent to pick it up; the muscles of her buttocks tightening, the wispy curls around her sex coming into view and, indeed, her little wrinkled bottom hole. Well, what a pleasing opportunity. I paused time and just walked forward and, without touching my cock, just slipped it between the crack of her legs and pulled backwards - just, you understand testing for wetness. A tell-tale shininess on the top of my cock betrayed her arousal. It seemed churlish not to take the opportunity a little further.

I held her hips and positioned the smooth rounded knob end of my cock at just the right place; its shape so suitable for what it was about to do. One little push and I was 'in,' the knob absorbed and seeking upwards. This particular position for intercourse does give the greatest potential for 'travel' and slowly I pushed inwards until my balls were resting against her, well yes, clitoris I supposed. It occurred to me that if I started time again there was very little she could do bent over like that. She would have been totally in my power if I held her back down, unable to do more than vocalise her distress as I had my way with her. The noise would however have been distracting and spoilt the enjoyment. It would also have been tiresome to have Dave thundering in and, as you will have appreciated, I do not like to cause distress or even be noticed and certainly not thumped about a lot by big Dave.

All the girl would actually notice would be a sudden dilation of her vagina and perhaps the fleeting feel of indentation on her hips as her skin restored it shape having been gripped by me. Probably she would put it down to sexual excitement. Had she been about to get into the pool I could probably have got away with fucking her to a conclusion before Dave. It would have amused me to have been there before him. In the dark they probably would not have seen the tell tale strands of semen seeping from her in the water especially if Dave then stuck his own cock into her whilst in the pool and added to the mess. As it was, with her walking to the bathroom, the sudden appearance of semen would not be something she could miss and so I contented myself with a pleasant series, well quite a long series, of strokes before pulling wetly out and settling myself in a darkened doorway with a view of the pool to watch.




Time Stops in the Mediterranean Day 09



It was nice seeing the couple swim around in the moonlight; very pleasant indeed to see them fucking in the water - I like a bit of a show! As they got out I became particularly alert as I had to find my moment. Should I fuck her properly there or wait until they were in bed? Had Dave actually come yet or was the fucking in the pool merely foreplay to the real event in bed? His appearance climbing out of the pool complete with a very obviously still erect penis answered the question. It would be fucking in bed. It was not yet time to make my move. They towelled themselves off and then once again she was on her knees sucking. I was suddenly worried - what if he came that way? That would prevent the cuckoo laying its eggs! The girl obviously really liked cock sucking. What a pity they had not asked me to join them. What fun she could have had with two cocks to play with.

It was a relief to see them go upstairs. Probably the best time for me to make my entrance, so to speak, is just after the man has come and before the woman has curled up for sleep. It saves all the disentangling of limbs and so on and fumbling around in the dark. This particular evening proved to be a text book example. When I sauntered upstairs I found their door still open and moonlight coming in from a window nicely illuminating the bed and the couple. Engaged as they were and with the moonlight on them they did not, indeed were unlikely to, see me glide into the room and stand in shadow watching the intercourse. The sound of the fan meant they were not going to hear my naked footsteps anyway. There was not a sheet covering them; it was of course a hot night, and their movements were crystal clear - if in monochrome. They were in the missionary position which suited me. Cowgirl is always the more erotic to watch with the girl's breasts and bottom bouncing and her working on the very visible cock but missionary can be easiest for me. All I have to do is wait for the man to roll off, spent, and then I am in -- just like the day before with the Italian young mum. Doggy fashion is fine too though the girl tends to collapse before the man has moved properly out of the way and allowed me my proper turn.

As mentioned it was textbook. Dave's bottom rising and falling (possibly not the most attractive of things, but there you are); the girl making all the right noises, building to a repetition of "fuck, fuck, fuck;" the cry as she came and then the stronger thrusts of Dave's buttocks indicating his own climax; the slowing and then stillness; Dave resting embedded between the girl's splayed thighs and then the moment I had been waiting for, Dave rolling over onto his back with his half limp and really rather messy cock lolling across his stomach. I stopped time and gazed at the girl. A picture of abandonment. Her tongue half out of her mouth; a look of contentment on her face; eyes tight shut; a real sheen of sweat across her breasts and her nipples standing hard; her thighs spread obscenely wide and at their focus her sex looking very used, a little open and rather wet. I felt for her clit - rather a big one - nice.

"Thanks Dave for warming her up but I'm afraid this is not much use now." I lifted his dick and waggled it. "All rather limp isn't it? Just compare it to this one!" I proudly displayed my own erection but he could not see (just as well really!). Climbing up on the bed I slipped easily into Dave's recently vacated position and slid home, all wet and welcoming - the cuckoo was in the nest!

No hurry, no hurry at all. I could slowly fuck or pound away; I could go and have a swim and come back and resume; I could have gone down the road and fucked Amy and Kylie and then come back again and finished off. No hurry and I took my time building the suspense and the strength of my ejaculation. I have to say it was a super one when it came and I lay still basking in the feeling until well after I had shrunk to my normal size. I was almost dozing when I suddenly remembered the experience with Madame. It would not do, would not do at all to go to sleep like this. What a rude awakening for me that would have been! I stood and stepped back into the shadows, my penis now no more use than Dave's.

"Mmmm Dave, that was lovely." I watched as she opened and shut her thighs relishing the recent intercourse. "Just you and me. I feel all yummy - and gooey. I love you so much Dave."

Yummy and gooey indeed! From my vantage point her sex was certainly that! Time to go. I slipped out of the room out of time, recovered my clothes and walked back in the soft moonlight to my villa. Time for bed.



Time Stops in the Mediterranean Day 10



Day 10

I awoke to the alarm remembering I had agreed to meet Amy and Kylie again - or at least they had said they would probably be at the beach. 

Really! Having to get up early for appointments on holiday; it was just like being back at work - not!

Showering, I set off for our liaison but, rather than go straight to the beach, I went via their villa. It seemed sensible to establish Amy and Kylie were indeed going to the beach first of all rather than waiting there unnecessarily. I had other plans if they were not going to show; particularly a long walk with hopefully some amusement along the way.

Plan A remained firmly in place as I saw two familiar figures step out into the early morning half light with their beach towels and head off in the right direction. Plan A started to look like it was going wrong almost immediately afterwards when I saw another figure leave the villa and, rather surreptitiously, set out after them. I surmised Kylie's father was checking up on where his daughter and charge were sneaking off to so early in the morning and, no doubt, why they were sneaking off.

This was going to spoil any fun on the beach! Stopping time, I caught up with Amy and Kylie; they were looking just wonderful in their shorts and tee shirts. It would have been so pleasing if they had let me undress them that morning to get them ready for their swim and then our mutual masturbation session - but that was not now going to happen. 

I hid at the beach and waited for the others. Father did not follow the girls down the steps but, as expected, hid to watch. There were two of us in hiding and down on the beach I could see Amy and Kylie looking around and, I hoped, feeling disappointed not to find me. It would have been a really difficult scene had I been down on the beach and not first checked at their villa. A scene I would probably have simply had to escape from by disappearing out of time. Not at all what I would wish to do normally and would prevent me seeing Amy and Kylie again as there would be no reasonable explanation for such magic.

Even without me Amy and Kylie still went for their naked swim probably hoping I would turn up a little later. Of course I did but out of time as their naked bodies were not something I could tire of admiring and touching, not least Amy's stunning flame red curls. I was not at all surprised to find I was not the only one admiring them; Kylie's father had brought a pair of binoculars with him and was engrossed in examining Amy. I could not blame him; after all I had just been doing the same thing rather more intimately. I perfectly understood why his erect cock was projecting from his fly and his hand was holding it. Amy would have most men queuing up to watch her naked and have a wank! Kylie's father's report to his wife would, I was sure, not mention the ogling and masturbation. They would be superfluous details of course, not worth the mention.

As a dressed Amy and Kylie made their way back up the steps, father headed off back down the track at speed leaving me the opportunity of speaking to them.

"Hallo," I said appearing from behind a wall.

"You're rather late today."

"Ah, well you see, I saw you were being followed." I described the man.

"Dad!" said Kylie.

"So I thought I'd better not show myself. Nice watching you swimming though."

"Oh, no, Dad saw us both..."

"I doubt he will mention it. I'm sure he just wanted to check you were OK on your early morning outings. He was simply looking after you. A good thing really." I was sure that was his real intention, the ogling of Amy had no doubt been an unexpected bonus and there was no need to mention that additional detail to them.

"If you like," I offered, "you can pop around to my villa later for a swim. It is very secluded and so you won't need your bikinis! I certainly don't bother. It's a nice pool."

The girls looked at each other. This was not neutral territory.

"We could come around after lunch I suppose. Kylie; your mum and dad usually take a snooze about then; don't they?"

"Yeah, that would be cool. Where is it?"

I watched their retreating behinds going down the track, buttocks in shorts rising first one side, then the other in that lovely way girls have; a delicious wobble to the backside which is so attractive to the male. I had re-arranged things rather well. I would still have those shorts off - just later. Indeed I thought I would insist they came off as soon as they came in the door - no clothes to be worn in my villa.

That, though, left me with a spare morning and not really one where I should seek out sexual adventure. I needed to retain myself for the post lunch skinny dipping and, no doubt, masturbation and fellation. It was time at least for a swim in the sea. I turned towards the sea and made my way down the steps.

The knock on the door in the early afternoon was not exactly unexpected. It was lovely to let the two girls through the door and close it on the world outside. They were still dressed in their shorts and tee shirts - but not for long!

"Do you ever wear clothes?" Asked Amy, looking at me.

"Well, generally in the street!" And even that was not completely true but I was not going to reveal my ability to stop time and walk naked where I chose. "May I?" indicating their own clothing.

I had been looking forward to undoing the buttons and unzipping the flies on their little denim shorts all morning - and it showed.

"Up he goes!" said Amy as I crouched to undo her shorts. Down came the little brass zipper and down went the denim shorts around her ankles. Next came the little yellow cotton panties. I did not hurry, relishing the appearance of the first tufts of red hair as I eased them down slowly, revealing just a few curls, followed by that so pleasing little indentation hidden within the red curls - the start of the valley. I leant forward and kissed feeling the springy curls on my face. Carefully I picked up the shorts and panties, folded them and placed them on the hall table - I was not hurrying this - and turned to unzip Kylie.

Down came her shorts as well revealing white panties with little yellow bananas all over them. "Pretty knickers," I commented as they too came down and I kissed her black curls.

How nice to have two bottomless girls in your villa - pink bottoms peeking out from under the tee shirt hems like dresses that were too short. It was tempting to leave them like that but I had said nudity was the rule.

Carefully I lifted Kylie's tee shirt revealing first her tummy and then white bra also decorated with the little yellow bananas. Her little breasts hidden within the two cups.

"Evidently you are rather partial to bananas," I commented.

"I told her they looked like little yellow cocks," said Amy, "just like your banana!" she added.

"I promised her I'd buy a bunch so she could try one out but she wouldn't have it"

"Amy!"

I laughed with them. "Well, have you tried a banana, Amy?"

"Not actually..."

"Two banana virgins - whatever next! I think I might just have..."

"No, you haven't!"

Well that was an interesting idea out of nowhere!

Off came Kylie's tee shirt and I turned to Amy and helped her off with her tee shirt as well.

"My bra doesn't match."

It didn't but it was certainly full. She was not as tall as Kylie but she certainly beat her in the breast department. I unclipped her bra and took the warm garment to add to the pile before turning back and admiring what had been revealed. The contrast with the Italian twins was striking, particularly when compared to the young mum. Despite her ample breasts Amy's nipples were so small, indeed rather like my own. How different would they be one day when she had an infant to suckle? Even Kylie with her small round breasts had larger areolae and nipples.

Off came Kylie's banana bra leaving the three of us naked in the hallway. "That's better," I said patting their bottom cheeks, "much cooler for you. Would you like a swim to cool a little more? First let me show you around."

It was very pleasant walking around my villa with the two girls either side of me and my hands just lightly holding their bottoms, my fingers curling under a cheek each side. They were impressed. Well, it was a very good villa but, unfortunately, one I would shortly have to vacate as my week of free occupancy was nearly up. 

We walked out into the strong sunshine of the pool area.

"Oh," said Kylie looking upwards.

"No, we are not overlooked at all, it is very private."

"Just as well," said Amy looking at my cock.

"Would you care for a swim?"

"Will you stay hard in the water?"

"Can do - perhaps with a little help?"

"That'd be cool to see."

Any man is happy to be admired and Amy and Kylie seemed to find me swimming along with an erection quite fascinating and, certainly, swimming up the pool with them either side and occasionally feeling a hand reaching and stroking my cock was not only very pleasant but kept me hard.

"About those bananas," said Amy.

"What bananas?"

"You asked if we had tried bananas - and they are so like the shape of your cock only they don't make you pregnant. Kylie, you see, would like you to fuck her with a banana; wouldn't you Kylie?"

"Amy! Only if you do."

"Two bananas then."

The idea was appealing but there was an apparently major impediment in that I didn't actually have any: in reality that was only a very small technical problem for me.

"I'll get them then," I said getting out of the pool. Out of sight I stopped time and, putting on my sandals, wandered up the road to the local supermarket. Had bananas been out of stock I would have had a fair walk to the next one but was in luck. This was a first for me wandering around a supermarket with nothing on but nobody commented, nobody said a word - not even the shopkeeper said anything as I walked out without paying! 

I would not want you to think me unprincipled – I did cover the cost later.

Back at the villa I came out into the sunshine with the bananas in hand. "Small or large?"

I had chosen a very large one as well as a bunch of more normal sized bananas. 

Amy and Kylie came up out of the pool. "Imagine a boy with a cock like this, Kylie," said Amy picking up the big banana and holding it against my own erection, "I can't get it in my mouth let alone my vag. Imagine the poor boy with one as big as this doomed to handjobs; though any girl would like to hold it and set it off and see the cum fly."

"That'd be cool, Amy, but don't you think some girls could stretch around it particularly if they've had babies."

"Maybe. Not me though!"

It was like being back listening to them from under their beds.

Amy pulled a banana from the bunch.

"Hey Kylie look at my cock!" 

She had stuck the stalk end between her thighs so the banana now reared up from her red pubic hair, mimicking my own real penis; it was as if she had a curving yellow erection. Amy looked lovely standing there with her long red hair, big breasts, wide hips, long legs and her strange hermaphrodite sex.

"Down girl and start sucking!" 

Kylie giggled and complied; my erection strengthened as I watched her lips close around the erect banana as she pretended to fellate it. I moved a little closer and my erection knocked against her cheek requesting admission. It was granted.

"Kylie, you mean thing - just because his cock is bigger than mine!"

It was certainly memorable standing by my pool in the sunshine with Kylie kneeling and sucking me as Amy reached for the large banana and stuck that between her thighs. She swaggered around the pool with an enormous yellow cock laughing at the absurdity. Despite her rather shuffling gait, necessary to keep the banana from falling, she still looked wonderful.

Kylie looked up and burst out laughing. Soon she had joined her friend on her perambulation but also now sporting a rather smaller yellow erection and what could I do but follow?

"Well isn't this gay?" I said, though I think the ambiguity was lost on the young girls; they laughed nonetheless. Reaching out I led the girls back to the loungers by their penis bananas - yes more than a little gay!

Easing open their thighs, though, and revealing their pink lips fringed with orange and black hair and their hidden little entrances was not gay at all. Entrances I took such a delight touching with the ends of the smaller bananas before pushing and watching the yellow fruit gradually sink in and disappear until just the stalks were left showing. Carefully I closed the thighs trapping the bananas just where I would rather have liked to be.

"Let's see you walk around the pool like that."

They got up rather carefully and walked a little stiffly around the pool. Returning I had them lie down on loungers either side of me and then I set to work pushing and pulling the rather wet bananas in and out of them in a fair imitation of the act of sexual intercourse. It was rather like seeing them on their beds in their room when they had been masturbating only now they were in the bright sunshine and moving. Delightful to watch their faces and seeing their own fingers playing with their breasts; seeing them tweak their own nipples, suck their own fingers as if they were a cock and then to moisten their nipples; and finally to watch their faces screwed up in the pleasure of orgasm as first Kylie then Amy came.

"Fuck," said Amy, "that was good." I stood and looked down at the two girls still with the stalk ends of the two bananas sticking out of them. It was a really erotic sight and I was tempted, given just how hard my cock felt, to just stroke away and come, spraying my semen over them.

"I hadn't realised how much a bunch of bananas are a girl's best friend," giggled Amy pulling the banana from herself and looking at it, "but not useful to boys at all, however much like their cocks a banana looks." The naughty girl slowly peeled back the banana a little and her pink tongue licked up the exposed fruit as if it was a curving penis. I moved closer so my penis hung over her and, again, out came the little pink tongue and licked right up the underside to the head, soft and rasping at the same time, up the so sensitive frænum. She smiled up at me and then suddenly bit the end of the banana. I jumped back in mock surprise and we all laughed.

"Of course boys can just eat the banana."

"Actually," I said, "bananas have their uses for boys as well."

"What," said Kylie, "to stick up their bums?"

"Well, I suppose so..."

"Bend over, Kylie," said Amy, "Let's see."

"No, Amy, I was just saying..." Kylie looked a little shocked.

"What I actually meant," I said, butting in, "was not so much the banana but the banana skin. Wrapped around the penis it mimics a vagina and actually gets really slippery just like..." I reached down and moved Kylie's banana in and out a couple of times.

"Boys would look ridiculous with a banana skin wrapped around their cocks," said Kylie.

"And you don't, of course, look faintly ridiculous with a piece of fruit sticking out of your sex?" I replied. "Where's your mobile and I'll take a photo and see what you think!"

Amy had picked up the large banana and was looking at it. "You'd split a smaller one but this would fit nicely. This I've gotta see! I'll just scoop out the fruit."

I had been rather hoping to be sucked off, perhaps even allowed to fuck one or other but I was game for this unusual diversion. It wasn't as if I wasn't actually going to fuck them anyway. Indeed as Amy got up and headed to the kitchen to prepare her banana and Kylie was watching her it seemed a shame not to take the opportunity of stopping time and temporarily removing the banana so helpfully holding Kylie open. My fingers reached, took hold of the stalk and slid the yellow fruit out leaving Kylie unusually stretched and open. Pulling her down the lounger I knelt at the end and positioned myself and watched as my cock touched and slowly pushed into the slippery warmth. So enjoyable just watching it go in - let alone savouring the wet, warm feeling. Lovely!

