Meeting an Alien - Steampunk
Copyright© 2025 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 50: Windy Gets Pissed Off
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 50: Windy Gets Pissed Off - Steampunk is a stand alone coming-of-age story. Bill Morgan, Tom’s son, from the first Meeting An Alien story is almost grown up. Bill, at loose ends, arrives on Earth-19 where many dangers, challenges and needy damsels await him. It is a separate story with all new characters and a places; i.e. it is a vastly different world with a an Old-West feel. Think mid-19th century; Steam power, percussion cap weapons and duals to the death.
Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Ma Fa mt ft Coercion Consensual Romantic Farming Restart Steampunk Science Fiction Aliens Alternate History Post Apocalypse Time Travel Paranormal Magic Spanking Interracial Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female Indian Female Anal Sex First Oral Sex Pregnancy Voyeurism Big Breasts Size Small Breasts Smoking
I pulled the contract out and handed it to Windy. She looked long and hard at me. She thinks she’s possibly being shanghaied.
She signed it. I handed her the bank card.
“What’s this?”
I said, “It’s a debit card for expenses. The code to use is 8951. You will need the card. It will double as your expense card to buy food and drink. Make your necessary calls, have supper, and I will pick you up in the morning and take you to Williamsburg.”
Windy said, “That easy, huh?”
I said, “Sure, why make things hard?”
“So - you really are rich?”
I said, “Rich as it gets. Wait until you see my house.”
I really did like my house. After the quick remodel, the Heillizdt continued to improve it. They had changed all the furniture. My bedroom set is an imported Red Danish 9-piece set. The main dining room was Queen Anne. Paloma likes the Federal period in her room. My home office had been revised to Victorian style. I did have them add casters to my office chair.
There is a 6-person soaking tub and a giant shower in my bathroom. My bed is two king-size frames screwed together. I’m glad I don’t have to change the sheets.
They had finished the pool in the cellar.
Every room on the second and third floors has the Heillizdt spatial anomaly bump-outs. They are now all converted to bedroom suites. The house is much bigger inside than it looks from the outside. That’s thanks to the alien bump-outs. The two top floors have double the square footage they had before. We who live here can access everything.
Visitors don’t realize there are hidden, bumped-out rooms upstairs. Every bedroom has become a three-room suite. It has a bedroom, a private bath with a sizable walk-in closet, with a sitting area. Each suite has become the size of an average house on this planet. The local houses are small.
My own bed and bath suite is over 3000 feet alone.
Ox said, “Ready to go home?”
“Please.”
I felt dirty visiting New York, the nasty ass place. At home, I took my clothes off and said, “Pool, please.”
I used the 12-foot high diving board to jump in.
I swam for a long while, purging my mind of spurious thoughts. I needed to return the horses and carriages in the morning.
I need a male sidekick. I got used to having Mathew Reese Edwards around, not that he was that good of a sidekick. Well, he did shoot two hoods when he needed to.
Mathew’s slow on the uptake, and even after being conked, he was not putting 2 and 2 together well. Soraya Guerrero is sharp. She is going to be a great assistant for him. She will become the secret boss there. Mathew can still come up with our tobacco blends.
I had an assistant, but Paloma’s the boss here at the house and also keeps the everyday part of my business running. Should I look for a male sidekick, a capable woman from this period, or someone from my own world and time?
Michizoe Manami could be one; she really kicks ass and is cute as hell. Sadly, she’s an oriental and sticks out like a sore thumb in this era. She also spends a lot of time at the bawdy house.
I ported to my bathroom and used a towel to dry off.
“Ox, you have me picking Windy up in the morning and returning horses and carriages, too.”
He said, “You’re correct about the horses ... Remember, we’d timed it back a day, so it gets confusing after that.”
I asked, “We will pick her up ‘last night?’ That isn’t very clear.”
Ox said, “We will provide her with Exos and the required background programming. That way, your family secrets remain a secret. We anticipate that you and Windy will end up here tomorrow or the day after. That way, you have time to run some of your errands.
“Jesus H!”
I woke the next morning and looked at the Big Ben wind-up alarm clock. I had to pee. It’s 5:25. I looked around me; I was in bed, and Paloma was on the far side. She was so far away I couldn’t even reach her.
Evidently, Paloma decided I needed a Bill’s night off. She IS the gateway to my bedroom.
