Timestop by [email protected]

The first time I managed to make time stop, my first success, and I had the whole world to play in. Turning time back on I jumped into my car. I knew exactly where I was going - I was going to a place where I could guarantee to find a large number of women and girls, most of whom would provide easy access to their cunts by wearing skirts. I was going to the nearest Secondary school.

I parked outside the front door of the school, locked the car and, with a snap of my fingers, stopped time. I pushed open the door and entered the warmth of the lobby. One of the secretaries a woman of about 50, was frozen at her desk by the Enquiry window. She was sitting sideways on to the window. As I walked over to the open hatch I noticed that the way she was leaning slightly forward and turning towards her companion made the top of her blouse gape slightly. Had she been aware of my presence I could only have risked a quick glance down the front of her clothes but now I could take all the time in the world. I leant forward through the hatch and peered down her blouse. I could just see the top of her brassiere. I hooked a trembling finger into the neck of her blouse and pulled it forward. Now I had a clear view down inside her clothing. The tops of her breasts swelled from the top of a white bra. I undid the top three buttons of the cream coloured nylon blouse and pulled it open so that it framed her breasts, nestling in her bra-cups. This took me about 30 seconds but,for her, time was standing still.

She was totally unaware of my presence - if I had stayed for an hour her brain would only register my presence for the time before and the after the timestop. The hour of the timestop would be no more than a heartbeat to her. Whatever happened to her during that time would never impinge on her consciousness. I realised that I could do anything I wanted - and what I wanted most of all at that moment was to see her naked. So then, for the first time in the timestop, I uncovered a woman's breasts. Since that time I have removed thousands of bras, lifted hundreds of cami-tops, pulled down countless bikini-tops but this first time was special. For the first time I had all the time in the world to explore the body of an unresisting woman - I could remove as much or as little of her clothing as I wanted. As it happened I simply leaned through the hatch, slid my hand into her bra and lifted her right breast out of the cup. I can still feel the warmth of it against my hand. She was, according to the sign leaning against the open window, "MRS MARION CHRISTIAN - Reception Secretary".

I cupped "Mrs Marion Christian's" breast in my hand. It was quite large, about a 38C I estimated, and the areole was small around the flattish, red nipple. I pulled out the other one of the pair. Because of the way her breasts were pushed up and squeezed together by her bra her nipples were pushed slightly in towards each other and her cleavage was impressive, a deep cleft into which I pushed a finger, feeling the soft flesh yielding to my touch.

"Nice tits, Marion!" I whispered, flicking her dimpled teats with my finger.

My cock was hard. I opened the door next to the hatch and entered the office. It was a normal office scene. The other person in the room - a slighly younger woman called "MRS PAULINE WILLIAMS - Secretary", according to a name badge pinned to her sweater - was facing Marion and they had obviously been in the middle of a conversation. The bizarre touch was that, thanks to my re-arrangements, the elder woman was sitting with her bare breasts thrusting out of her open blouse. I stripped completely. The building was warm and the thought of being totally nude in front of these two women was unbearably erotic. I placed my clothes on a chair, and stood naked between them. My prick was rock hard and it swayed as I walked over to stand behind the younger woman. She was slimmer than her colleague with shoulder length hair and glasses. Her pale blue polo-neck sweater presented no obstacle. It was not tucked into her skirt and it was the work of a second to pull it up around her armpits, especially as she had been in the process of leaning back in her chair and stretching at the moment when I had stopped time so that her arms were held back, pushing her small breasts into prominence.

I looked around for something to keep her sweater held up out of the way - I had half rolled it up but it kept falling back down - and saw the bulldog clip on her desk. It was ideal for the purpose. I clipped the folds of thin material together and uncovered her tits. It took no more than a second to slide her brassiere up over them so that they hung free. "Hung" is the wrong word. Her tits were tiny, hardly anything at all. I saw a label sticking out from the side band of her bra and smoothed it out -"34A" it read. Her nipples, however, were an erotic treat. They were over half an inch long - I measured them with a ruler which lay on her desk - and were surrounded by dark brown areolae. I straddled her chair and brushed the end of my erect penis over her rubbery teats until they glistened with my juices.