A few strokes and I stood again and followed Amy. She was caught mid stride towards the kitchen, banana in hand, but it was easy to move her legs apart and slip inside her holding her from the back with my thighs pressed against her soft bottom. Again a few delicious strokes before placing her and Kylie back in their former positions. The two young girls suitably fucked and not even knowing it.

Returning to behind Kylie I almost made a mistake before restarting time but spotted I'd forgotten to replace the banana in Kylie just before movement returned. That is always the risk if I make too many changes out of time - forgetting where things should be and how people (well girls mostly!) were standing/ sitting/ lying. Slowly I slid the banana home – such a pleasing thing to do - stepped back and restarted time.

A slight stumble from Amy. Well it is not easy getting limbs back in the carefully balanced positions we take when walking and a sudden but usually rectifiable loss of balance does occur quite often after I have played out of time.

"Careful!" called Kylie.

A few minutes later Amy returned, "Well let's see how this fits!" In her hand the large banana but now just its skin. With one hand she held my shaft at the base and with the other she draped the skin over my penis and pulled it down so the head disappeared up into the skin. Like the girls a little before I was standing there with a banana for an erection.

"Unusual condom," I commented.

"Not much use as a condom," said Amy, "I cut the end off." And she had, just the very tip, the scratchy black bit I'd cut off the others.

"Why?"

"I want to see your stuff fly just like on the beach, I want to see an ejaculating banana and Kylie I want you to photograph it if you can!"

With her hand Amy began sliding the banana skin up and down.

"Is that nice?" She said.

"Getting nicer. It's becoming slippery."

The friction was beginning to soften the inside of the banana. A slight sound of squelching became audible. Amy pulled the banana off.

"Ooh look how slimy it's become, Kylie."

I was not sure if she meant my cock or the banana skin. Her mouth descended.

"And surprise, surprise his cock tastes of banana now."

"Let me try." And of course she did.

The skin was slipped back on and the sliding recommenced. The squelching sound became louder and remarkably reminiscent of the real thing. It certainly made the girls laugh as they took it in turns to grasp the banana.

"Get your camera Kylie and you go and stand by the pool. I want a photo of Banana man!"

I did as I was told and I have the picture in my collection. It is certainly one of the silliest pictures I have of myself but Amy certainly does not have it. I copied and deleted out of time. I certainly was not going to have the risk of that being uploaded onto the Internet! Better still was the picture of Amy with me by the pool; she bending forward and me behind her pretending to be about to fuck her with my enormous banana cock. I still have that as my screensaver on the home PC!

Kylie also got the shot Amy had wanted of the ejaculating banana. I let them keep that. It's a lovely in focus shot with the crisp focus of the yellow banana contrasting with the blue of the lounger, slightly out of focus, behind and from the tip of the banana flies a stream of white semen looking just like what it was. It is a perfect shot - if very, very silly!

It was also a really good orgasm. The slippery, slimy feel on my cock was really rather pleasant, the two naked girls gorgeous and Amy whispering, "Make it a lot of cum," just sent me over the edge.

"Here it comes," I said helpfully - and it did. From the end of the banana my ejaculation just shot out, pulse after pulse as Amy kept the banana skin's end tight against my cock head. It looked absurd but, you can imagine, it was great fun and all because of Amy's little banana panties and bra.




Time Stops in the Mediterranean Day 10



There was a little more swimming and pleasant refreshment from the 'fridge as we sat or lay naked in the sunshine. It was all a very happy way to spend an afternoon...

"Shall we do the same tomorrow?" Asked Amy.

"What, with the bananas?"

"Why not?"

"I wondered if you'd want to graduate to a cucumber - you could each have one end!"

"Naughty!"

"But unfortunately this is my last day in the villa. I have to leave tomorrow."

Their looks of disappointment were a pleasure.

It was a dilemma for me. Did I use the opportunity to end the liaison and say I was flying home or puzzle them why I was staying on without the villa and more puzzling have no answer to the obvious question of where I was going to stay?

"Holidays are like that; they come to an end."

"Oh, and we were wondering if you could get some condoms."

I expressed surprise. "I thought you didn't want to..."

"After the bananas we've got to have the real thing; haven't we Kylie?"

"Couldn't we come around again this evening?" Asked Kylie

"Well, yes of course, but can you get away?"

"We'll sneak out after Kylie's parents have gone to bed." Replied Amy.

That was the evening taken care of. No seeking out of other girls for me. Just a quiet evening in a fish restaurant down at the harbour and then coffee by the pool waiting to be bedded by two young girls. It was the sort of evening I liked!

I insisted on re-dressing the girls. So pleasant tucking Kylie's little boobs into her banana bra and drawing the banana panties up her thighs; so nice giving Amy's flame red curls a little kiss before hiding them in her yellow panties. On went the shorts and tee shirts and, still naked myself, I patted their bottoms and opened the door and let them out into the street.

I leant back against the door and smiled - Two girls coming to my bed tonight!

As the shops stayed open late I bought the condoms on the way down to the harbour and spent a very pleasant evening wandering about with the little packet safe in my shorts' pocket, having a drink and dinner; before making my way back to the villa in the warm, still darkness of a Mediterranean summer's evening.

Leaving the door on the latch and dropping my clothes I had a swim in the pool before resting on a lounger by the pool in the balmy night air of the Mediterranean. I'd almost dropped off when, there they were, my young visitors were back.

"Hallo," said Amy, "have you got them?"

I stood and tossed her the packet. "Do you want to be in charge?"

"I don't know - I've never, I don't quite know how you put them on."

"It's easy, Amy, you just open the packet, place it on the tip of the erect penis and roll it down. You have to get it the right way round of course with the teat upwards."

"Teat?"

"Well, sort of like a teat, a bubble of latex as a reservoir for the expelled semen when the man ejaculates - on the end."

"Let's try," said Amy, "Kylie, get our friend hard and then we'll try."

It is a real wet dream to be naked with two young girls, one a redhead and one dark, and with them both fully clothed, or in what passes for fully clothed on a hot night, and for one of them to get down on her knees, reach up, take hold with her fingers and direct your soft penis into her mouth and begin to suck. I should have set my camera up on movie mode but I didn't know when they were arriving.

The blood began to pump. It must be really rather nice for a girl to feel a penis growing in her mouth.

At the same time, Amy was opening the packet, extracting a sachet and looking at the little flying saucer shaped piece of latex.

"Here it is Kylie."

Kylie's eyes moved to look at it but she kept on with her sucking. I stroked her dark hair. It was good to know she had taken to fellatio.

"Let me have it Kylie."

I pulled away and turned to Amy, relishing just being erect with the two girls.

"Hold it steady, Kylie, and I'll try this on." Again, the attention from two girls was delightful. Kylie holding my shaft as Amy placed the condom on the top of my knob.

"Like this? You see the teat Kylie?"

"It looks silly."

And of course condoms do look just that; particularly with the very functional teat on the top. I can see why people might well find latex clothing erotic. Imagine pushing at a pair of latex panties, forcing penetration by stretching the latex but not really being inside the girl at all! Condoms on the other hand... But they are very practical.

Amy rolled the condom down my shaft.

"I do prefer you without. It doesn't look so sexy." 

I agreed with Amy's remark.

"But it must be funny to see the bulb fill up!"

"Maybe; but I thought the idea was that it would happen somewhere hidden away behind either your or Kylie's tummy button!"

They giggled. "Yes," said Amy, "please!"

"Do you want to do it here by the pool or in bed?"

The girls looked at each other and giggled again. "In bed would be nice," said Amy, "but Kylie says she does want to see..."

"Amy! You said you wouldn't tell!"

"Kylie wants to see your cock going in and disappearing."

"Easily done. Into you or Kylie?"

"Probably both!"

"Well," I said, "these need to come off."

Pleasant to once again undo buttons, pull zips down on shorts and roll panties down tanned legs.

"Do you want me to do the penetrating or shall I just lie back and let you help yourselves? I suggest you can see better if you ride cowgirl. Who's first?"

The classic male fantasy over the centuries seems to have been the taking of maidenheads: yet here was me doing quite the reverse and inviting two pretty young ladies to take their own. I lay back on a lounger, hands behind my head, latex covered erection available for their use.

"I think," said Amy pulling off the condom and throwing it to one side, "that my first fuck should be on your naked cock. We can put it back on in bed."

She got up on the lounger and straddled. "Are you watching Kylie?"

Kylie was kneeling at the end of the lounger.

Amy reached and grasped, lifting my erection into position. She bent her head forward obscuring my view but allowing her to see between her legs. I could feel her wet flesh on my knob even if I couldn't see what was happening.

"Ready Kylie, here I go. One, two, three and Geronimo!"

Slowly she let herself down and slowly I could feel myself sliding up into her until her bottom was sitting on my thighs. She rested a moment and brought her head up to look at me.

"Nice?" I asked.

"Yeah, not half. I feel all full!"

She bent forward again to watch as she drew herself upwards letting the wet cock slowly reappear. I couldn't see anything but it was exciting to know these two girls were intently watching the joining of our two bodies.

Amy began to move a little faster getting into the rhythm of fucking.

"Oh it's nice - fucking nice! But Kylie it's got to be your turn."

Up Amy came onto her knees letting me drop from her.

It was now the turn of Kylie's dark curls to hover above my penis. Beside her Amy was watching and it was she who grasped my cock and positioned it. Kylie looked me in the eyes and I could see she was nervous.

"Kylie, you have to watch. It's so cool seeing his cock go in. I'll take a photo if you like."

"Amy, I'm not sure I want to, really I don't."

Cold feet but no matter. After all it was not as if I hadn't been inside her anyway and I would be quite happy fucking Amy with Kylie merely being 'in attendance' as another warm body on the bed. Amy, however, was rather less sympathetic of Kylie's virginal nervousness.

"Kylie. Don't be silly. You've got to fuck too!"

And, given it was she who had positioned me, Amy simply pushed down on Kylie and I was up to the hilt before she could even cry out.

"Ooh fuck," screamed Kylie.

"Yes, that's it," said Amy rather matter of factly.

It was actually rather entertaining the argument that ensured. Kylie shot up right off my cock and pushed Amy into the swimming pool with a splash. It degenerated into a fight and I had to pull them apart. It was so funny really, two half naked girls still with their tops on (but thoroughly soaked) and me naked and still erect (the fighting was quite a turn on) holding them apart.

"Hold it, hold it," I commanded. "Amy, you shouldn't have done that. Say sorry."

"Sorry Kylie."

"Now what are you going to do? Go home to bed? Carry on where we left off? Have a drink and a chat? Punish Amy?"

There was a calming. "Now that wasn't actually too bad was it Kylie?"

"No it wasn't but I wanted it to be my choice not Amy's. She's so pushy."

"Punishment then? Shall I smack her whilst she kisses your pussy better?"

I had wondered if there had been any lesbian naughtiness between them; whether instead of simply masturbating together they had crept into the other's bed and adopted a '69' position. I know I would have done had I been Amy or Kylie but there again I do like girls. Their slightly shocked faces suggested otherwise.

"Does that seem fair to you, Amy, or shall we simply exclude you from sex and you have to sit and watch? There you are - a choice of punishment. Are you content Kylie? The sex is your choice, intercourse with a condom, Amy bringing you off as you suck me, me bringing you off, whatever."

Kylie grinned at Amy, "I like the idea of the smacking and then, perhaps," her grin got wider, "you can put a condom on and fuck her bottom. I'd like to see your cock buried deep in her arse and her squealing away."

"Nooo," said Amy looking worried.

I liked that idea, having Kylie helping me bugger Amy. Her little fingers lubricating and positioning me for entrance with Amy bent over and her bottom all exposed and vulnerable.

"Please just the smacking and then let's go to bed like we planned."

Kylie relented.

"Lie down then Kylie," I said, "and open those legs and let Amy see the pretty lips she is going to kiss."

"Do I have to?"

"Yes and French Kissing."

"What!"

"Yes of course, not just a quick peck. I want Kylie to report your tongue has gone where you pushed my cock. Bend over."

Poor Amy was inches from Kylie's sex, no doubt her nostrils already catching the girl scent. I pushed and in went her face into the wetness. 

"Clamp your thighs and tell me what she is doing Kylie. Can you feel her tongue?"

I looked at Amy's pretty round bottom sticking up in the air. Through the parted cheeks I could see her little bottom hole and I tickled it with my finger as a reminder.

"Oooh yes, she's licking, yes it's inside. She's really fucking me with her tongue."

I began to smack Amy's pretty cheeks which no doubt caused her to push harder at Kylie. I only did six before pulling her back up.

"Is that enough, Kylie? Punishment sufficient?"

"That hurt," said Amy.

"It was meant to! Now everyone are friends again perhaps you should take those wet things off and get into bed."

I helped them off with their tops and bras, patted their bottoms and watched them go upstairs. I tidied their things, hung the wet ones up to dry a bit, threw away the discarded condom and picked up the packet they had forgotten. I followed them upstairs.

They looked ever so sweet under just a sheet on my double bed, their bodies moulded by the cotton. It really is what men need when they come to bed, two young, sexually excited girls waiting for them.

I drew back the cotton and gazed down at their breasts and my penis, which had subsided somewhat, pumped itself up again.

"Who is going to be in charge of the condoms?"

"We'll only need one surely?"

"Well if you stay to the morning then perhaps we might fuck again."

I think we'll have to get back really," said Kylie picking up the packet.

Flipping the light switch the room was plunged into darkness. It is very nice seeing naked bodies and the motions of intercourse but it is also pleasant to have to rely on touch – especially when, as already mentioned, there are two young girls in your bed!

Feeling across the room I came to the bed and pulled back the sheet. I stepped over Amy and felt, as I did so, her hand reach up and clasp my erection and giving it a squeeze. Settling in between them I pulled up the sheet and slipped my arms under them and drew them to me. To show that there were no hard feelings I turned to Amy and kissed her on the lips. Pleasingly they parted and I enjoyed the intimate embrace of tongue to tongue. Not to be left out; Kylie's soft lips were quickly on my cheek and I hardly had to move before my tongue slipped from Amy's mouth and pushed between Kylie's lips. From either side came hands to hold and play with my erection and scrotum.

You can imagine the fun we had before the intercourse started. How much I enjoyed fondling and sucking the girls breasts; how they wriggled and squealed when I went down the bed and nosed between their thighs, letting my tongue explore the soft wetness there; how pleasant for me to lie back as two mouths and tongues played on my penis all unseen in the dark and how tempting just to let myself come whilst imagining what I wouldn't be able to see - the sudden eruption of my semen into their mouths, on their tongues and making a sticky mess across their faces. But that was not the purpose of the exercise - instead there was to be hot, sweaty intercourse in the darkness of the Mediterranean night.

"Time to dress our friend, I think," said Amy with a giggle. "Go on Kylie, you've got the packet, you put one on - I want to fuck."

Crudely put; but that was the idea. Kylie's little fingers were on me rolling a condom down my cock as I moved onto my back and, almost before she'd finished Amy was straddling me and the fucking proper began.

In turns the girls let themselves down in the darkness to ride my latex sheathed cock. They must have wondered at my stamina or perhaps they were too inexperienced to know how difficult it is for men to hold back from coming when highly stimulated. The difference for me was that when I felt myself close to coming I simply stopped time and allowed myself to rest and recover before restarting time and letting the bouncing girl carry on. I was determined to last until they had both come.

Lovely to hear Amy repeating, "fuck, fuck, fuck," over and over again as she worked herself towards orgasm; enjoying for the first time not her fingers, not some hairbrush handle or that afternoon's banana but a real cock inside her. How enjoyable for me to hold and play with her breasts as she bounced - all hot and sweaty in my hands.

No sooner had Amy come than she rolled off me allowing Kylie to take her place. The already well lubricated but unfilled condom slipping easily into her as she repeated the actions of her friend and brought herself to orgasm.

"If you don't mind," I said in the darkness, "I think it is time for me to fill that reservoir you were so interested in. But I'd like to take you both from the rear, doggy fashion." 

They didn't mind at all and it was really good clambering up onto them as they waited side by side on the bed; lovely to press against their soft bottoms and slip inside them, one after the other, and fuck them in the manner of the beasts and feel my balls swinging away as I moved to and fro; so good to have a choice and be able to swop at will from one to the other.

Condom clad it mattered little within which of the girls I actually came; but I chose Kylie. I thought it might give her a bit of one upmanship with her dominant friend the next day along the lines of "neither of us are virgins but I'm the one who has had a man come inside me..."

Falling back on the bed quite exhausted I asked the girls again if they were going to stay the night; I very much fancied waking up with them and carrying on but, unfortunately, they were not keen. 

I turned the light on and they laughed at my drooping cock still wearing the condom. It was Amy who pulled it off me and held it up, "Yes you've filled the reservoir! Pity we couldn't see that. I do like seeing you come. I think it's really sexy!"

It was nice the way she knelt and kissed my cock goodbye.

We said our more normal goodbyes; they even gave me their mobile numbers saying that I must get in touch when they were back in England. Well maybe.

For the second time that day I stood naked at my front door and let the girls out into the street. It was certainly time for sleep – unfortunately alone.

What would the next day bring?



Time Stops in the Mediterranean Day 11



Day 11

It was my last day in the villa. Almost a week ago I had heard the letting agent saying to a departing family that the villa was empty for the week and so I had purloined the key and enjoyed free use of the villa ever since then; but what I did not know, had not discerned from the comment, was quite when, exactly, the week was up. It might be that I could actually 'borrow' the villa for yet another whole day but just as equally she might have meant the new occupants were arriving that very day; even quite early in the morning. Time to move and, hopefully, for the last time on the rapidly passing holiday.

You know how it is, how often men wake with an erection - the 'morning wood' as it is called - it may have something to do with the rather pleasant dream you have just been having or a simple matter of a desperate need to pee; anyway I woke up early to an iron hard erection and knew it was not going to 'go down' easily until I answered the call of nature but equally I could still recall that it had been a very good dream!

