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The Time Machine

Copyright© 2014 by Wyden Long

Chapter 2

Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Walter stumbles onto the secrets of making time stop, then lets his inner teenager come forth.

Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   NonConsensual   Science Fiction  

Walter stumbled onto a method to freeze time while trying to design an anti-gravity generator. He had turned on the power to his anti-grav unit for it's first full blown test and had been severely disappointed when it failed to affect the weight of his test load. He was about to turn it off when he noticed that the test clock was not ticking.

He also found that nothing changed in his entire measurable universe except him. He could find no set of known criteria that explained it until he realized that the field only affected things outside a three foot radius from it when it was turned on. A few minutes thought made him realize the value of what he had.

He got into the habit of bringing the blonde from across the hall into his workshop and posing her in various modes of display while he worked. Sometimes she would sit on his desk, always nude, with her knees spread wide to part her pink pussy lips to inspire him. The best part was that she never covered herself up, just let him look as long as he wanted.

He didn't particularly like her, but she was nearby and had a gorgeous body. A few times, he flicked the field off with his pulse switch while he was fucking her, just enough for her to realize what was happening to her.

It was driving her crazy. She was having these weird daydreams that seemed like more than dreams, and every time she had one, she found her cunt full of cum. It didn't taste like Max's cum, either.

When she had these crazy dreams, the old fart from across the hall was always fucking her, sometimes in the cunt, sometimes the mouth and sometimes the ass. She always found cum in those same places after the daydream, but there was no way she could place the blame on him. They would happen while she was cooking breakfast, while relaxing in the tub, or cleaning house. One thing she knew for certain, she was not telling Max. He would find some way to blame it on her!

The dreams showed no sign of letting up. She had to find some way to see what was causing them or if she was completely crazy. She had no idea how to go about it, but she finally went across the hall. When Walter came to the door, she just looked at him. Yes, that was the man she kept seeing during these episodes, but what next?

Walter stood there, completely at ease, waiting for her to formulate her question. He had no reason to cause problems for her, she was just the closest good-looking woman to his apartment, so she got selected.

"I, I, did you, have you..." she trailed off, not knowing what to say, but needing to get to the bottom of it to save her sanity. "May I come in?" she finally managed, knowing that Max would be away for several more hours.

"Sure. Come on in. Beautiful women are always welcome here."

She didn't much care for his smirk, but first things first.

"Would you care for something to drink?"

"No, I ... well, okay. Do you mind if I smoke?"

"Not if you take your clothes off first."

"Oh! I'm getting out of here!"

"It's just a little joke. Yes, I mind if you smoke, but only about as much as you would mind taking your clothes off in front of a stranger. I only say it that way to show degree of caring, not to make some stupid attempt to seduce you."

"Boy, you sure had me going there for a minute. I guess I'm pretty up tight right now about something I was hoping you might be able to help me with."

Walter brought her a tall gin and tonic.

"Thanks." She settled back into the chair, slightly more relaxed after his sly humor and the familiarity of the drink in her hand. It did not occur to her that he had given her her favorite drink, including the unusual brand of gin she preferred. She had other things on her mind at the moment.

"I don't know how to say this, but I'm been having some disturbing experiences, lately, that you seem to figure into somehow, and I was hoping that you might be able to shed some light on them."

"What kinds of experiences?"

"They are very hard to describe."

"Well, are they antagonistic, rewarding, adventurous, excruciating or what?"

"In a way they are rewarding, but so strange that I can't accept them."

"Strange in what way?"

"It's hard for me to say to a stranger."

"Oh. Then if you're like most people, it must have something to do with sex."

"Yeah. That's why I have a hard time telling you about them."

"What is the worst thing that happens to you if you tell me?"

"I don't know. I guess I would be embarrassed. These things are pretty personal and I'm not accustomed to sharing my personal experiences with other people, especially men."

"Which is worse, being a little embarrassed or not knowing why you are having these experiences?"

"I've got to find out the story about these things, so I guess I'll tell you. I keep having things like daydreams or visions where you and I are having sex." she blushed.

"Sex? You and me? Seems pretty strange, all right. What kind of sex?"

"You know, just sex."

"No, it helps if you tell me exactly what kind of sex."

"Well, regular sex and also in my mouth and in my ass."

"Huh. It does sound strange, doesn't it? For what it's worth, I've been having the same sort of experiences. I was really delighted that you came here today, because there was no way I could come to your apartment and ask such questions. You would have had me thrown out."

"You have! Golly! Yeah, I guess you're right. Max would have killed you for asking a thing like that. What does it mean?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe just seeing you in the hallway once in a while has caused me to use you as a model in my fantasies and they are somehow projecting into your mind as well."

"Well, stop it! It isn't nice to break into someone else's mind like that."

"I don't think I have any control over something like that, besides, you can't blame me for noticing how desirable you are."

"I gue--"

At this moment, Walter flipped the switch. He took a long time to size up the situation and to plan his next move. He had not thought very far ahead concerning the effect his actions would have on her. Maybe it was time to think a little.

For starters, he lifted her skirt and removed her panties. He loved the smell of warm panties, straight off the crotch with the little soils of a woman's busy day. After stuffing them in his pocket and rearranging her the way she had been, he turned the field off.

"--ss I..." She started to finish the word she had started, but began to realize that her bare ass was now resting on the cushions of his couch.

"Oh, my, it's happening again!" she blurted.

"What is it?" he offered.

"Oh! It's too embarrassing. I can't tell you!"

"If you want to work this thing out, you must tell me everything. If you don't tell me, you'll have to tell somebody. I guess you could tell Max or you could go to a high priced psychologist who would just listen as I'm offering to do. Take your pick."

"I guess you're right. I can't tell Max and I can't afford a shrink, so I'll try to tell you. I, I was just sitting here and suddenly it feels like I'm not wearing any panties."

"Were you wearing any when you came in?"

"Certainly! What kind of person do you think I am?"

"I hardly know you yet, but I wouldn't think you were a bad person if you preferred to not wear panties. I think it is nobody's business but your own. Who am I to pass judgment on you for anything?"

"That's right, but most people don't think like you do."

"That's a fact!"

"What kind of work do you do?"

Walter explained that he was an electronics genius who worked out of his home, designing products for big companies to produce.

"Would I know of any of your products?"

"I doubt it. They are mostly used in high precision industrial automation."

"Wow, that's fa--"

He hit the switch again and removed her bra before switching back on.

"--scinating ... There! It happened again. Now it feels like my bra is gone."

"Does it just feel like these things are gone, or are they really missing? Clothes don't just evaporate, do they?" He sort of hated himself for teasing her, but he felt he was just paying back a lifetime of teasing from members of her sex.

It was fun to watch her squirm around, feeling herself here and there to verify that she was indeed sitting there with him, nude under her flimsy dress. He liked the idea a lot, but kept his emotions out of his face and voice.

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