I crawled under the desk in an effort to see their pussies. By pushing their legs apart I could see right up their skirts. Each woman was wearing tights but I could see their panties through the dark nylon - black for Marion and white for Pauline. Keen though I was to explore them further the thought of the problems involved in getting them both off their chairs, undressing them and then getting them back in exactly the same positions after I had re-dressed them made me decide to leave them for another day.

I left the two Secretaries sitting bare-breasted and motionless in their office and went in search of other delights. I did not have far to go. As I pushed through the door which led to the classrooms I almost collided with a young girl frozen in the act of reaching for the same door. She was about 18 years old with long dark hair and a slim, athletic build. The timestop had caught her in mid-stride. One arm was stretched towards the door-handle. I stood close behind her, my erect prick brushing against her grey skirt, and reached around to undo a couple of buttons on her white school blouse. I slid my hand inside it and down into her bra. The breast I was cupping was small and firm. I jiggled it slightly, feeling how taut it was compared to the older boobs I had been fondling a moment before, how the tiny nipple was flat compared to the erect teats of Pauline. I slid my hand out of the girl's blouse and rebuttoned it. Now, thanks to the timestop, I had my first chance to see a young woman's sex. I could take as much time as I wanted, explore as much as I liked.

I knelt in front of the girl. Her grey pleated skirt was slightly flicked up at the front, so different from the static look of a posed photo. She was suspended in mid-stride, both feet on the floor and about two feet apart. I lay on my back and peered up her skirt. No ugly tights impeded my view - I could see right up the short skirt to the tight crotch of her white panties. I reached up and ran my fingers up the inside of her legs, the warm skin of her inner thighs soft against my fingertips. I hooked a finger inside the elastic at her crotch and pulled the material to one side. In the half-light I could see the tight-pressed lips of her sex. I needed a clearer view. I knelt in front of her and raised the hem of her skirt, tucking it into the waistband so that it hung like a curtain, framing the white panties. I pulled the sweet cotton undergarments down to her knees. They would go no further because she was in mid-stride and her legs were apart. She had a bush of light brown hairs on her mound. Her cunt looked slightly odd because of the way her legs were arranged - one does not normally see a naked female frozen in time at such a moment. It was pulled slightly to one side but looked so beautiful, the small pubic bush only partly concealing the tight slit. I lay on my back between her legs again and looked up at her crotch.

By holding her panties to one side I had a perfect view of her young virgin cunny. Her legs were just wide enough apart to expose her sex. Small, coral-pink labia peeped from between the darker outer lips. I reached up and stroked the soft flesh with my left hand as I slowly masturbated with my right. I had to use both hands to pull her bottom cheeks apart far enough for me to see the tight brown rosette of her anus. When I had studied every inch of her secret places I pulled the white panties up snugly and let her skirt drop to cover her limbs once more. My prick was dribbling. Mischeviously I gathered a small drop of the clear fluid on my finger and smeared it onto her slightly parted lips. She would taste my spunk when I re-started time? Would she recognise the taste? I went in search of further delights.

I stopped outside a classroom. Through the glass panel in the door I could see a woman in her early thirties standing in front of a class of teenagers. One arm was at her side and she was pointing at someone with the other. I pushed the door open and entered the room. The teacher (MISS ANDERSON - read the name-plate on her desk) was a homely sort. (No wedding ring so I assumed she was unmarried.) She had mousey hair which hung to her shoulders and she wore spectacles - brown horn-rims which someone had doubtless told her gave her an air of authority. She wore a plain white nylon blouse with only the top button undone (no chance of any of the boys getting a peek down *her* blouse when they stood next to her desk!). Her skirt was equally unremarkable and plain - ending at her knee and fairly loosely cut (if she *did* have to bend over to pick up a fallen piece of chalk, no smart-alec schoolboy was going to get a glimpse of HER panties!)

I stood next to her on the slightly raised dais at the front of the class and looked out at the rows of faces all looking attentively at the teacher. "OK everybody. Miss Anderson will now show you her tits!" I announced. Then I realised that I was naked in front of this group of teenagers. The room was full of what I assumed were the classmates of the girl I had explored in the corridor. Out of the class of about 30 there seemed to be a slight majority of girls and every one of them was staring straight at where their teacher stood next to a naked man with a semi-erection. I looked at a girl in the front row, a pretty brunette with a fine pair of breasts and I felt my cock stiffen again. Time to have some fun!