I lay there thinking about my dream, and where it might have lead to had I not woken up, whilst wanking gently as I thought about it and the fun I had enjoyed with the girls, Amy and Kylie, in that very bed the night before. It was a shame they had not stayed and so could have given them the benefit of my hardness but, sadly, they had not stayed. Equally it would have been a pity to waste the morning's ejaculation on a dream as there was plenty of real sex to be had out there in the morning sunshine so, instead of making a mess, I removed my hand and thought a swim down in the pool would be a good thing before breakfast; and an opportunity to show the sun what a 'big boy' I was that morning. Up I bounded from the bed, out onto the landing and down the stairs with my morning erection waving impressively in front of me - well I like to think it was impressive and it certainly felt that way!

It might also have been like that for the letting agent; certainly her face showed a look of surprise, indeed shock, as we came face to face on the stairs. Well, I say face to face but she being below and me above, it was more face to cock from her point of view! Or face to morning wood to be exact. Surprised? I should think so with a naked man suddenly before her with a rock solid penis. I was, of course, as surprised as she. It had not occurred to me she would do an inspection, least of all so early in the morning.

"What, who, what are you doing here... oh..." Her words automatic but then the greater realisation of my naked and aroused state. "Don't you touch me."

"Sorry," I said, backing a little up the stairs to reassure, "I didn't know you were here."

"What are you doing here and could you put some clothes on and cover that up."

Her eyes flicked to my cock again. Perhaps she was impressed after all! It is certainly the male belief that women are slightly awed by the male erection.

"I was just leaving actually; sorry. I just borrowed the villa for a few days; I haven't made a mess; it's a bit hot for clothes, you see - don't you agree?"

"No I certainly don't. Get yourself dressed; you shouldn't be here; get dressed and just go."

"Well if you put something on so will I."

"But I..."

Her reaction to the sudden discovery she was not wearing a stitch was rather amusing. I do not play pranks, as I have said, because I like my activities to be unnoticed but I was in a bit of a corner here. I suppose I could just have 'disappeared' leaving her to think she had just dreamt seeing me on the stairs or got dressed and hurried away whilst she tapped her foot, or even fucked her a little out of time before disappearing, but the sudden idea of her finding herself as naked as me and seeing her reaction caught hold. After all she was not exactly bad looking and worth the closer look.

Her hands went to the whiteness of her breasts and darkness of her pubic hair to hide them from me. Clearly naked sun bathing was not her thing. It almost looked as if she had a white bikini on if the large brown areolae and the glossy black curls between her thighs were ignored - and that was not easy to do.

I lent casually against the wall of the stairs, my erection still at attention. "Do you always inspect your villas naked? Must be fun stripping off as you walk in the door, wander around with you clip board feeling ever so free and, I am sure, having a quick naked dip in the pool. It is so much nicer swimming like that. I was just going to have a swim... care to join me?" I had to raise my voice for the last bit as she was already rushing away, no doubt seeking her clothes. She was not going to find them or my clothes or sheets or a towel. I had, out of time, cleared the villa of all possible covering and hidden them away just outside the villa. I'd quite enjoyed walking naked down the street looking for a hiding place, still looking impressive - not that anyone noticed of course.

As the letting agent ran around the house rather frantically looking for something to cover herself up I did take the opportunity of relieving the pressure on my bladder before slipping into the swimming pool.

Of course she came back. There was nothing else she could do. She could hardly run down the street naked and she had not even got her car keys anymore so a quick nip into her car wasn't even an option.

"Enjoy your exercise? Do you go for an early morning run usually? I'd love to see you pounding along the track - naked I assume. A very pretty sight if I may say so." I swum lazily looking up at her short body. She probably could run naked as her breasts were not very large and would not bounce around too much. It would be good to see a sheen of sweat on her nicely rounded buttocks and perhaps a dampness about her dark pubic hair just catching the sunlight.

"Where are my clothes? How did you do that? What do you want?"

What did I want? Well, as she was asking... no not yet. "I was about to make some coffee. Care to join me?"

I padded across the sunlit area around the pool and into the kitchen.

"I'm intrigued. Do you inspect the villas solo or do you bring a friend? It must be fun wandering around both naked - pleasantly cool. Is it a regular boyfriend or just a colleague - do you have sex whilst working, perhaps a few strokes in one room, a few in another, in the pool and then it is on to the next villa to repeat it all over again keeping yourself in a constant state of sexual arousal?"

She looked at me as if I was talking complete nonsense - which I was really.

"Sugar and milk? Perhaps no partner then, just some peaceful contemplative masturbation here and there; my own thought entirely. I usually have a wank after my coffee; it sets me up for the morning. Would you care to join me?"

The letting agent was open mouthed; quite bewildered at what she was hearing and what was going on and no doubt frightened too.

"You're going to rape me - please don't - I have a husband."

I put her coffee down. "Don't be silly. Whatever gave you that idea? I never said anything about sexual intercourse - I mean, I hardly know you! So, a husband. Do you inspect villas naked with him then? Must be nice doing that and having sex in so many different places. Do you sometimes walk about whilst having intercourse? It must be difficult climbing stairs. I'd like to see that."

I took a sip of coffee, before continuing.

"No, all I said was I like to have a wank about this time of a morning and I wondered if you would like to do the same. We can watch each other - which would be rather nice: but if you want to fuck, well, I suppose we could if you really want. It'd be a nice change from wanking; perhaps we can try walking around the house whilst..."

"You misunderstand - I don't want to; don't want to... have sex with you. Where are my clothes?"

"Where you left them I suppose. Do you need anything - oil, cucumber, hairbrush... I'm not too up on what girls need to wank. It's different isn't it?"

The letting agent was starting to understand.

"You want me to masturbate with you?"

"That'd be fun wouldn't it?"

"And then I can go?"

"Well, actually, you can go now, if you like, seems a shame, though, not to take the opportunity; lovely sunny day."

"But I haven't got any clothes on."

"It's much easier to masturbate like that and I'm sure one good orgasm and you will remember where you left your clothes. One good orgasm and you won't see me anymore."

My hand dropped to my cock and I began to stroke it. I'd done that many times before on the beach looking at girls out of time but just casually starting to do that with the letting agent feet from me was quite a different thing. Certainly she thought so and was open mouthed with surprise.

"I think," I said settling down upon a lounger and motioning for her to take the one opposite, "it is traditional for girls to start with the breasts and nipples."

It was dawning on her this was the only way out and perhaps, after all, she was finding the situation erotic. Perhaps she had an exhibitionist streak she did not realise was there, perhaps the idea of exposing her sex and masturbating as a stranger watched did turn her on; that would be a puzzle for her in the future. Would the situation be something she recalled when she masturbated alone, would her mind embellish the erotic fantasy perhaps with other men, indeed even a whole group watching as her fingers played. Would she relish the idea of all their penises becoming hard just because of her; imagining watching them all rise in response to her body and her playing fingers?

The letting agent settled herself down on the lounger and her hand touched her breasts. I smiled encouragingly and was pleased to see her eyes were actually watching my moving hand. She too began to play.

What was interesting was once she got going... she got going. There was more to this apparently slightly prim and proper woman than met the eye. My suspicion was that discovering the sexual aspect of her body as a young girl had been quite a revelation and masturbation had become somewhat of a hobby; perhaps she had graduated to a number of boyfriends before settling down with this husband who was probably not at all dissatisfied with what he found in his bedroom. Speculation; but interesting to build a premise on limited information.

Gradually her hands moved downwards to stroke her thighs and then, was it to tease me or her, her thighs opened and the flower of her sex came into view - not hidden in shadow but very clear in the bright Mediterranean sun. Her fingers stroked the inside of her thighs coming closer and closer - and she actually smiled at me as she touched her lips and let her fingers circle. My hand moved a little faster.

She bunched the fingers of her right hand together and brought them to her mouth and, slipped them in between her lips whilst staring at me. There was no question that she was not very deliberately miming fellatio in a quite erotic way - not least when she removed her fingers and licked slowly up them to their tips. "No touching - your rules!" she said.

Back down her body went the still bunched fingers and she lifted her bottom off the lounger to meet them as she pushed them into herself. I had to hand it to her; she was putting on quite a show and seemingly enjoying herself. Perhaps I should have suggested intercourse after all - or was it just the opportunity to exhibit she was enjoying? Certainly it was a good to watch but I would not have declined an invitation to join her.

From her vagina her wet fingers moved to 'diddle' her clit but her eyes kept to my hand stroking my cock. "I didn't expect," she said, "to like this but I find I'm almost coming... yes nearly. Go on, do what you said, let me see you come, empty those hairy balls, let's see your stuff fly! Oh, fuck, I'm nearly, nearly there!"

Certainly her fingers were moving fast and I let my own do the same. I stared at her fingers, and her sun drenched open sex and tipped myself over the edge and emptied myself across my tummy.

"Is that all?" she said and then clamped her thighs around her hand and screwed up her face in evident orgasm. Nice to see but as for her disparaging remarks: well, it is not easy keeping the seminal vessels topped up when you have as much sex as I do on holiday. It was not as if I had a week or month's worth saved up for her!

I was gone. One moment there: the next she was alone. Alone and naked, with a warm glow to her body and a very wet hand: but all alone. Strewn near the stairs were her clothes and, around her, a villa looking as neat and tidy as when she had left it a week ago. Her head went one way and then the other seeking for me but there was nothing to find; around the villa she went looking with a puzzled expression on her face; not even pausing to dress first. Had she perhaps come around to my way of thinking that it was best to inspect naked?

It had actually taken me about an hour out of time to bring the bed clothes back and tidy up whilst she lay there frozen in time at the moment of her climax and very erotic she had looked too. Not that I could take any advantage of that: having so recently come myself. My flaccid penis swinging unconcernedly as I worked, its little eye studiously examining the floor as if avoiding looking me in the face and getting on with its manly business.

She did not see me but that did not mean I was not there. It was just I was behind her or looking through a nearly closed door or from a cupboard.

It was just as she bent to pick up her clothes that my penis stirred and began to take interest again. Perhaps it was seeing those rounded buttocks straight on and taut, perhaps it was the vulnerability of a woman bending forwards with legs a little apart, perhaps it was the sunlight shining directly between her thighs starkly showing the curly black hairs silhouetted against the light, perhaps it was the sight of the pink still engorged lips and her little wrinkled bottom hole. Frozen in time she did not see me advancing upon her, out of time she did not feel the touch of my erection on her sex, out of time she did not feel the gentle grasp of my hands on her hips, out of time she did not feel the steady slide of a stranger's cock up the masturbation lubricated tunnel she so carefully kept for her husband; nor did she feel the touch of my thighs against her bottom cheeks as I reached full depth. I had, perhaps, said nothing about sexual intercourse but that did not mean it had not been on my mind all along.

It was tempting to restart time and enjoy her wriggling against me trying to free herself but it was more peaceful to simply enjoy her as she was - warm, soft, wet and compliant: just not moving. The sun was warm, the sky blue and there I was for the second time in an hour enjoying sexual activity with the letting agent: in and out, in and out, in and out - the rhythm of sexual intercourse steadily exciting me towards ejaculation. Normally I did not risk that unless the girl was already or about to be inseminated by another but, I reasoned, having come so recently all over my tummy when masturbating with her, the quantity of semen would be small – indeed much less than the limited show she had been so disparaging about - and hardly noticeable given she was already wet and about to put her panties on. She would probably attribute any extra wetness or stickiness to her own lubrication. After all, to her own mind my penis and its squirting eye had been nowhere near to her. The reality was, of course, rather different and that potentially squirting eye was deep inside her and perhaps already leaking a little bit.

A second ejaculation shortly after a first is always so much more electric and differently pleasurable from the first. It took a time coming but there was nothing wrong in that and come it did. I grimaced, screwed up my eyes and let go, holding my penis fully within her as the spasms came.

Restarting time she might feel something, the momentary feeling of indentation on her thighs caused by my holding hands, a momentary loss of balance as she would not be in quite the same position as before I had stopped time and of course there would be the feeling of a dilated vagina closing.

There are limited effects from out of time activity. If skin is pressed it stays pressed until time restarts but the feeling is momentary, if a vagina is penetrated it retains the shape of the invading penis until time restarts but then it closes. It is only the rather rougher handling which has more than a momentary feeling. My squeezing of Dave, the girl in the grey dress' boyfriend's balls a couple of days before had been a good example - the balls stayed squashed until time restarted when the clamp of my hand would cease to hold them but by then the effect would register - as it did. Squeezed balls hurt for a long time: a touch to buttocks, breasts, hips, sex even, does not persist.

Withdrawing I stepped backwards and restarted time. There was a momentary pause from the girl, an "ooh," but then she carried on picking up her panties, straightening and putting them on. There was no realisation on her part that she had just had sexual intercourse, that a penis other than her husband's had just invaded her and left a calling card: indeed, that a cuckoo had been in her nest. No idea that I was standing right behind her with a penis fresh from her sex, still wet from her and still dripping with what I had left within her.

Would she be extra kind to her husband that night after her strange experience? Had it all been just a day dream - of the morning? It would be interesting to find out but perhaps it was time to leave her alone and move on. Out of time I dressed, picked up my backpack, and quietly in time let myself out of the front door leaving one of the best holiday villas I had ever had. I would miss it.

I would have to be careful where I moved to; I could see the letting agent being rather more than careful in the future about empty villas and I did not really want her turning up complete with the heavy mob. Not that would really be a problem but I would rather avoid the difficulty. I would need to try and avoid any she was letting.

So there I was, homeless once more, a figure trudging the streets with a little backpack in sandals, shorts, hat and shirt with nowhere to call his own - a forlorn, sad, lonely figure walking, like Chaplin, up the long road into the distance: well not really!

I had three more nights on the island and it had not been often in the past that I could not find somewhere to stay and, frankly, a night on the beach was not really a problem. I could even sleep on the floor under Amy or Kylie's bed only it was a bit hard there and they might be a little surprised if they heard me snoring. There was no real reason why I could not sleep in a spare room at an occupied villa if I could find one. That would have the advantage of a very short walk before sleep after I had played the cuckoo to some sweet unsuspecting girl or couple but having the disadvantage of an early rise and quick departure. No leisurely coffee by the pool and a cooling dip - though I could probably always take a warming early 'dip' in the girl before departure! 

What about a little flat complex each with its own little balcony overlooking the communal swimming pool? Being able to sit on my balcony and watch the comings and goings of the other occupants choosing whom to play games with; perhaps making the rounds if they were all young and nubile (well the girls anyway). The trouble was it is difficult to get into flats without someone opening the door.

The same cannot be said about hotel bedrooms - the keys tend to be hanging up in reception - and my footsteps eventually took me to a place I had stayed before. It was a hotel at the upper end of the market, rather removed with its own beach and grounds with a first class swimming pool and good but overpriced restaurant. Once upon a time it would have been a simple matter looking through a book or card index to find which rooms were free - if any - but computerisation has made this a lot more difficult particularly as computers do not work out of time. Finding a master key was comparatively easy (on the hook under the reception desk labelled 'master key') and, overcoming the computer difficulty, I was not over surprised to find after a bit of shuffling of paper that the staff had printed off an occupancy list which showed a few free rooms (the paperless office does not really exist and nor does the paperless hotel!).




Time Stops in the Mediterranean Day 11



I chose and was not disappointed in my room: big with a double bed that could have taken three people comfortably (but how often do three people sleep in a bed?), bathroom with separate multi-jet shower; lots of quality bottles of shower gel, body lotion and the like; easy chairs and a balcony overlooking the swimming pool.

Showered and in swimming trunks and towelling robe I wandered down, paperback in hand, nodding familiarly to the reception staff, and out to the pool and bar. Sitting, with a cold glass of beer, I looked around. Good to see happy people on holiday. There was a general air of contentment: the sun was hot, the swimming pool blue, the loungers plentiful, the water warm, the beer cold and the girls pretty. I was happy - window shopping before I made my choice. My eyes were drawn to a little dark haired girl with not much swell in her bikini top or particularly wide hips but she was lithe and pleasing to the eye with pale, new to the island, skin. By contrast I noted a statuesque German girl almost a caricature in her blondness and strong features. Her limbs bronzed by the sun. The büstenhalter under her white tee shirt restraining what promised to be very substantial handfuls and I could not help but ponder on what lay beneath her green shorts. Her hips were wide in the shorts and the brass zipper at the front bounced as she moved, catching the sunlight, almost as in invitation to slide it downwards permitting a hand egress to explore.

I like choice; I liked lying there on a lounger with my beer and speculating. Glancing around I could see a few other men likewise engaged; speculation, though, is a risky business for men - particularly those dressed in Speedos. I was amused to see a dark haired young man hastily turn on to his front but not before I had seen the growing bulge; the very clear outline of an erecting penis. After a few minutes he rolled back over and all was well. I wondered whether it had forced itself up through the waistband letting the shiny mauve head peep out; what would the girls have thought of that had they seen it? Shock, amusement or perhaps covert, rather interested glances as, after all, he was not at all bad looking. Would his girlfriend have whispered to him, "Johnny, your cock's showing again. Shall we go upstairs and I'll take care of it for you." Imagine her leading him by the hand past the swimming pool with his erection outlined in his Speedos and its head poking out of the top - everyone knowing where they were going but not sure, quite, what, precisely, she was going to do about his problem.

Would the girls have preferred it if the girlfriend had made him take the Speedos off and stand there in his proudness... or embarrassment; perhaps made him present to each of the girls in turn so they could each take a go in pulling at his erection until one was lucky enough to cause the spasm; perhaps there would be applause before he returned to hide his now limp cock in the Speedos once again. An amusing fantasy.

There was no hurry to the afternoon and I picked up my book and read. It was not my villa and I missed it but as hotels went it was very pleasant. It was about an hour later that I noticed the tall German girl leaving the poolside. I had done enough reading; it was time to put the book down.

It was easy enough to follow her at a distance and see which bedroom she went into. Standing outside her room I wondered what she was doing. Had she come up to change into her swimming costume to take a dip in the pool, had she come up for a lie down and a late afternoon nap or to change and leave the hotel for some early restaurant date? Would I find her already bare breasted, lying on the bed or making ready for a shower?

I heard the water start - had I missed her undressing?

The sound of the water, indeed all sound suddenly stopped and I inserted the master key in the lock and turned. I had not entirely missed the undressing but already her shirt and bra were lying on a chair and there she was facing me half naked. The promised handfuls were exactly that. Once her breasts had started growing they had evidently not stopped. Her mother would have been almost continually visiting the Geschäft or Kaufhaus for more and more substantial büstenhalter. The pair of breasts she was carrying on her chest was a male dream: though probably a trial to her. They were big, wonderfully eye turningly big. My impression, though, despite their impediment was that she was a fit girl used to plenty of exercise. I wondered if she perhaps jogged. Her sports bra would undoubtedly need to be well built to restrain her breasts from excessive oscillation. The image of her running naked across the parched landscape of the island in just running shoes and little white socks with her breasts bouncing unrestrained and out of control was highly erotic to me; but not at all realistic for her. She simply could not have done that.

They were lovely to play with; and play I did whilst she stood there unmoving, completely unaware that her breasts were being bounced up and down, her nipples pulled and that a man was standing behind her feeling with open hands just how full her büstenhalter would be - indeed I did all the things men so like to do with a women's breasts.

Of course I played with that brass zip; it was too much to resist. Kneeling before her, with those magnificent breasts above me, I took hold and slowly pulled the brass zipper down and peeked within at little white frilly panties with just a hint of golden down showing over the top. How exciting to just slip one finger in and feel the spring of her curls under those panties and then to curl over the waistband and explore downwards into the little hidden valley. Erotic? Well, despite already having come all over my tummy and fucked the letting agent that very morning, I was as hard as a proverbial rock in my shorts! So very tempting to bend her over the bed, pull the shorts and panties down and just fuck away with my hands clasping those breasts. But, of course, sex is very much about anticipation. It is the prospect of sex that makes you hard; it is the prospect of sex that makes you wet; most of the fun is in the anticipation and in remaining in a state of hardness or wetness for as long as possible. 

Whilst I knew when I restarted time she would be undressed in a moment and all I had to do was wait a few seconds outside her door it seemed much more interesting to see her take her shorts off. Unfortunately there was not a strategically positioned wardrobe that I could hide in so, instead, I simply stood behind her having checked my reflection would not appear in any mirror she could see, and restarted time. Back came sound and movement - always a bit startling in its intensity - and with one easy movement the girl undid her shorts and pulled them down complete with frilly panties revealing a beautiful bottom with just the hint of those blond curls hiding between her legs. Without glancing behind her, or turning around, she walked to the bathroom and disappeared inside oblivious to my presence feet from her leaving the shorts and panties lying on the floor.

I still did not know if she had come to her room for a rest or to get ready to go out. Would she come back from her shower and lie on the bed, just slightly damp but cool for sleep or slip on some clothes for the evening? Peeking into the shower I watched her hands running over her body washing herself as she, helpfully from my perspective, faced away from the door.

Sitting on the bed I waited for the girl to finish her shower. My hands were not idle as I picked up the impressive bra, still warm from her, and examined it. Perhaps I would dress her in it later. It would not be the first occasion that I have spent a happy evening dressing an out of time girl. It beats Barbie anytime and you can do a lot more with a real girl than you can with Barbie - well of course you can!

The sound of the shower stopping and the curtain being drawn back was my cue. Now, would she have that nap, put on that swimsuit or get ready to go out? It was easiest to wait outside and down the corridor. If she didn't reappear I would go and find out, if she did well then I could follow. 

She was almost out of the door when I stopped time again and shook my head. She did look lovely in her dress but I could see the outline of panties under the material. Really there was no need for panties. It was so much easier for the men if they were dispensed with and on a hot night, no doubt, pleasingly cool especially if there was a breeze to ruffle secret curls and, in any case, they spoilt the line of her dress. It was an easy thing for me to remove them; a lifting of the dress and a gently tug and down they came. I stepped inside and watched as the door closed and her footsteps disappeared down the corridor before popping the pair back into the drawer she had probably removed them from moments before. I wondered how long it would be before she discovered what she had 'forgotten.' Would I hear footsteps returning or would she be half way through the evening before she realised? I picked up and examined a bottle of massage oil. If she returned I was going to have to fuck her: if she did not then that would come later and I would have to follow her first.

There was no sound of returning footsteps. I was going to have to follow but I needed to put shorts and a shirt on first. My swimsuit dropped to the floor and I stepped into her shower and turned both the water and time on.

A quick shower where her naked body had been showering moments before and, stopping time, a quick dry on her towel before picking up my costume and sauntering back to my room past several people who completely missed the fact that I was naked. Dressed and respectable I wandered down to the foyer, starting time on the empty stairwell and found my German girl only just out of the front door. Being able to stop time does considerably reduce the need to hurry about for anything. I don't 'just' miss trains!

Was it going to be a date? Would this be a new relationship? Might I be involved in the couple's first fuck? Nice to be invited in to help but rather unlikely! I would be an undetected third person on the bed, a second penis exploring her body. But that was presupposing a male date. Well, if it was a girl that would not be a problem – both would be explored and probed instead!

It was not a man but it wasn't a girl either - it was a whole gaggle of girls having a girls' night out. No sex then - I did not, alas, foresee a lesbian orgy for me to pick my way out of time from one sopping vulva to another doing 'the rounds.' Not anything like that with the talk and laughter all about boys that I heard as I sat on my own at the next table in the restaurant.

Perhaps you pity me sitting lonely at my table. The only singleton in the restaurant whilst all around me happy couples, happy families and the happy group of girls talk and laugh. A bit of a loner maybe? Well I am gregarious enough normally but I do like my summer holidays of secret sex. Like most men I do like to look at the girls but I, of course, can do more than look. As I ate my fish I was very happily engaged in deciding which of the group of girls was going to have the pleasure of my company later and whilst another man might have directed a quick glance at a girl's chest and admired what was half displayed there it was only me who had got up from his table and gone across and undertaken a proper and intimate look. I expect the odd pair of eyes had speculated whether the generously endowed Germanic looking girl was actually wearing panties under her dress but only I knew the truth of that and which of the other girls was not wearing any either!

I was not surprised to find I chose to follow the German girl back. There were other very pretty and attractive girls but she seemed unfinished business. It was a pity she had not met a young man for a date. I would like to have seen her engaged in sex with a man but would have to settle with simply seeing my own cock sliding into her. There was always the massage oil to ease the task though I do prefer the natural lubrication that results from a couple playing together.

A quiet drink by the pool back at the hotel, a leisurely shower in my room and then bare footed, indeed bare completely, I walked down the corridor to the German girl's room; out of time of course. It had seemed easier to let her undress, do her ablutions and even go to sleep before I turned up. I was actually surprised to find her bedside light on and her eyes still open. What was more of a surprise was what I discovered between her thighs when I drew the sheet down – it was a large plastic vibrator. Evidently she was missing not having a date for the evening. A surprise really because there would have been plenty of young men ready to bed her at her slightest request. She could have had a queue of men waiting if she had wished and all equipped with the real thing: not plastic vibrating penises.

Of course I only discovered this after I had played once more with her remarkable breasts; indeed after I'd bumped my cock against her lips and it was only when I drew the sheet the whole way down the bed to view her hips and have a more intimate look at her fair curls that I had discovered the object. And there it had been, fully inserted in all its blue plastic glory and no doubt buzzing away though, out of time, it was as silent and unmoving as its owner.

It was not the first vibrator or dildo I have removed from a girl before replacing it with my cock. Indeed there have also been plenty of real penises that I have pulled from vaginas and replaced with my own. Wet slippery firm vibrators and wet slippery firm penises! For a heterosexual man I have handled a remarkable number of dildos and cocks!

It was nice watching the blue vibrator sliding out. Taking hold of its end and simply pulling. It was a big one and my erection did not really measure up to it. My big German girl evidently liked to be filled. It would be interesting to know if she had ever been filled by a real penis which was actually as big - a pity she didn't have a boyfriend that big so I could have seen the reality.

I enjoyed playing with the vibrator, watching the domed end slipping into her and pushing the whole thing in and out. Of course it would have been more fun if it had been buzzing away as I fucked her with it and the girl looking up at me and encouraging me on with a, "Ya, ya, das ist gut" before wrapping her lips around my cock: but that was not on the cards at all.

Fun sliding the vibrator in and out: more fun sliding my own cock in and out though with vagina shaped to the vibrator I was rather conscious that I did not fill her at all! I say 'fill' but I mean fill with cock not fill with semen as it was not my intention to come within her. Back in time she would probably notice the much creamier lubrication all over her vibrator which did not come from her own body and the tell tale dried puddle on the sheet in the morning would have surprised both her and certainly suggested to the maid cleaning her room in the morning that the German girl had not been alone in bed the night before.

No, it was not an opportunity to play the full cuckoo but a very pleasant opportunity for what is, I believe, known as a 'titty fuck.' It was the obvious male thing to do; to straddle her chest and hold my penis in the soft valley of her large breasts, wrap them around it and fuck away making a lovely mess in the process!

Of course I dribbled a little semen into her mouth. It would be good for her. Rather less fun was clearing up after me but I could not leave her like that: however much I might admire her breasts adorned with the pearls of my ejaculation.

Carefully I rearranged my German girl, slipped the vibrator home, pulled up the sheet and kissed her on the lips before letting myself out; leaving her to finish her masturbation in peace unaware that she had just been fucked for real and sprayed with a strange man's seed - very strange actually! I hoped she had a good climax. As for me it was back to my room for a good long sleep.



Time Stops in the Mediterranean Day 12



Day 12

Another day, another glorious day; it is what I so like about a Mediterranean summer compared to an English one - the guarantee of sunshine and warmth. It is not to say I do not like England in the summer; an English summer's day spent in the perfect English countryside can be the best of things drifting into a warm English night - but there is no guarantee, no assurance at all of perseverance. Even in July or August you can have a whole fortnight of cloud and plentiful rain - a holiday spoilt though you do try and 'make the best' of it in that dogged 'stiff upper lip' English way. At least the weather gives the Englishman an ever ready, and interesting, topic of conversation.

What to do? Should I have a day of abstinence - a day to recharge my batteries so to speak but, like the Duracell bunny, my twin, swinging 'power cells' seemed to be maintaining their charge; indeed the gauge was pointing right up when I awoke in my borrowed bed just as it had done the day before!

Should I spend a morning on the beach comparing breasts? It is certainly a way I have spent time or rather out of time, undoing bikinis and swimsuits and making a comparison. Large breasts, small breasts, rounded as apples or pointy like pears, big areolae, small little pale pink ones, breasts all shades of brown and some whiter than white as if they have never seen the sun. Walking around out of time inspecting and completely naked, unworried if my erection pops up - as it does - is most enjoyable. Perhaps catch a few pretty girls licking ice creams and gently move the cone away to be replaced with my own cornet. I have often wondered just quite what the reaction of the girl would be if I was to restart time, how long would the pink tongue continue it lick, how far would it slip wetly up the curving dark pinkness of my plum head before there were words or worse? Feeling instead of the cornet the soft/hardness of my erection clasped in her hand.  If she was alone, rather than on a crowded beach, it might be worth seeing just for a moment, leave her with the improbably memory of a second or two when her ice cream became a cock.

Descending from my hotel room I got as far as the reception before my eye was captured. It was as clear as the day is long that they were a honeymoon couple. The new clothes, the way they looked at each other, the emphasis on 'Mrs' at the reception gave it away. The piece of blue confetti on the back of her dress merely confirmed the obvious. What a lovely honeymoon for them, to come to the island and the particular hotel I was staying in. It would be bliss for them. All that sand, sea and sex.

It was unlikely in the modern world that they would be new to sex, new with each other or, indeed, inexperienced with earlier girl and boyfriends. I looked at the pretty girl with her long fair hair, little round smiling face and matching round breasts and wondered how many penises her lips had caressed, how many boyfriends had groaned and filled her mouth with their warm, sticky pearly fluid? Did it match the number who had groaned and deposited their semen between her thighs, thighs pleasingly outlined in her thin new cotton dress?

Had they already consummated the marriage? Had there been opportunity since the wedding and the bridal breakfast to lie together or had the act so necessary to complete the marriage not yet taken place? It seemed unlikely with the confetti still clinging: it seemed more likely they had been driven to the airport after a long night of partying and spent their wedding night asleep on the aeroplane high above Europe unable to undertake that so important exercise.

I had been planning on a walk but the opportunity of watching, even assisting consummation, was attractive and there was always the chance that this was their first time; the chance that the girl had been saving herself.

There was no need to follow them to find out their room number. It was after all printed on the key in the young groom's hand and a quick inspection out of time secured the information. 

I gave them a few minutes before returning upstairs. It was extremely promising to find the girl already in bed under a single sheet and her new husband in the shower. Slowly I pulled the sheet down her body to gradually revealing her naked form. A certain dampness of hair and skin revealed she had already showered. Her round breasts, rather flattened by her lying down, were already topped by erect little nipples indicating she was excited. I stood admiring the pale pinkness of their surrounding areolae; such a pretty shade of pigmentation and lovely to see the circle of little bumps surrounding each nipple. Pleasing to run a finger around, just feeling the tiny bumps on my finger's end.

I pulled the sheet a little further. A flat tummy with the sweet indentation of her tummy button and then the first hint of blond pubic hair. It is funny how erotic pubic hair is. No different from the curly hair of a beard or a man's chest, or really the hair on a girl's head, but how suggestive is just the glimpse of a few strands, whether peeking from above a bikini or, indeed, a few wisps appearing further down. The sheet moved on and the whole patch of blond strands came into few almost obscuring the little slit. My finger, though, found it and traced the little valley downwards until it disappeared between her thighs. Well, well, well she was certainly excited! My finger had found her clitoris and there was no mistaking it was erect - a really standing little knob as big as her nipples.  Moving the sheet even further I carefully opened her legs.

Is the female sex beautiful?  Is an erect penis beautiful? Well, I suppose, like faces, some are more attractive than others and like faces they vary a very great deal.  And beauty is in the eye of the beholder. It depends what you like. I liked what I saw very much! Pale pink crinkliness hiding the entrance to her body but with her clitoris peeking out from between the crinkled lips.  A sweet little erection. I bent, I extended my tongue and touched the little raised nub with just the tip and circled lightly. So soft and so hard. I drew it into my mouth and sucked gently, just as I would on a nipple, as my nose, tickled by her blond curls took in her warm scent. Releasing her clitoris my tongue travelled downwards, parting the folds and sought her entrance.  I still did not know whether she was well used to tongues slipping into her - had more than one boy or even a girl done that? Had a stiff penis pushed that way, had many stiff penises pushed and entered her leaving their calling cards or had the only stiffness that had slipped wetly inwards been her own fingers and perhaps the odd plastic, rounded object as she wondered what the real thing would be like - one day?

My tongue slipped in, as my whole face was pressed into her wetness, exploring as far as I could extend.  Exiting, I travelled back up and once more ran my tongue around her rather prominent clitoris before gently sucking on it again.

Rising I was tempted to remove my shorts and let my penis head enter a little, or rather a lot, but first I wanted to watch and listen to them. Gently I closed her thighs and replaced the sheets before entering the wardrobe and making myself comfortable. I am a man of wardrobes! The crack of the doorway afforded an excellent view. Willing time to restart I was not surprised by the 'oooh' from the girl and the widening of eyes. It was unlikely that the slight retained squashing of her clitoris would not be felt by her as the skin reformed. Obviously she would put it down to her own sexual excitement and not to having just had her sex orally manipulated out of time by a stranger now lurking in her wardrobe. The idea would not occur to her!

The sound of the shower ceased and the girl's thighs moved under the sheet. Their gently rubbing together was a further indication of her excitement. Here was a girl ready for intercourse and awaiting her husband.

She glanced towards the bathroom and on cue her husband appeared. Not for him the towelling robe or even a towel. Clearly he had decided there was no need for modesty. Her face was a picture with the round 'O' of her mouth as she saw him. Could this really be their first time or were they just playing?  I was surprised his cock was not erect considering how hard I was - and how upstanding was his wife's clitoris. They smiled at each other and he lifted the sheet.

"Oh, they are so beautiful," he said. And with that the blood began to pump and his erection came, a thickening and then with jerky movement it raised itself up into the air, as the foreskin retracted revealing the pale pink streamlined helmet head, pumping upwards until it reached its full height. Such a lovely thing for the new bride to see. The dramatic effect just the sight of her breasts had on her man.

Her eyes were wide and fixed on the object that had so suddenly appeared just inches from her face. I rather felt this was a test. If they were experienced together she would surely suck: if this was all very new then she might just touch - a tentative reaching and holding.

Her hand reached and touched. "Oh," she said, "it's so big and hard."

Well, isn't that just what men want to hear!  But were they play acting or was this really their first time?

"I've always wondered. Oh, I'm so glad I saved myself for you, Johnnie."

He bent over her and they kissed as his hand went to a breast and her grasp of his penis held.  It was a long kiss.

Could I really be witnessing a married couple's first fuck? Their first intimate fumblings?

It truly seemed so. There was a gentle exploration; how lovely to witness the way, as they kissed and touched, her thighs gradually opened - was it conscious or actually a subconscious reaction to the stimulation her body was receiving. I had already seen the pretty pink flower of her sex but it was delightful to see it all slowly revealed as her thighs parted. It was not long before his hand was stoking the springy vee of curls hiding her little slit before venturing further; first one then two digits venturing inside her as he took the first formal steps of entering into possession of his new bride.

Despite the air conditioning the room was warm and there was no need of the sheet and it seemed forgotten as the two of them made love.

Even with the girl as wet as she was, I was not surprised that inexperience showed in the husband failing to push his knob at the right place. There was a giggle, "Not there, silly!" And her hand came to guide. 

I had almost been about to step out of the wardrobe and help as I am positively expert at positioning for intercourse but perhaps my firm grasp and careful locating of knob and opening would not have been welcome!

The husband pushed, the wife accepted and the girl was virgin no longer. They began to fuck; their bodies joined together in that special way as I watched feeling very excited by what I was witnessing and knowing it would soon be my turn.

"Oh dear, I'm going to..."