I reached out my hands and began to unbutton the teacher's blouse to reveal a demure white brassiere. Her breasts were a reasonable size - I walked around behind her, lifted her blouse at the back and read the label sewn into the elasticated panel of her brassiere - 36C. I reached around her and flipped the underwired cups up. Her breasts tumbled out and I was surprised to find that her nipples were small but hard - like two cigarette butts. I pulled at them, rolling them between thumb and forefinger, their rubbery hardness contrasting with the softness of her tit-flesh. I pulled the blouse wide open and tucked the two ends into her skirt, holding it open. Now to expose her most secret places. I knelt in front of her and pulled the hem of her dress up, tucking it too into the waistband. Like her young pupil before her Miss Anderson now had a skirt that hid nothing but acted as a pretty frame for her pantie covered crotch. I slid my fingers into the elastic at the waist of her sensible white panties and pulled them down to her knees. Her pussy was beautiful with a thick vee of dark curly hair almost, but not quite, hiding her dark labia. Because her legs were apart I was able to slide my hand between her thighs and cup her sex. The soft matt of hair was silky and soft and my finger slipped into her cleft, searching for the entrance to her vagina. I had expected her to be tight, difficult to penetrate but my finger slipped straight up her pussy. She was soaking! Of course! The erect nipples, the slippery pussy - Miss Anderson may have been teaching..(I looked at the blackboard)...English, but her mind was on sex!

I left her standing, breasts and pussy exposed to the world, and took a stroll around the classroom. I visited each girls desk and took the chance to explore - sliding my hand inside their blouses to compare titties and flipping their short skirts up so I could slip my hand into their panties. Some were sitting with their legs apart so I could pull their panties to one side and admire their young pussies. One girl, a plumpish blonde with a bored expression, had been caught by the timestop in mid-yawn. I pushed my dribbling cock-end into her open mouth - it fitted perfectly. I thrust my hips lazily and watched the purple glans sliding in and out between her lips. I stopped just in the nick of time - one more thrust and she would have had a mouth full of hot cream.

I needed to come - my cock was throbbing for release. I returned to the front of the class where Miss Anderson was waiting, unblinking, like some shop window dummy but one with real warm flesh and soft, desirable places. I stood behind her. She was just the right height. As I pressed my hips against her buttocks my rigid prick slid between her soft buttocks. I grabbed it and pushed it down between her legs, bending slightly at the knees. I felt the tip slide along her slit and I reached under her and guided it to its target. Her slippery love-hole admitted my cock easily and I began thrusting gently, my cock going up her for maybe 2" or so and then back out before slipping inside her again. I was holding her right breast with one hand, my fingers playing with the tight nub of her nipple. I wrapped my other arm around her waist, holding her steady as I fucked her. I felt the soft twin mounds of her buttocks pressed against me and I slid my hand down over her stomach, down through the springy curls until I could feel my shaft sliding in and out of her cunt, her labia brushing my fingers.

I looked over her shoulder at the audience of teenagers, severely tempted to re-start time and have Miss Anderson suddenly find herself being fucked by a perfect stranger in front of her class. Common sense prevailed but the idea was so exciting that I felt my balls tighten and my cock began to pump jet after jet of sperm into the unresisting teacher. After what seemed like an eternity I pulled my slackening tool out of Miss Anderson's pussy. Cooling sperm dribbled down her thighs. I found a paper towel and mopped it up but she would still be leaking sperm when I re-started time. Just a little puzzle for her to work out. Perhaps she would think she had come in her panties - until she realised that the juices seemed more male than female!

I pulled her panties back up, restored her breasts to her bra and let her skirt fall back into place. Re-buttoning her blouse I nearly succumbed to the temptation to get her tits out and start all over again but, I mused as I tucked the garment carefully back into the top of her skirt, there were plenty more fish in the sea.

On my way out I kissed the nipples of the two secretaries in the reception area as I put their clothing back in order. (The kiss was particularly long and lingering on the nipples of Pauline - nipples that size deserved a lot of attention and I felt my cock stiffening again as I suckled on her teat.) When I was satisfied that everything was as I had found it I went outside and clicked my fingers, re-starting time. Through the window I saw Pauline reach for her breast with a puzzled expression. Just for a fleeting fraction of a second had she felt a man's lips around her nipple? I saw her shake her head and smile to herself. Of course not - that would be impossible!