I expected the next word from the new husband would be "come" but that would just have to wait. 

Time had stopped and in the silence of the bridle bedroom a man stepped from the wardrobe and his shorts, pants and tee shirt dropped to the floor, leaving him naked and massively erect (well I am writing this you know!) 

It is not at all an easy job extracting a man from a woman when they are in the missionary position - actually that is not so much the difficult job as getting him out of the way. Pulling on the man's hips so he slides out is easy enough. Though can you imagine the scene with me pulling the groom's hairy buttocks towards me - me with a straining erection so obviously wanting to be pushed into something. To an out of time onlooker that would have looked a trifle homosexual, as if I was about to fuck his arse whilst he fucked his new bride. Maybe the persistence of feeling on his bumped against prostate would have intensified his orgasm when time started - but he was most definitely not going to find out! Instead, with some difficulty and risk of back injury, I was able to move him aside and onto his back where he lay unseeing with his cock sticking up in the air. 

A cock, I can report, looking very fine indeed and undoubtedly caught just at the moment of ejaculation: foreskin slid fully back, ridge prominent all along its body, head looking particularly full, dark mauve and shiny and, was I imagining it, the little slit already half open with the pressure of the semen pouring up the shaft to fill the new bride and seal the marriage. Easy to imagine the sudden stream of semen spouting forth. But that would have to wait. It would be my penis that would first release its special fluid deep in the young bride - the naughty cuckoo laying his eggs in other men's nests!

Not now the demure girl nervous about her first fuck. No need to open the pretty thighs and reveal the soft fair curliness all around her sex, no need to part the pink crinkliness to find her secret entrance. There below the standing erection of her clitoris was the wide open canal - so recently vacated by her new husband's erection. Properly, in time, actually still containing it - the paradox of time stop! Indeed it was about to receive at the same moment in time two ejaculations from two separate penises. Something not normally a physical possibility: the double penetration of a vagina by two men at the same time.

The contemplation of the act was enjoyable in itself. Just gazing down at the girl and gently wanking was so pleasant. Her sweet erection still too lovely to resist and once more I slipped her clitoris between my lips marvelling at the amount of oily lubrication her husband had coaxed from her - the overflowing wetness of a young girl in heat - a pleasure to lap and drink.

At first kneeling; and then lying in her husband's place atop her soft breasts I slipped myself inside her. Always a pleasure to find and know that you are a little bit bigger than the next man - in my case the physically next man on the bed - as there was just a little resistance as I pushed myself up the virgin canal; the smooth sensitive skin of my knob probing.  I settled myself into the easy rhythm of intercourse; my own bottom rising and falling in much the same way the husband's had done; invading this girl without any permission whatsoever.

Of course I slid for a long time, of course I paused and played with her breasts, of course I changed my position a little to watch my penetrating penis disappearing into the girl's sex but there came a point when I just had to let go and let my knob have its way and let the orgasm and semen flow. A speeding of motion, a certain urgency to the pushing and then it happened – spurt, spurt, spurt deep within her.

I rested and then came the difficult job of manhandling the husband back into position - not least in ensuring his cock was properly positioned, inserted and pushed home. If you are going to handle another man's erection then probably the best thing is to be in charge of its insertion into a woman!

Looking down at my efforts I thought all was back where it should be. Legs (four) in the right positions, arms (four) ditto, mouths (two) touching, cock (one) loaded and fully inserted right up to the balls (two). The only difference was that the husband's knob was now bathed in the product of my ejaculation - but that was not at all visible. Amusing to me but as soon as I started time he would immediately be adding to the creaminess all around her cervix. In the aftermath of intercourse she would find herself simply dripping with cum. Perhaps it would impress her and make her proud of what her husband had 'done' or would she just suppose that the norm?

Dressed and back in my wardrobe I restarted time

"... come."

Well, that was a surprise!

"Oh yes, yes, fuck me, I'm, I'm coming too... oooh."

Excellent. Absolutely excellent. This lovely young couple had achieved that elusive mutual orgasm on their very first bedding. And, of course, it was actually one better than others achieve as there had, in fact, been three simultaneous orgasms!

Perhaps I would catch them again; it would be nice to fuck her a second time but it would be equally pleasing just to watch them at play and see the young bride taken again. Perhaps see them try doggy-style or watch as she discovered the pleasures of oral sex - but it was time to get on with the day and go for a walk.

I do not normally play pranks, not for me the somewhat unkind removal of clothes out of time leaving the victim embarrassed, confused, even frightened but there are exceptions and this was a day when I made an exception. Do you remember the girl with the scowl and the drying 'sun cream' right from my very first afternoon on the island? I don't like being scowled at - particularly by pretty girls - and I did not take well to her recognising me and scowling again. It was a big mistake on her part and I gave her a sound spanking - but I am getting ahead of myself.

My morning, after enjoying the new bride, had been spent walking; something I do quite a lot on holiday: it cannot be sex all the time. Despite being possessed with the remarkable power to stop time for me, I do not possess an organ with more than the usual regenerative powers; not for me the ability to get hard again within minutes of ejaculation. It must be an impressive ability particularly to the girlfriend of such a man - and particularly if she likes sex to go on for a long, long time. 

My walk took me across country and, inevitably on an island, to the coast again and down to a beach for a cooling swim. The beach was fairly popular though not backed by hotels and the like; instead the countryside reaches to it on one side. From being alone on my morning's walk I was once again back with people though well spread out groups of people across the sand. It was lovely to slip into the blue inviting water and swim about.

Recollection came to me about the same time it came to her. It was, as mentioned, the scowling girl from my first afternoon on the island when I had provided her with some surprising sun cream to rub into her breasts. She had annoyed me then: she annoyed me again as a scowl of recognition came to her face and she whispered to her friend.  They both looked at me rather crossly.

"Fuck off," she said.

Really! She seemed a pleasant, sweet girl and such unprovoked language was quite unnecessary. All I had been doing, well all she knew I had been doing, that other afternoon was looking at her and, after all, that was what men did - look at pretty girls. It was, I accept, rather obvious she was not interested in men but that was no need to react so strongly to some 'window shopping' of days before. I had done nothing this second time except walk towards her. Perhaps she had thought it deliberate?

"Bugger off - we don't like being stared at by men like you."

I was rather taken aback. 

"Pardon? Who are you? I really don't think you should be so rude to strangers. Most impolite." A reasonable reply but then I said. "Rude girls should be spanked." Perhaps rather unnecessary. Her friend certainly looked surprised.

"Oh yeah, and men like you should be locked up."

Well, that would result in most men being 'locked up.' It seemed a rather pointless conversation. So I did 'bugger off' and went and sat a long way away from them.

The mistake they made was to separate a little time later. The scowling girl's friend went for an ice cream. I watched her walking along the beach away from her companion and made my move. Nobody seemed to be looking in my direction that I could see as I stood up out of time and looked around. Nobody would see me apparently disappear.

There was no need to hurry as I walked across the sand to the scowling girl, no need to hurry as I lifted her off her beach towel and carried her in a 'fireman's lift' across the sand, no need to hurry as I carried her uncomplaining out into the countryside and away from people. She was not actually too heavy but nonetheless I did build up a bit of a sweat before I eventually put her down. Sitting I got my breath back before engaging in the pleasant task of undoing her bikini and revealing the breasts I had so generously come over at the start of my holiday; I could accept that act had been naughty on my part but she did not know about that. There had been no need to be so rude and she would find punishment was swift when it came to upsetting me. She was not going to like it!




Time Stops in the Mediterranean Day 12



Off came the bikini bottoms revealing a very spankable bottom and her naked sex unadorned, just as I remembered it, by even a hint of hair. It was such a little girl look that it just accentuated the need for spanking - a proper chastisement for the young and naughty.

Of course the spanking could have been out of time - she would still have felt it when time started - but that had not been my purpose in bringing her to the deserted countryside. I could have done that on the beach – and had certainly contemplated doing just that. Carefully I tied her hands with my belt - I did not want her to lash out - before sitting down near her and restarting time.

"Time for your spanking," I said. It was amusing to see her looking wildly around completely disorientated and then realising she was naked.

"Come and bend over my knee like a good girl – which you are not. I shall expect an apology as well - we need to get this over with."

"Fuck off!" she said and started running despite having her hands tied.

Well, how about that for a male fantasy: chasing after an attractive and naughty naked girl running away from you in the sunshine with her hands bound behind her back! What a fun game for athletes to play on a private beach or in a private estate. The girls given a head start in their running shoes but, of course, nothing else and then the young male athletes chasing after them - fine young bodies working in the sunshine. All a bit like a relay race but obvious where the men would be trying to put their batons!

I let her run a few steps before stopping time. Like the male athletes in my sudden imagined chase game it would be more amusing to run after her naked than clothed. My shorts dropped to my ankles and my shirt was discarded.  I walked up to her in full flight. A picture of female grace, to be fair to her, and moreover she was not even touching the ground. I could probably have turned her around in mid air, gone back to where I had been and when I restarted time she would have found herself running back into me. On reflection perhaps not; as her momentum would have been in completely the other direction.

Rather than even touch her, and risk her stumbling and grazing herself, I walked back and restarted time before running after her.  I really enjoyed that. Just the two of us running naked and inevitably me catching up and stopping her. She fought but having her hands tied did not help her at all. It was a completely unequal contest with my ability to stop time and deal with her. All the bodily contact and thrill of the wrestling got me quite hard. Fighting can do that. Even two male wrestlers can find erections coming unexpectedly during a bout despite avowed heterosexuality. I am sure the strong female fan base of wrestling would enjoy naked male wrestling and even more so when an erection ensued. There would be a lot of slightly nervous laughter to hide the thrill.

Eventually I had her in position. Slippery with sweat, squirming against my erection but with her bottom cheeks uppermost and vulnerable. Down my hand descended, once, twice, thrice.

"You are a naughty and rude girl. I warned you of punishment and I am delivering it. It is no good screaming. We are alone."

"How have you done this: why am I not on the beach; who are you?"

"How? Let's say magic; Why? Because you were rude to me and needed punishing. Who am I? The man you were rude to and who does not like unprovoked rudeness."

Of course she could feel my erection - it was poking at her tummy button as I had her across my knee.

"I'll keep doing this until you apologise and say you're sorry. You've hurt my pride and," I chuckled, "need to kiss it better."

Through gritted teeth she said 'sorry.' My hand ceased to fall and I let her go. Her bottom cheeks had an attractive redness to them - attractive in a sexual way. It would have been very pleasing to have bent her at the waist and pushed my penis between the cheeks.

She stood staring at me with undisguised hatred. But it had been her own fault.

I stood, "Well," I said, "here is my male pride and are you now going to kiss it better?" I indicated my erection standing, yes, proud. "You have caused the tumescence and you need to deal with the consequences of your actions.  Kneel and kiss. And don't you dare bite or you can imagine, I am sure, where my pride will go next and what will be deposited there."

She looked around wildly but there was nobody there to help her.

"I don't do that. I don't like men. I don't understand..."

"You don't have to like it - you are making amends for your rudeness to me. Hurry up and then you can go back to the beach and have your ice cream."

I pushed her to her knees and there she was with my erection right in front of her face. Up close and personal. A risky thing for me to do putting my cock close to her jaws but I judged at the first hint she was going to bite I could stop time and remove myself. It was not as if I was going to risk her fellating me which really, I suppose, she should have done.

Probably this was first time she had been so close to a cock; probably the first time she had really realised just how big such a thing would be in the flesh. Yes, dildos are as big - bigger even - but the fleshly reality with the smooth bulbous head would have been so very different for her.

How pleasant to stand naked in the Mediterranean sunshine as a girl kneels before you in the submissive position and how pleasant it would have been if she had actually sucked on your cock until it flowed. I was not taking the risk.

Almost certainly this was the first time she had kissed a cock; the first time her soft lips had brushed against the smooth skin of the head; a cursory kiss no more.. Perhaps she and her friend had sucked on dildos - dildos probably delightfully warmed and coated from being in each other's vaginas - but had missed the true pleasure.

She leant back on her knees, "Satisfied? Can I go now?"

"Nearly. It is nearly time for you to go but I need to come first."

I began wanking. I began sliding the wrinkled foreskin back and forth across my shiny cock head just inches from her face. My intention obvious.

"No, no, not all over me, not over my face." She was panicking.

"Of course not, silly girl. Just open wide and take your medicine. An ejaculation a day keeps the doctor away. It'll make you - or me feel much better!"

I was not surprised to see her reaction was to clamp her lips tight shut but it was pleasing seeing her eyes staring at the end of my penis, staring at the little eye; clearly very worried about what might come from it and splash all over her face.

With a deep and audible sigh I almost came; she winced but all that appeared was a small drop of pre-cum. 

"Is that it?" she said disparagingly. Another unwise comment.

"Hardly. Open wide and all will become perfectly clear and you will see."

A muffled, "No."

"Well later then," I replied quite casually.

And all at once she found herself dressed in her bikini and on her towel on the beach. It was 'all at once' for her but a lot of effort for me carrying her back out of time. I hoped no one had spotted her temporary absence or reappearance.

Up the beach came her friend carrying two already melting ice creams. The scowling girl had shot to her feet and was looking wildly about her no doubt totally confused by what had happened. Had she been dreaming? But I bet her bottom did not feel like that!

It seemed the ice cream somewhat mollified her and she sat with her friend enjoying it. Once again I stopped time and walked towards them and caught her with tongue extended to lick and her mouth not exactly shut. A mistake on her part.

Of course it would have been pleasant to have had her suck me to a happy conclusion out in the countryside but, frankly, the idea of putting my cock in the lion, or rather lioness's, mouth did just not appeal. Her jaw could have very suddenly come down before I could stop time and it might have been some weeks for the damage from teeth to have healed. Do you realise the force of the human bite? Not a prospect to relish.

Out of time there was no risk of such damage. There she was, right in front of me; warm, inviting and pliably frozen for me to amuse myself. In the silence of the beach I once more dropped my shorts letting my cock spring happily free; the sun warming it as it turned to the girl - a girl no longer scowling but with an open mouth and extended tongue seeking refreshment.

And of course it was the extended wet tongue I concentrated upon, letting the very end of my cock brush against it, allowing it to tease the tiny orifice as I gently wanked away in the sunshine. The creaminess of the ice cream, already present, was about to be added to by the ejaculation; the pleasing contrasts of cold and hot and sweet and salty about to appear in her mouth.

Yes, it would have been more enjoyable had her friend been working my cock, assuring the girl that she was 'going to enjoy this' but that was hardly likely to happen and, in any case, would not at all have done even though the beach was comparatively empty. My hand worked, my balls swung lazily in the heat and once again, on my delicious holiday, the semen flowed.

How lovely to watch the ejaculation shooting into her mouth and splashing onto her tongue. To be fair, given I had already come once in the virgin bride that morning, there was not exactly 'oodles' of the stuff but quite sufficient and the electric feeling made me gasp in pleasure.

As my cock subsided, dripping onto the hot sand, I admired my 'penis work' - the swirly creaminess on her tongue and even a few drops on her lips.

I sat a little opposite her, legs drawn up and my dripping half erect cock hanging between. There was movement again. Her tongue licked the ice cream and a look of surprise came over her face and then she saw me - saw me sitting there naked and with a cock so obviously recently in use - and made the connection. Her friend was looking in quite the opposite direction and did not see me. I smiled and disappeared.

Refreshed from a swim, an ice cream and a rather surprising play with the scowling girl I carried on with my walk carrying a fresh water bottle. It is essential to maintain fluid levels especially when you are as generous with your fluids as I am!

Tired I returned to my hotel for a nap before wandering out for dinner at a local restaurant. I have to report the grilled prawns and the Scorpion fish were excellent. Reinforced with a cup of coffee I returned to the hotel with the prospect of retiring early: and that was my intention only who should I meet in the lift but the honeymoon couple flushed and happy after what had obviously been a good day. It was pleasant to exchange a few words with them in the lift; not least because they had absolutely no idea I had seen them both naked, no idea at all that I had seen them making love and the girl, in particular, being completely unaware that I had enjoyed sexual intercourse with her and, moreover, had come within her before her husband had done (or at least at the same moment depending on your understanding of time!).

It was not something I could resist and it had, after all, been a good eight or nine hours since I last enjoyed sexual activity. I could have stopped time in the lift and played with her there; I could have stripped both naked and seen their reaction but it seemed a lot easier to just let them go back to their room.

I gave them a few minutes and was delighted to find them in the shower together; the pleasing soapy grasp of a female hand around an engorged penis happily indicating that they had every intention of fucking before going to sleep. It was enjoyable getting into the shower with them and feel the pleasant press of bodies together but of course it was not like being with Tania and Peter back at the start of the holiday - the water did not pour and there was no movement. I did not have the pleasure of the bride washing me though I did have the pleasure of running my hands over her soapy body and to some very intimate places. A shame for all. It must be lovely for a girl to be escorted into a shower by two men and having two handles to hold onto whilst they make sure she is squeaky clean.

A few more minutes outside their door and then the light went off. Inside I felt around out of time to make sure they were safely in bed before settling myself in an armchair. Kissing, giggling and moaning they had no idea that there was a third naked person in the darkness of their room; no idea there intimate activity was being aurally spied upon and of course no idea about what would happen when their lovemaking was over.

The excited noises reached the expected conclusion. The happy gasps, the whispered endearments and soon the sound of steady breathing. I stirred myself: it was time for some more feeling around in the dark out of time.

Pleasant feeling the sweaty bodies under their sheet, pleasant working out which limb, bottom or hip belonged to whom. Not always as easy as you might think particularly when, as was the case here, they were still so intimately connected despite being, presumably, fast asleep.

The lay of the land established, so to speak, I slipped into bed behind the bride, her warm and soft bottom towards me and my warm and hard penis nosing in to rest expectantly. My hands curled around her breasts and I pushed against her, my penis head sliding against her slippery vaginal opening - slippery no doubt both from her own wetness and the spendings of her husband's now flaccid cock; a cock still lodged within.

Double vaginal penetration is not an easy task, not for two erect men - and it takes a very relaxed and experienced woman with the experience of childbirth behind her to accept - but I thought with him flaccid and squashable it might be possible and I was right!  It was a squeeze, yet slowly but surely I made progress, my head easing past the soft obstruction leaving it wedged, and no doubt rather flattened against my shaft, as for the second time that day I entered the new bride.

Of course once I got into my stride and I was happily humping her, the motion dislodged him: but the fun was in making the penetration and, I suppose, in ejecting him in such a manner.  It was lovely lying there in the darkness gently fucking the girl as I played with her breasts. No hurry for me at all. Sweet contentment. I could pause and think back on the day, pause and think about anything I liked.  I could have got up, opened the door and walked down the corridor to the German girl's room and seen what she was up to. Perhaps found herself with her dildo at work again and fucked her a bit before returning to the bride. I could have gone downstairs to the Reception, removed the pretty girl on duty's panties and fucked her whilst she stood frozen in time talking to a guest across the counter.  What I could not do was allow myself to go to sleep.

And I almost did!  Clearly I was tired. A pause for rest and letting my mind flow almost saw me dozing off despite being lodged within the pretty bride.  I found my rigidity going to boot!  Clearly it was time to finish and go to bed after a long day.  The warm, squelchy motion soon had me rigid again and I carried through, feeling my balls lift close to me as, once more, I spurted into the young bride.

I didn't hang around. I popped the husband back into position, kissed the girl on the cheek and, picking up my clothes, padded back to my room and reached oblivion as soon as my head touched my pillow.



Time Stops in the Mediterranean Day 13



Penultimate - what a dreadful word to have to use in respect of a holiday but it was indeed my penultimate day: tomorrow I knew I would have to board the aeroplane back to England, back to Gatwick Airport and a dreary train journey into London. The year before I had become quite depressed, watching the rain through the windows of the train, knowing my summer holiday was over and thinking of being back at work the next day.

Coming upon people in unusual situations and being able to explore them is one of the advantages of being able to halt the march of time. Some couples really do like to tuck themselves away out of sight - out of prying sight. I, on the other hand, rather like to discover them and their pastimes. Of course this means walking long distances on my part but with a good sun hat, sensible sandals and a large bottle of water a little sun is rather pleasant for ambling. It is all a question of knowing where to look and, of course, once found I can easily move in very close indeed. Sometimes the sheer embarrassment is the fun part; when they are caught so unexpectedly that there is no time to cover up or, and that is even more to the point, to disengage. Again with my ability to arrive unobserved I can be sitting and watching for quite a time. Sitting quite close to them and where they are simply not looking.

I like to see the movement. My ability to stop time does allow for a lot of looking (and doing) but it is still photographs as compared to the moving picture. Sitting close and unobserved or perhaps hidden allows me to watch the movement and the motions of sex. There is no worry about arriving out of time and people thinking that strange. Rather if I am noticed they simply assume they did not see me coming whereas I do quite often see them coming! The distortions of ecstasy on their faces, the rapid movement and, maybe, the spurting -- the liquid fountaining of the penis.

For some couples being caught or observed naked is bad enough but for others the sheer embarrassment of being caught in the naked act can be quite awful but, of course, it is not just the intercourse that is embarrassing but what goes with it. It is one thing perhaps to find your John Thomas on display to a stranger but worse if it is displayed erect and what is the etiquette if it is both erect and hidden - by being within the girl? Do you leave it sheathed and unexposed or remove it wet and shiny? What if you notice the observer just at the point of ejaculation? Do you leap up from the sand with an oath and stand more exposed than you have ever, ever been in 'public' before, as the white semen spurts forth from your cock and flies to spatter across your girlfriend? All whilst this stranger stares at you with a wide grin? You are caught more than you could possibly have contemplated!

Seeking out the naked and erotic. A half sighting from a cliff top, the knowledge of out of the way places, the occasional short stroll out of time all help. It is a little the thrill of the hunter, a seeker out of naughtiness in hidden coves and places. 

"Please, please do carry on. I am harmless. I really do just like to watch. If you have a camera I am happy to photograph or film you as a memento of your holiday. Your own 'blue' movie to watch at leisure." Some couples are horrified. The idea of performing to an audience abhorrent, others find it rather amusing and exciting and not a few do like to be filmed. I never ask for a copy or anything like that. You can imagine most couples would be quite terrified of their lovemaking turning up on some dodgy Internet site for all to see. I do not ask because it is so easy for me to borrow the disk out of time should I wish, hide behind a rock and copy it in real time (I have a small netbook in my pack), before returning it. Sometimes couples get really enthusiastic about the idea and want the filming to be extensive with a variety of rather erotic poses, or walking naked into the sea together or fucking in the sea, perhaps rolling coupled in the surf (very effective on film or video). The films are a pleasant reminder for them of holidays past; good to watch on a cold winter evening and remember.

Occasionally there is aggression though I always think the man looks silly trying to take a swing at me with his cock all erect. Time stop means he misses as I am simply no longer there. Discretion is the better part of valour. Intercourse will be spoiled, though, either because they just give up or else it suddenly becomes very gritty. The application of sand out of time makes intercourse quite uncomfortable and it is quite remarkable where it can get to or rather where I can put it! Just the trickling of a few grains of sand - it really does not take much. How amusing to come up, out of time, to a great big bloke looking all cross and possibly still a little erect and trickling just a little sand onto his shiny wet cockhead. Oh yes the grains stick! Perhaps pinching the head just a little and let a few grains fall into his open urethra. Gently parting the women's closed thighs and letting the sand trickle amongst the wet folds though perhaps not before I have had a little fun of my own!

There is a particularly interesting walk along the sea shore of the island which is good to take; some parts are a bit of a scramble over rocks but nothing too difficult and it takes you to all sorts of little pebble strewn coves, rock ledges and sandy bays which you would not otherwise see. Walking is a hobby just as much as sex and so it is a pleasure to combine the two if possible and it is surprising what you can find in these sheltered, hidden bays. Naked sunbathers and others who want to be away from the throng for various reasons. Yes, gay men are not that unusual but I just pass them by; gay women, yes from the Isle of Lesbos, are a little different as I may well take a look at and perhaps be just a little bit naughty; and of course there are the couples - even occasionally in a group. Sometimes I come across people in the very act - yes doing 'it'! Of course my ability to scout ahead out of time does give me a bit of an advantage in creeping up on people unobserved. Amusing, as I have mentioned, to be right by them, perhaps sitting and watching quietly, until suddenly I am seen. The faces I have seen - such a picture! Surprise and embarrassment usually but not always. It is funny but some people seem to be natural exhibitionists; once the surprise has worn off they seem happy to carry on with an audience, often more enthusiastically than before and often playing to the gallery. The morning proved to be just like that.

I had been walking for quite a time enjoying the sun, seascape and blue skies; every so often pausing time when I found myself rounding an outcrop of rock or entering a new little bay so my appearance was not noted by anyone already there. I had been disappointed with the lack of people and had simply restarted time on finding nobody - usually a little discretely in the shade of a rock just in case somebody hidden was watching. 

Finally I turned into a little sandy bay and there, at last, was a couple, delightfully naked and walking across the sand towards me - or would have been had time not stopped. What was more they were filming with a video camera and what they were filming was sexual. It is not normal for a couple to be walking across the sand with the women manually stimulating the man. Yes, she was gently wanking him as they walked and filming it all at the same time. Hiding myself I watched with time restarted as they put the camera down, set it up to film down the beach, walked away and then walked back obviously achieving the scene they wanted - a view of them walking up a beautiful deserted beach with the blue sea behind them, completely natural and with the woman happily stimulating the man. Just before the camera they paused and she settled down onto her knees and started licking and sucking the man's erection.

I felt this was my cue to appear and catch them at their most exposed and intimate. The man erect and the women with her lips wrapped around his cock.

They were not as young as I usually like. Not surprisingly I prefer the girls young and nubile -- I am rather less worried about the bloke! Not too young of course, though these days it can be difficult to be sure, but this couple were more middle aged than young, though, to their credit, they were in good trim.

Their surprise at seeing me walk around a rock and suddenly appear as naked as them, but not so rude, was amusing. I tried to sound surprised.

"Oh, err, no it's all right. Please, I am not offended. Oh, I see you are filming. Do you want any help with the camera? Lovely day to be making love. I'd be very happy to film you and watch. I like watching."

I suppose it was being caught so in the act, perhaps because of my enthusiasm and even my nakedness but, after a little hesitation, they agreed. What was so pleasant was the easy, matter of fact almost casual way we discussed what was to be filmed. The way the man's and my cock thickened and erected, pointing up, horizontally, down and then up again as we discussed the plan and came to an idea that excited us. Penises acting as gauges!

They were a married couple, away from the children for the first time and seeking to recapture their teenage years of sex in the countryside and keen to have a record of it to enjoy, as I have suggested, by the fire on a winter's evening. Nice to imagine them naked on the sofa and watching their own home made porn before coupling in the firelight.

Nice to see the woman glancing at and then more openly watching my own cock. 

The discussion reached the important question of when should the ejaculation - the money shot -- come? Was it to be a hidden release only demonstrated when the cock was removed, perhaps with an explanatory close up of the removal - the withdrawal - or a more dramatic hand job perhaps out in the sea? How strange to be asking another man whether he normally spurted or just dribbled when he came and seeking confirmation from the woman. Such detail is important as it affects the filming. I really enjoyed watching her face, the way it reddened and she stumbled a bit over words as I asked her to describe how her husband's cock ejaculated. A series of powerful spurts is so much more impressive on film than a laval flow!

They had, of course, established the basic premise of the film - the wanking walk along the beach and I saw it as my purpose to expand upon it and bring it to a conclusion. Their hand held walking shot was nice - we reviewed it on the camera - as was the long shot of them walking along the beach but it needed interweaving with close-ups and additional material. Some editing to do on the computer back at home.

A first pleasing close up of Janice's hand taking hold of the cock and stroking it to erection. The close up making Brian's penis appear enormous -- and certainly rather bigger than its actual reality. I feel not enough is made of this in porn films. Either the man seems to start erect or the woman is rather desperately trying to get the man erect and he is being dilatory. The sheer eroticism of the developing erection itself is not lingered over or treated as important -- perhaps it is because porn is mostly made for men and not the women. My filming was good and the erection returned easily as it grew in her hand.

I was particularly pleased with having them walk over me as I lay on the sand getting a very different and low view of them as they came up to me. I had them pause and was able to film the gentle wanking from below. Very effective as not only did it emphasise Brian's hanging scrotum but enabled me to catch tantalising glimpses of pink flesh between Janice's legs. More of that would appear later, of course. It was a risky shot as an unplanned ejaculation could have dropped right on the camera's lens and, worse, me!

Some nice side shots with the sea as background, close ups of the penis being wanked and a charming, romantic shot of them kissing as the cock was squashed between them. I thought the blending of dark and light pubic hair as they came together worked really well and I took a short close up or two of that. You can see I fancy myself as a director or camera man!

Eventually we moved to the oral sex scene. There is somewhat of a formula to these things. A lovely long shot of the penis just waiting as Janice's lips slowly came closer. I have to say the unplanned - because how could you - bubbling up of a little pre-cum just before her tongue touched was simply perfect and the way the semen just clung to the tip of her tongue as she pulled away was exquisite in cinematographic effect. There was a lot more teasing and tickling and of course sucking mostly in close-up. I rather liked the pink tongue pushing the skin enfolded testes around. You could not fault Brian's scrotum, if you are a connoisseur of such things - it was certainly more impressive than his cock - hanging slack and long in the heat with a fine swing when he moved or, as I directed, Janice's tongue pushed it and the testes around.

A bit of humour never hurts a porno film. You can take sex too seriously and I thought the scene when Janice ran away and Brian went running after her with his cock bouncing and balls swinging was pretty good but the funniest scene was getting them to leap frog especially when they fell over! We happily discussed the fun we could have directing a whole group of couples leapfrogging. Janice, I think, surprised us both with her suggestions which were of a decidedly sexual nature and what might be described as 'kinky' to boot. It led to a discussion of beach volley ball with the sexes as opposing teams. Something for everyone to watch particularly if done naked - the energetic bouncing around of all sorts of pleasing parts of the body!

The fucking followed. It seemed only right to blend this into the leapfrogging with Brian, instead of leaping over Janice whilst she bent over clasping her ankles, inserting his penis straight between her buttocks and up into her vagina. It took a few shots to get it 'just right' - by which I mean a smooth and polished entry rather than a fumbling around trying to get in - and then he banged away a bit before Janice stood up and there they were walking down the beach together - connected and fucking. I had them walk towards me as I knelt until Janice's sex filled the frame and I was simply filming Brian's penis fucking with his balls swinging away below. A sudden lifting of those balls showed he had overdone it and the big event - the 'money shot' - was about to happen. 

Did I command him to pull out? That, though, risked him spurting all over the camera lens. If he moved fast enough we could then have the classic shot of him coming all over Janice's tits; that is, if she could lie down quickly enough. It might have been an excellent shot with her looking, of course, as ecstatic about it as girls always seem to in porno films when the hot semen splashes onto their boobs. Or did I let the intercourse run its course and leave the ejaculation to the imagination and probable evidence on withdrawal? A split second decision. I chose the latter; it had less risk of going wrong on camera, there was only the one chance of the shot and, in any case, it was their film and they would know what had actually happened!

I caught it all: the rapid thrusts Brian made, the pulsing evidenced by the moving scrotum and the slowing to a stop of the copulation. The detail for them back at home in front of the fire would be quite something! Mostly in porn films once the penis has done its job it leaves the stage but I held the shot to show its gradual loss of potency and then its falling away limp and spent to reveal the necessary evidence of what it had just done. Lastly, as I had hoped, came the dripping of semen from Janice onto the sand. I panned slowly downwards.

The final shot - Janice leading Brian by his flaccid cock out past me into the sea and then the camera following two naked bottoms walking out into the blue Mediterranean. "Cut," I called, "I think that will be good."

Brian and Janice thanked me and hoped I had found it fun myself. Janice looked directly at my still half erect cock and said I had given every indication of it. Was I likely to be walking past the next day? I explained that, unfortunately, I was flying home. Brian seemed slightly uncomfortable with the interest Janice was taking in my cock and suggested she and he had a proper swim.

"Bye and thank you," he said rather finally as he lead Janice into the water.

I had enjoyed that but somehow having made friends it seemed a bit of a betrayal of trust to satisfy myself out of time with them - or rather Janice. I had rather hoped she would have offered some manual assistance and I think she had been leading in that direction... but no matter. Brian had not seemed very keen on the idea; clearly not wanting to sit unconcernedly on the sand whilst his wife made another man's cock flow. Perhaps he was worried she might go further and engage in sucking or fucking whilst he sat impotently by. I'd have liked that!

What might have happened the next day had I been free to walk by? What different scene might have been filmed? Might my own cock been utilised as a stunt double allowing more than one apparent ejaculation. Would the difference in cocks have been obvious? After all, mine was the larger!

I waved and walked on until I turned into the next bay. Then I had to stop time and go back and retrieve my clothes. Practical matters for the time stopper.

You can imagine that perhaps by the time I had walked out of the bay, walked back and retrieved my clothes my resolution might have faltered. All I would have had to do was wait for them to finish their swim and be back on the sand. I could have happily enjoyed Janice whilst conversing with a time frozen Brian about how warm and wet his wife was and how generous he was letting me fuck her - after all. But I had espied another couple in the next bay and there might be sense in holding onto my ejaculation for further enjoyment.

There was no way this new and younger couple were going to see me because they were not looking behind them; their concern was with the beach. With the cliffs behind they knew they were safe from the rear - and no one could get past them without being seen. They had reckoned without a time stopper coming along of course! I had seen them kissing and with an empty beach it was rather likely one thing would lead to another. They were sitting on their towels looking out to sea; not knowing I had sat down right behind them.

"Do we have to? I'm not really that interested and I'll get all messy."

I smiled. I knew what that was about. Women do seem to worry far too much about the messiness of sex but why worry on a deserted beach?

The boy replied, "Come on. I'm more than a bit interested, Cassie, and you look just gorgeous. Doesn't the sun make you feel like sex and, hey, you can wash off in the sea afterwards. No problem."

"But it'll all get on my bikini when it runs out."

"Take it off. Why will you need to put that on - there's no one around. We could run down to the sea afterwards naked. Nobody's around. We could do it now and then come back and f... make love. Come on let's."

"No. I couldn't." But she could and did: but they copulated first. It was only then that two naked and pink bottoms ran to the sea without a glance back at their towels or me sitting behind them. Me who had watched the whole performance and very nice it had been too!

He was a big boy. That was obvious when his trunks came off and he sat back down on the towel; obvious even before he was erect. His cock sat like a sleeping cat, all curled up on one thigh, until it stirred and roused itself,




Time Stops in the Mediterranean Day 13



Having said she was not really interested, things did change and it was a pleasure to watch. All the time if their eyes were open they were watching the beach in case someone appeared and I was able to just sit behind them and watch. Perhaps it was the simple change from curled flaccidity to rampant maleness; certainly her eyes were on the stirring and the steady rise into the air of his cock, complete with the 'hands free' peeling back of the foreskin. It was only when it had risen to its, maybe eight inch length, did her hand reach out to hold and, in a little while, her mouth to engulf.

So pleasant to watch the progress. So arousing to watch as she undid her bikini and let her breasts fall free. What charming perky little nipples on her rounded breasts and what a surprise to see her mons veneris devoid of hair - that naughty 'little girl look' so popular these days revealed. Pleasing to see the foreplay and then the penetration. Tempting to wank and watch but movement might have caught the eye. I would, of course, have stopped time and simply disappeared had that happened but the damage might have been done and their lovemaking upset.

Of course I could have done the deed on their way down to the sea after intercourse but given her dislike of being 'all messy' it was much more fun doing it as they walked, hand in hand, back up the beach to their towels, pausing time so I could adjust her posture a little, slip in and repeat the boy' actions; so she found herself still dripping semen even after her swim and quite cross she was about it.

"Look what you've done. I said it would..."

"No, Nat. Don't worry I'll sort that out. Let me use my tongue - you like that. Perhaps I can get you to come this time." 

"Well, all right, you might; but you'll be eating your own cum. Do you really want to?"

He laughed, "I've tried it before. A mixture of you and me. Perhaps I'll get hard again and we can..."

He busied himself between her thighs as she lay back on her towel with her eyes closed and his bottom in the air and his tackle hanging limply. I'd had to hurriedly moved as he turned himself around but I did not leave the scene. Was I amused? Well, I knew he wouldn't be if he knew what he was really seeking out in the girl - what salty morsels he was letting slip down his throat! It seemed suitable recompense for him having a bigger penis than me; a feeling that despite the size of his cock I had got the better of him! Unlike him, all I had done was dipped my cock in his cum but he...

The best bit, though, was as she moaned and rolled about, clearly enjoying his attention, he moved from cunnilingus to using his fingers in her and brought a creamy finger to her lips and the girl just sucked on it, sucking his finger like a miniature penis; slurping up what was more than likely my own semen. How nice of them to share it between them! Such a pretty sight -- a naked girl moaning in pleasure as her pretty mouth sucked on the finger.

It would have been pleasant to have been able to recharge her and fill her once again, just before she again attempted to put her bikini bottoms on - how cross she would be - but that was simply not possible for me without a rest and so I moved on. I did wonder if he would be able to have another go - there did seem to be some thickening of his hanging penis - but I did not wait to find out. 

It had been an enjoyable and rather different morning.

As a holiday reaches its end you recall all those things you had planned to do and had been distracted from or just found yourself being too lazy to visit this place or that place and had just spent the time on the beach. Well, no one could accuse me of having been lazy on my holiday: indeed the amount of exercise I had taken, or at least John Thomas had taken, was nothing less than impressive! But I recalled the wispy bearded boy friend and his girl from my first week (was it the fifth day?) and how I had hoped to meet them, or rather her, again and get to their apartment. Seeing them again that evening, him looking his usual rather useless self but she with her dark hair and a pretty dress hiding those soft brown nipples was a pleasing reminder. There was no question in my mind. I needed to fuck her. It was as simple as that.

So easy for me to follow them into their apartment; so easy for me to hide; so easy for me to watch her undress; so easy to watch from a cupboard or wardrobe as they fucked. Yes, to my surprise and amazement he had actually taken an interest in the girl. The erection, that I did not believe ever happened, was there to see: not an impressive one, not like the young man on the beach that morning - no not at all - but a serviceable one nonetheless. I stopped time and inspected it, yes examined and tested it to be sure my eyes were not deceiving me. There was no question about it - it was undoubtedly an erection standing up from his body. There was resistance as I pulled it downwards and let it go; there really was a hardness about it - it did look like, after all, this apology for a man was capable of doing the job.

It was more interesting, much more interesting, to re-examine the girl and I did this rather more carefully. I recalled her from the beach; a pretty girl with a round faced rather Chinese look with her funny white bikini and its interesting designs. Days later and presumably more sunbathing had brought a tan to her but there was still the neatly trimmed bush and the wonderful brown nipples. They were not as soft as before, the prospect of sex had brought them to a pleasing stand. Between her legs hung her labia; delightful soft to the touch and, when parted, I could feel a little wetness on their inner surfaces. Her body was readying itself for sexual intercourse; ready to accept the in thrusting of a penis and for the soft wet butterfly wings to wrap themselves around its shaft. It was inevitable I should insert a digit - it is what men do.

I hid and restarted time. I was interested to see what he would do; what he would be capable of doing; would he after all prove a good lover - had I been mistaken?

No, I was not mistaken. There was insufficient foreplay. No playful spanking, no tying up, no dripping of massage oil onto her nipples and slowly spreading it around and around and, certainly, he did not lick slowly and teasingly from her nipples to her butterfly wings. Was the man mad?

I accept she did the right things. A man is always most appreciative of having his cock sucked though I did think she should also have played the spanking game and put him across her knee and given his bottom a good thrashing - with her hairbrush - but she didn't. I would have liked to see him punished. I would have liked to have seen her tie him up and beat his buttocks until red and then tease him, perhaps with a feather, until he cried out with frustration. Most certainly penetrated his anus with a finger -- or the hairbrush handle - to show her dominance. It would have been so right if she had pulled the harness of a strap-on from a drawer and set to work. But there was none of that. She was too submissive to his desires.

It was not at all long before he was between her thighs pumping away and nor was it long at all before he was making the sort of gasping noises men sometimes make in the throes of orgasm.

He rolled off her and I could see she was disappointed - no surprise to me -- as he had so clearly come way too soon. Like so many men he had been unable to control his ejaculation and like so many men after intercourse he turned over and was asleep in seconds. I blame it on the 'No Smoking' culture. In the old days the couple would sit up in bed and enjoy a peaceful smoke together - or at least so I've gathered from the old films! I love that old joke, you know, 

"Do you smoke after intercourse?"

"Would you believe it, I've never looked..."

Usually I'd have been in and at work as soon as the man rolled away - if not before - but this time I didn't rush in. I could see her disappointment, her fingers idly stroking a breast as she looked at him - was it simply with disappointment or a very appropriate disdain?

I smiled to myself. I really seemed to have it in for this guy. He had not done anything to justify my dislike, just having a wispy beard and not paying enough attention to his pretty girl. He needed sending on a training course. A 'how to look after your girl' course. 'Miss Frigg's School for Recalcitrant Young Gentlemen; nakedness required, erections maintained, girls' pleasure a priority, cunnilingus enforced - morning, noon and night.' He needed a good long stay with plenty of chastisement so his girl never looked disappointed again.

Up from the bed she rose and went to stand over at the balcony looking out into the dark blue night, her glorious naked body with her swell of hips silhouetted against the moonlight; her legs a little apart and between them her lovely hanging labia probably once again closed, even stuck together by the thin glue of her useless boyfriend's semen; no doubt already dripping steadily from her to the ground where it belonged (I really didn't like him!).

I wondered if there was anybody below looking upwards and catching a view of her nakedness. Was this deliberate - a sub-conscious exhibitionism - saying, "Here I am, a woman in need of a good fuck."

She pulled a chair across to the balcony, sat down and one by one placed her feet on the balcony railing, splaying herself wide and showing her sex to the moon. Her hands moved to her body and her fingers played. Unsatisfied by her boyfriend she was having a little private sex out in the warm Mediterranean night. Wide splayed thighs, wide no doubt in response to her thoughts of sex and to allow easy access to her hands, were just what I needed. It was going to be an easy and pleasurable thing for me to slip under her legs, stand and fuck her with my back to the balcony without any worry for the consequences. She had already been fucked, was already full(ish) of semen and another deposit would be neither here nor there. She would not notice.

Where were her thoughts taking her? Was she thinking how good it would be to have another man waiting for her a few balconies away? A quick wrapping of a towel around her body and a slipping out and away from that useless prick of a boyfriend and into the arms of a strong virile man with a proper beard or, better still, into the arms of more than one man waiting for her; or even two or three men -- yes let's really get her thoughts flowing - waiting with large upright penises and really big, bushy beards to give her proper attention and a proper fucking before she limped back to her room and hopeless boyfriend. There she would be walking back with a dreamy smile on her face and the thick semen of many bearded men running milky white down both thighs to leave puddles behind her on the floor. Back to lie down next to 'him' and dream wonderful dreams of men with long, long beards down to their penises.

Of course I didn't really know what she liked. Perhaps it was clean shaven men with small penises. Presumably there are some women with a thing for small penises perhaps finding them both 'sweet' and sexy: after all there are plenty of men who like small breasts. I wouldn't know. Plenty of women are less than keen on beards whereas others like a good shag from a shaggy coated man!

The girl was obviously getting quite worked up and I came to stand behind her and watch in real time. It is good to see a girl masturbating and see what she does with her fingers. You can learn a lot about what they like and I, of course, have more opportunity than most. Not, I suspected, the wispy bearded boyfriend had ever taken time to study female masturbation. He would, though, when he arrived at Miss Frigg's College! Theoretical, observational and hands on lessons - lots of them.

I could not see if her eyes were closed or she was staring at the moon.

Just as I judged she was coming - certainly not something she had done with her boyfriend - I stopped time and ducked under a soft leg and stood looking down on this beautiful girl with her light brown nipples so erect and so different from their softness back on the beach at the start of my holiday. Her butterfly wing like labia was wide open inviting me into the sexual passage between. It was tempting to suck first one, then the other little wing into my mouth and ordinarily I would have done just that; but now, covered as they were by the ejaculation of 'you know who', I just did not fancy that. Perhaps another time.

I was, though, prepared to slide my penis into his, no doubt, thin mess but it was somewhat an act of dominance as my stronger and larger erection penetrated his girl and left my own thick, sticky semen behind. Lovely to slide into her in the moonlight, as she lay back, legs splayed and so sexy; so lovely to enter her once again but this time with the intention of completing the act. Yes, knowing I was going to release myself into her; standing above her and holding on to her thighs as she lay wantonly back in her chair and thrusting against her sex in a powerful manly way was just marvellous. What a pity I had not let my beard grow that holiday.

Just at the point I came I let time flow for a couple of seconds so that as she orgasmed she imagined in a very real way a man hard between her thighs silhouetted against the moon. Just enough to excite rather than frighten before I stopped time and finished my ejaculation.

As my cock wilted I stood between her thighs looking at her; both frozen in time and in the midst of what I hoped was a powerful orgasm. Her face certainly had a look of ecstasy upon it, her little rosebud mouth open but at the same time there was a look of surprise - surprise at seeing me fucking her. I leant forward and kissed her pretty mouth. "Thank you," I said, "I hope we do that again sometime." I stepped back on the balcony pulling my limpness from her, ducked under a thigh, and wandered back to the wardrobe to see the end of her orgasm. She did not immediately move from her wanton posture on the balcony but her head certainly looked all around the room. Clearly my momentary rather real appearance had surprised her just a bit!

Eventually she stood and came back to bed. I was astounded to see her tenderly kiss her sleeping partner's cheek before snuggling down herself. I could not understand that. He seemed such a failure yet obviously he meant a lot to her. Perhaps he was good to her in other ways but whether that was the case or not she really did need to send him to Miss Frigg's to get sorted out. If she needed help in the meantime I'd be happy to move in whilst he was away and keep her fully satisfied!

The last full day over. It was time to make my way back to the hotel. A gentle saunter in the warm still air, looking up at the stars and thinking of how much I had enjoyed my holiday. 

Did I love the island? Did I!



Time Stops in the Mediterranean Day 14



Day 14

The early morning on the island; I mean the really early morning with the sun not yet up is wonderful. Just silence. I like to rise very early and sit in a borrowed villa by the pool or perhaps out in the countryside or by the sea. To just sit and think as the sun rises in the silence. Usually naked of course as the sun feels better and the sense of oneness with nature stronger. Silence except perhaps for the occasional bird song and then, all at once, a bee buzzes past - a strong sound and then gone; the sun gets hotter and the land brighter; another bee goes by on its way and then, as if someone has flicked a switch, the Cicadas start like a machine getting going and the steady scratchy, oscillating drone carries on until dusk as a background whirr to the whole island. I love it. I often think of those early mornings in winter when it is cold in England and do so wish myself back on the island in the sunshine.

Wish myself back indeed! For this was my last morning on the island and tomorrow I would wake back in England and the island already a memory; perhaps until the next year.

Packing my few things into my rucksack I left the hotel; leaving behind the newly married couple, leaving the German girl and leaving the pretty swimming pool with the ever open bar: perhaps next year I might visit again though, really, having my own villa was better.

The plane was not leaving until the evening so I still, at least, had the day

The last day so, of course, I went to the beach. I wanted a last swim, a last laze on my towel and a last play with all those lovely warm feminine bodies. A pleasant time fondling pairs of boobs, a pleasant time stroking bottoms and curly hair and undoubtedly a time or two using my cock in fun ways.

Down on the beach I sat and looked about making choices; I was after quantity rather than the focus on the one; such a choice would come later. As so often I was struck by the variety in girls; if you take just breasts they really do have lots of different shapes and I do not just mean large or small. A lovely little thing ran past all ginger hair and freckles with pale white skin. She would have to be careful in the sun and certainly the big floppy hat hanging down her back was sensible. A very feminine shape but no breasts at all. Yes, she was wearing a bikini but it was like a little girl's - really there for fashion rather than necessity or modesty. This girl was not a little girl, not just pubescent or anything, but rather late teens probably fresh out of school. I wondered about the hidden curly hair - hair that would show she was not so little! Was it actually curly, how much was there, was it a darker or lighter shade of red? Fascinating questions; should I, perhaps, find out?

Going in the other direction another girl was the opposite. Not in any way fat, no not at all, but with what might rather crudely be described as a 'rack.' Her breasts were, frankly, huge and despite the bikini top's efforts they could not help but bounce around in a quite hypnotic way. She knew they were impressive alright, you could see that in the way she walked. Whereas the ginger girl had just been running with little thought of how she looked: this girl was all about image. It was all I could do not to stop time, slip her bikini top off and return to watch her surprise and consternation as her breasts were suddenly freed to do their own thing - completely. Would it have thrown her, made her lose her poise or would she have carried on regardless? 

It would have been really enjoyable to watch the two girls making out with each other; such a pleasing contrast: though even more fun for me to join in!

From the other direction another girl in an all in one swimsuit with more modest breasts but round like half oranges; by round I mean really round. I wondered what the pips were like?

A pair of girls chatting - as they do - one with a rather smaller bikini than she was used to. Her skin nicely bronzed but just to the side of the cups enclosing her breasts, where the thin string wound around her to be tied in a bow at the back, was pale skin. It so emphasised the swell of her bosom: not by a pronounced visible cleavage, though that was there, but the way it drew attention to where the mounding started at the side. I was tempted to rise and pull at the bow.

Her friend kept moving from placing her weight on one leg to the other as they chatted; first one hip raised a little and then the other; the dimple of her tummy button stretched first one way then the other as she moved her weight from one long leg to the other.

It was a pleasant half hour contemplating, but time came for a swim to cool off and, moreover, enjoy the water for the last time on the holiday. I hastened over the baking hot sand and swum lazily trying to hold the moment so I could remember the soothing warmth of the warm water when trudging through the January snow.

Walking from the sea, dripping water but feeling anything but cold in the sunshine it seemed to me that it was time - time to stop time and engage in a little fondling of the girls. I had done enough watching. Silence fell and the world stopped moving - even the lazy moving of the parasols in the light breeze ceased. Undoing the cord I let my swimming trunks fall. There was no longer a need for modesty but I was careful to hang them on a parasol so I could easily find them again - later. I always think there should be a little fanfare as my shorts drop. Da, da! But of course there is no one seeing the sudden appearance of my cock, erect or not, and who am I kidding -- it is not that impressive a sight!

So many lovely girls with such little scraps of brightly covered material covering their intimate bits. It was time to move these aside.

She was tall, she was fair and what I liked was the pose. Frozen in time of course but with one arm raised to call to someone, sort of half turned so her tee shirt rose up a little way causing a bit of her midriff to show twixt shirt and green bikini bottoms. Athletic with all that hint of musculature under the soft skin which so distinguishes the woman from the man; the tautness of the shirt across her back making the little bumps of her spine show; long, long legs with just a fine dusting of sand where she had been sitting. Probably she would brush the sand off in a moment - when moments came again.

Like the earlier girl, who had been all poise along the beach, this girl too had that slightly unbalanced look of a really large 'rack.' Great fun for the men but no doubt a nuisance for her. If she was keen on games, perhaps hockey or netball, how annoying to have all that to carry and bounce about on your chest even with the restraint of a large sports bra. How popular she would be at beach volleyball with her height and that chest - especially if unnecessary beach clothing was dispensed with. What is a more wonderful sight for a man than to see a young big breasted girl running naked or engaging in exercise and seeing her breasts bounce around - all wonderfully out of control! Imagine the effect on an opposing male team. Would they be able to keep their eyes on the ball with the counter attraction of the bouncing breasts of their opponents? Would they in turn distract the girls by allowing their penises to rise and present their shiny knobs, bounding and catching the sunlight, as they leapt for the ball? Would the game degenerate and the ladies run squealing along the sand only to be floored from rugby tackles by the men seeking to inseminate their opponents? It was an attractive speculation. I would certainly have loved to race after this girl but what if her long legs meant she eluded me? 

That was a disappointment I would not have to face. Clearly not, as I was already pulling her bikini bottoms down!

Let me extend the description. A well shaped bottom with pleasing dimpling to the apex of the divide between the cheeks and a charmingly fine covering of hair to the bifurcated mounding of her mons veneris. Not yet the wild curliness but, instead, rather straight, fine hairs mirroring themselves each side of her little divide in their neatness. The interesting little valley acting almost like the parting on a head of hair. My fingers did, of course, gently stroke both with and against the grain as well as cupping the soft mounding of her mons.

Rising, it was time to lift the tee shirt and reveal the bikini top and the deep valley of her breasts - and the valley was deep! What a pleasant surprise came when I undid the clasp and released her breasts from their support. In my hands their lovely weight - great mounds of softness in my hands to lift and mould - but, also, she had simply enormous areolae. I was surprised I had not seen the dark pigmentation just edging into view around the bikini material. Naked on the beach she would have caused quite a stir - and, yes, I do mean in men's swimming trunks - the size of her dark brown areolae would have drawn all eyes like a clever advertisement - an advertisement for sex. Men would have queued up to hold and fondle her breasts or, if she had been minded, to splatter her breasts with their comings.

I could easily imagine her sensually rubbing the cum into her breasts as a sexual lubricant; taking pleasure in it; making her fingers slide easily on the wet skin in such a sticky, tactile way as I or some other privileged man tickled her labia and clitoris before gently easing into her. Easy to visualise her nipples rising hard and dark on all the excitement. Imagine the envious glances of the women on the beach as she walked, content in her recent fucking down the beach to the sea simply dripping with the cum of all those women's men, her wonderfully big breasts with their big dark areolae shining with their collective spendings - and perhaps not a little more running down her thighs.

There she was, in reality, exposed to the whole beach - even the person she was in the act of waving to - but only I able to see. It was time to ready her for intercourse. Thinking about fucking her was just not enough for me - it had to happen. Standing as she was, the act was not possible; I needed to re-position her. Parting her legs would have been sufficient but it was pleasanter to bend her down onto all fours, carefully of course. It was important not to hurt her and important also to remember her original pose and position. I stood back and admired my handiwork. No longer waving, but instead resting on all four limbs with her bottom pleasingly presented. There before me was her little wrinkled bottom hole - an inviting prospect now unusually revealed in the sunlight but anal intercourse is so very difficult without preparation on the beach. Even more than her vagina it was not readied for the insertion of a substantial male organ but, visually, it was pleasing to position myself as if to attempt anal penetration.

I am sure the best anal penetration is where the act is controlled by a second or indeed third girl. The whole process taken at a slow and gentle -- a controlled - pace. Both male and female participants being prepared by the girls. The careful lubrication and easing of the anal muscles. Perhaps an earlier enema undertaken by the girls perhaps even fairly to both parties. The assisting girl's fingers as much busying themselves in the man's rectum as the woman's. The man feeling the girls' fingers sliding into him as his penis explores further and further into the prepared woman's back passage. A sexual adventure taken leisurely over time. No urgency. Despite the obvious dominance of the man in penetrating the woman's most intimate area the whole act being under the full control of the assisting women. The man told what to do. His bottom smacked at any transgression or, worse, the hanging vulnerability of his testes punished. Perhaps there will be lesbian activity as the man waits patiently and unmoving with his erection firmly lodged within the bottom - only the sighs and the occasional brushing of his scrotum indicating the sensual lapping at the woman's sex. It would not do for him to come before being told: but hardly unpleasant to wait when so tightly held.

A modicum of sun oil carefully applied to my erection eased entry and I slid happily into my tall, big breasted girl -- no, not her bottom but the other place - and began to slap my sun loosened balls against her as I vigorously went at her. Do women find swinging balls as sexy as men find swinging breasts? The parallel seems obvious but clearly so much more is made of breasts; perhaps because they are larger.

Disconnecting, I played with those delightful breasts. In her new position, instead of firmly pushing forward from her chest they just hung below her, somewhat more pendulous and easy to set moving. I swung first one and then its fellow so they knocked against each other and rebounded; and then forwards and backwards but in opposing synchronisation. As one swung forward: the other swung backwards. A delightful game. I sat on the sand happily wanking a little and playing with these wonderful toys. How much better if she could have played a similar swinging game with my balls!

The question was did I dare come within her and leave behind the tell tale evidence of intercourse in her bikini bottoms? Alas, there was no reason to upset her in that way. As always I allowed myself to the very brink but then paused. No, it would not do to come within her. Should I go in search of another girl. Seek out another girl engaged in intercourse - not always that easy to find when in great need!

My earlier thought of men ejaculating on her breasts came back to me. It was an attractive image. Repositioned on her knees with her chest jutting forward, I stood over her looking alternately from her pretty face still calling out to a friend, or acquaintance, and then down to her breasts with their big dark areolae. My penis loomed large above her. Stroke, stroke, stroke and I came. The semen spurting from my cock to land first on her right and then on her left breast, catching her areolae and then dripping to the sand.

She looked a bit of a mess in one respect but equally does a woman not look fine with a goodly spread of semen across her breasts? It is an aesthetic judgement I suppose!

I had aimed well, missing both tee shirt and bikini pulled up to her neck. Carefully pulling her back into position I lightly touched her anus with my still dripping cock leaving just a hint of damp semen there -- perhaps with the sun oil I should have attempted that after all - would she feel it as time restarted? I pulled up her bikini bottoms and eased her back into a standing position. A fine figure of a woman standing on her long legs, body slightly turned and semen running in spurts across her naked breasts.... Yes something needed to be done there! Without tissue the easiest thing was to lick her breasts free of my cum. That is not something I mind doing - both licking and sucking breasts and consuming my own ejaculate. The former being the more pleasing!

All was back as it was before. I actually nearly forget to retrieve my clothes hanging from that parasol. I could have been so engrossed in watching the girl when time restarted that I might have forgotten my own nakedness complete with rather shiny and, perhaps, still dripping cock. Not a good plan! Retrieving my clothes I settled back into the position I was in when I had stopped time.

Moving swiftly I was over by the girl and pleased to see no apparent distress on her part. To her nothing had happened. I had left no trace of my naughtiness. She moved towards a young man and they kissed. Had I perhaps missed an opportunity? It did not matter. Time for a short walk, a last fish lunch - perhaps an excellent pizza Al Mare simply covered in tomato sauce, mozzarella, squid, octopus, shellfish, prawns and olives or, instead, a simple calamari salad together with a glass of chilled white wine - and then a need to make my way to the airport.

I sat in the departure lounge and thought back. I had not kept a tally of the number of fish I had eaten, the walks I had taken or the sights I had seen: but I had kept a record of my sexual exploits. 11 wankings, 2 oral ejaculations, 1 anal comings and 16 vaginal ejaculations - a total of 30 ejaculations. I shrugged - one less than last year. Fairly consistent really at an average of just over two per day! It was not something I could keep to the rest of the year even with my ability to stop time. It was a holiday thing; not, you understand, that I don't enjoy myself during the week at work or at weekends but rather less so than on holiday. I try to concentrate on my work and really there are very few suitable subjects at my firm's office.

Well, 'few' does not mean none... and of course there are my regulars that I visit. A trio of couples I can do the rounds of an evening, just before bed, if I feel 'in the mood.' I have the keys and can let myself in to see if I can join in any fun. Will they simply be sitting watching television or more interestingly in the bath together or intimate in bed. Normally, if I time it right, one couple or another will be playing the 'beasts with two backs' game or a variation and it is easy to become a participant - a bit more semen than usual is just not noticeable! It can be a bit of a squash in the bath though!

My score for the holiday was one less than last year. Even so, there was still time to make it evens with last year. My eyes searched lazily around. Was there a girl who would not mind having to sit through a flight with a very damp and squidgy pair of panties? Perhaps it would be unfair of me in making her board the plane feeling unexpectedly wet and a little uncomfortable. Or should I wait until we were airborne and join the 'Mile High Club' as I fucked one of the pretty stewardesses without her knowledge? Perhaps the captain announcing there was going to be some turbulence and me making sure there certainly was!

The realities of Economy Class and budget airlines do not make airborne sex a practical proposition for people. First Class long haul maybe but I had not done that - not on my salary and I am not prepared to use my powers to steal. I am quite ethical really.

It would have to be the airport. 

It was then, as I was reviewing options, that I saw them, right at the departure gate - the girl in the grey dress and her boyfriend. She was not actually wearing the thin figure hugging dress but, instead, a yellow tee shirt, short denim skirt and sandals. She was looking marvellous with her long limbs and good tan to say nothing of her smiling pretty face and long fair hair now tied into a pony tail. They recognised me as I recognised them or at least thought they did. They turned away.

Should I? It would certainly be more than pleasant to see her naked again, even in the stark lighting of the terminal building. I wandered into the Gents', popped into a cubicle and stripped off. You might have thought a naked man walking through the crowded terminal would have been apprehended by Security almost immediately but strangely nobody so much as blinked an eyelid. Nonetheless it still felt strange, even after all these years of walking naked through groups of time frozen people. I had to find the girl in the grey dress again and not get too distracted on the way and with the girls all dressed for the hot weather it was not easy.

"Hi Dave. Mind if I fuck your girlfriend again?"

He looked rather blankly at me which was odd considering my words had been clear and the state of my penis a strong indicator of my intention.

Up came the yellow tee shirt over her tummy and up came the bra - not terribly aesthetically pleasing but such a bother to get off completely: on the other hand her small breasts were as pleasing as days before when she had been bra-less in her grey dress, the sheer material clinging to the soft roundness. I remembered my imaginary image of the night when we had first met, an image of Dave and me walking naked in the warm darkness taking it in turns to fuck her, lifting the hem of that super grey dress a little and slipping the upturned ends of our cocks under and into her.




Time Stops in the Mediterranean Day 14



How companionable it would have been. Such a pity the two of them had taken a dislike to me. How lovely it would have been had she leant against a railing and gazed at the moon over the sea talking softly of romance as Dave and I took a piece of the hem either side in hand and gently lifted it up and over her simply perfect bottom leaving the dress hanging beyond her hips and then gentlemanly taken it in turns to enter her. "No, after you." So much pleasanter than the turning away. Pausing in our work when the girl made some comment about how wonderful the view was and Dave and I squatting down and looking at the moon through the triangle of her thighs and agreeing with her: but perhaps looking more at the frame than the view beyond!

Such a pleasant idea of shared intercourse. Would we decide to come there and then or walk on, the girl offering to suck our penises, all wet from her own body and perhaps not a little dripping from our own excitement, kneeling before us as Dave and I, perhaps, chatted. Then grasping both firmly as she led us on, perhaps suggesting a swim to "cool our ardour," then propelling us towards the sea with a hand on each of our naked bottoms, or even with a finger naughtily inserted to direct our movement. Then, with one fluid movement, pulling the grey dress over her head and running past us across the sand totally naked for the dark warm sea and with Dave and myself running after, erections bounding in the moonlight. Perhaps more fucking in the sea and sometime the inevitable climaxes coming perhaps in the water, perhaps on the sand. Then back to their place to fuck, sleep three to a bed and then fuck some more before breakfast. Such a pleasant idea and so companionable and friendly.

That is what should have happened.

Instead there I was in the Terminal slipping the girl's panties down her legs and gently lifting the skirt to reveal her charming little fair curls and that much admired bottom.

It was not surprising she was not ready for intercourse. It was hardly the right time. As dry as dry could be. Soft - yes, warm - yes, wet - no. Lubrication was needed but where do you find such in an airport? It would be quite a tramp back to the shops! More than far enough for my erection to subside. That would be annoying given how effective my thoughts of a moonlit fuck had been! Some lip balm, shaving gel, K-Y - anything like that would 'do.'

It does seem a bit of an invasion of personal space but I looked through her handbag. Yes, I know I was about to invade her very personal space but you know what I mean. Anyway, I had been in that very personal space before!

Not only did I find what I was looking for but I had Ellie's name and address. Perhaps I might look her up again in England - you never know. A surprise visitor in her bed one night - with or without Dave - though she would not know!

Vaseline suited my purpose admirably and I coated myself up - a shiny and slippery erection - now where to do the deed? Standing, lying down or with her bent over an embarkation desk?

I suppose it is the voyeur in me but I do quite like to see what I am doing. I take pleasure in watching penetration, like to see the girl's nakedness as I fuck or wank. It is preferable to the darkness, particularly out of time. I am not, though, averse to the intimate writhing deep in the double bed in the darkness of a bedroom -- though that was back when I had girlfriends.

Carefully I laid Ellie down on a desk; face uppermost and gently spread her thighs. There it all was in stark detail revealed by the harsh lights of the terminal. Lovely fair curls, softly mounded mons veneris with the little valley starting, clitoris, pee hole, vagina, anus - and all framed by pink lips with the outer decorated around by fine curly hairs. Perhaps a bit gynaecological but as my Vaseline coated penis loomed over Ellie's genitalia I was very happy with the prospect. My penis tip touched her (middle) opening and I pushed. It is fascinating, simply fascinating - at least I think so - to see a penis enter a woman's body and be absorbed. Inch by inch I watched it go in, the bright light of the terminal reflecting off the Vaseline until the reflection was hidden. A delicious deep penetration. I paused.

Slowly withdrawing I was amused to see evidence that mine was not the only cock to have travelled that way recently. Clearly Dave - unless there was a lot more going on that I was unaware of - had taken that road a few hours before. Perhaps one last fuck before flying away. May be even two. One in bed before breakfast and another taken somewhere hidden - I could hardly ask for details.

Carefully I pumped away as my hands stole up her tummy to her chest to her sweet little breasts. Probably, I thought, Dave would be a little disappointed here but not me. I, of course, had choice and had enjoyed choice that very morning; I can happily move from one pair to another , feel breasts in all their many different shapes and sizes, and so revelled in the variety. These two were sweet, fitting easily in the palms of my hands and delightfully firm - even if the nipples were anything but hard and quite small in their pale pinkness. Just little soft bumps but so pleasant to draw out between the lips!

As always with time stop sex there was no hurry, no girl saying 'harder, faster' or anything like that. It really is rather like using your hand - just much less rough and so much more fun!

But the deed had to be done. It would have been a shame not to complete the act, not to have supported Dave in his earlier activity, not to have slid my Vaseline smooth cock that little bit faster between Ellie's legs and let fly. After all I was still on holiday!

And so I did just that.

Dressing girls behaving as if they are mannequins is not easy. Post coitus I really could not be bothered with the difficulty of putting panties back on and so carried them back and simply stuffed them in a pocket. Otherwise it was a simple matter of smoothing down the denim skirt, pulling the bra and tee shirt into place and re-arranging Ellie pretty much where she had been before. 

I watched her go through the gate. I was probably not the only one watching those long brown legs, only Dave and I knew intimately what lay at their apex, but only I knew that she was not wearing panties - they were after all in my pocket; and only I knew that she was slippery enough to fuck with ease. But I had just done that and could not do it again - for a while!

What did she feel like? What did it feel like to her? What was it like to feel a deposit of semen slowly creeping down your middle passage and quietly leaking between your nether lips? Not all of it of course - some must stay near where it is properly aimed - semen is after all merely a carrier, a medium for spermatozoa to swim in. With your legs closed and the labia major pressed shut does it gather all sticky and gooey before seeping between the lips - a thin line of creaminess? 

I was one of the last on the aeroplane and guess where the stewardess sat me - right next to the girl in the grey dress, or rather, that day, the denim skirt; yes Ellie, the one with my ejaculation between her thighs and whose panties were still crumpled in my pocket. Had Ellie yet noticed they were missing, I wondered?

It was a strange flight. Normally I have some conversation with my neighbour, some social intercourse but Ellie was totally uncommunicative with me, hardly replying to anything I said. She seemed pre-occupied as if something was worrying her. Was it just me or had she detected a lack of panties or a rather damp sticky feeling perhaps even leaking onto her thighs but, with me there, she could hardly slip a hand up her skirt to check. An hour into the flight she had presumably decided to check or else just wanted to relieve herself. It meant she had to speak to me, ask me to move. It seemed to annoy her,

Standing in the aisle as Ellie got up I felt in my pocket. I could slip her panties on again before she walked up the aisle. That would ease her worry. But, having thought of that, another thought, a rather naughty thought, came into my head - could I really fuck her again before she walked up the aisle? It was a challenge and would mean I could beat last year's score!

A silent 'plane suspended in the sky. A pretty girl in a denim skirt paused in the act of walking up the aisle and me taking my shorts off and exposing myself to the whole plane. It showed my confidence in my abilities! "Could you hold these?" I said to a young girl in the adjacent seat as I passed her my clothes. With some difficulty I bent Ellie forward onto her hands, splayed her legs and lifted the skirt.

She did have a fine bottom and I commented upon it to the seated girl as I lifted her hand and placed it on my cock. "I need an erection - it is rather urgent - can you help?" But she didn't. She just sat there unmoving and uncooperative even as I pointed out the finer details of Ellie's bottom to her and how pretty the fine curly hairs peeking through her legs were. To assist, I undid the girl's blouse and lifted her breasts out to see if that helped at all. It did not help her but it caused a stirring in me. I was pleased - it looked like I had the wherewithal and played with the girl's breasts until I had risen to sufficient hardness. Such fresh, firm mounds, such little nipples - perhaps previously undiscovered by male hands. It was almost tempting to come over them rather than in Ellie!

For the second time in less than two hours I slipped under the denim skirt and into the girl. There was no difficulty this time. I had 'pre-lubed' her! My hands slipped under her tee shirt and pushed her bra up. If you are fucking doggy fashion it is very, very important to hold breasts. 

It was a delicious feeling pushing against the soft flesh of Ellie's bottom, delightful to be supporting her by holding her chest in such an intimate way and so strange to be doing all this in the aisle of a crowded aeroplane and, enjoying the rather nice sensations coming from my slippery sliding cock.

"Oh, all right then," I said to the seated girl and lifted her hand so it rested on my partly withdrawn cock, the fingers encircling, "if you want to join in and feel what intercourse is like. Her hand stayed like that as I pushed away - an additional sensation for me.

I like the idea of assisted intercourse. The man and woman aided by a sweet young girl. A completely unnecessary assistance, of course, but how nice to have this assistant ensuring connection; the girl's hand holding the cock and ensuring it enters properly; reaching under to ensure all is well every so often - her hand encircling the moving cock; perhaps assisting with clitoral stimulation with fingers or tongue; holding balls from bouncing around too much or sucking the four nipples - both male and female in turn. Perhaps providing her own lubrication if the woman is a little dry that night, pushing the man's cock into her own vagina to make it slippery - not as intercourse but simply as a service of lubrication. And, of course, dealing with the aftermath when the participants are resting and tired. Bringing hot wet towels to carefully bathe and cleanse the genitalia of the sexual secretions. Or, if the woman failed to come, assisting her with her lips and tongue only to surface with her face red and messy when the job is done.

Once more, standing embedded and thrusting in the aisle came the feeling of no return, my perhaps overused muscles working to expel my semen once more - my genitalia would certainly be going home for a rest! The shivering, electric feeling of ejaculation with not too much ejaculate - three times that day was not going to result in much production but a rather 'dry' intense orgasm for me. We almost fell over with the pulsing electric pleasure of it - my pleasure anyway!

Breathing out, I looked around at the unseeing passengers. It would have been an unusual floor show for them. Carefully I moved the young girl's fingers and disconnected her from my cock. She had been a party to the intercourse - her hand had been intimate with both of us.

As I straightened Ellie and set her back ready for her journey up the aisle. I replaced the panties I had removed back on the ground and in the airport. I am not a collector of women's undergarments; that is not my hobby; I am more interested in the collecting of Corgi and Dinky metal model cars - ha, that surprised you! I do not spend all my spare time engaging in time stop sex after all; I have other interests as well!

I sat back down in my seat with a sigh feeling quite exhausted.

No words from Ellie when she returned and sat down; no words throughout the flight but, to be fair, I did sleep most of it as I was a bit tired after all my exertions of the day. A bit rude on her part, really, given how we had been intimate so many times...

The wheels touched tarmac. The brakes came on. The holiday was over. The time stopper had come home.