I dressed and went downstairs for a cup of coffee. I was sipping coffee when I felt Johana press her big tits around my neck from behind. She hugged me and slid her lovely breasts around the side.
“You seem to have the weight of the world on your shoulders, Bill.”
I said, “No, that was the weight of your extraordinary titties on my shoulders.”
Giggle, “Paloma tells me you are hiring a special cook.”
I said, “Yes. You know I am not from here, right? This woman is a special chef from home. She will create meals from my world. You two will share the cooking duties. Are you OK with that?”
She said, “Hell yes. I have been run ragged for some time now. Don’t worry, sweety, (she patted my hand) we women will work it out.”
She brought me a Danish. She must have found the town’s secret baker. Then again, she’s lived here all her life. She obviously knew about the baker of fantastic pastry items.
She brought me a refresher on my coffee. I had shifted my chair around, so she came between my legs. She pulled her top off and put my face right between her plump, comfortable tits.
They are Excellent ear warmers, and I do love her natural female scent. I communed with her marvelous mammaries for a long time. I needed that.
She said, “I worry for you, Bill. You work so hard and push yourself all the time. Would you think about slowing down? Every woman in the house loves you dearly, all the way down to little Anna Bielsa. There are over a score of your women now. Some you see every day, while others are seen occasionally. We all depend on the love you show us. Can you do that?”
I said, “I am thinking I need a sidekick. I had picked Paloma for that, but between dealing with the tobacco company reports, and the house...”
She said, “You don’t have to solve every problem right away. Learn to let the pot simmer so it brings out the best flavor.”
I chuckled, “A cooking metaphor?”
She said, “Whatever metaphor is? Just listen to a wise old woman and think about things.”
I took a nipple gently in my lips., “These are not the tits of an old woman.”
She took my face and kissed me hard.
Johana smiled and said, “Thank you for giving me back my pretty titties. I had missed them.”
She wiggled her ass my way as she went over to the kitchen. She pulled her top back on.
Ox said, “Is this an opportune time?”
“It’s good.” I stood up, and he moved me to the new tobacco farm outside Franklin.”
Soraya saw me and walked right over, “The horses have been fed and watered and are all ready to go.”
I said, “Thank you. Where’s Mathew?”
She smiled, “Sleeping. We had our wedding night last night. He accepted me as his mistress. I made his dreams come true. He’s a sweet man. We will be very happy.”
I kissed her cheek and held it, “I know you two will be happy. Take care of him for me.”
I went over to the carriage in front and mounted up. The two carriages are connected so that I can drive them by myself. The back carriage has a wood bar linking it to the front one.
I did the giddap thing and guided the carriages toward the road.
Ox plunked my shotgun next to me. The drive was several hours of country boredom.
In town, I turned the carriages in and got my deposit back. I walked to Pez Volador and untied her. Her AI took us back out towards the bay.
We passed through a swampy area, and Pez made us invisible. We popped up high, and Pez flew us quickly to my house. Pez hovered over it, and I ported down to my office. I broke out a pipe and my Kindle and settled in for a few hours of smoking and relaxation. No moving, no talking to people, just being alone. I really needed some relaxing ‘me’ time.
Ox eventually said, “Ready to pick up Windy?”
I said, “That’s tomorrow.”
He said, “We timed all that. Earth 23 and 19 are not aligned anywhere near the same time. That’s why you have an AI; we handle those issues for you. Let’s go get her.”
I said, “Fine!”
I found myself at a door in a dark, dingy hallway. It smells of urine.
Ox said, “This is the place. Just so I am not blindsiding you, we do need to get her a car in Fort Lauderdale.”
I said, “Not today. Does it have to be in Fort Lauderdale?”
He said, “That’s where your parents always went for supplies.”
I laughed, “You must be here from the government, you’re here to help me, right? Did it occur to you to ask Windy what town ‘she’ wants to pop into and out of? Maybe she wants to be near her family. What difference does that make to us in the Provincial Williamsburg area?”
Ox said, “So?”
I said, “Why don’t we take her back to Williamsburg first. That way, she can see what she volunteered for. She needs to become more familiar with the concept and area. She should also meet with Johana and talk about cooking things with her.”
He said, “So, we take her to your house now?”
I said, “No. We take Windy to my office downtown. I can walk her around and show her that she will actually be on an alternate colonial age version of Earth. Then I can take her home and introduce her to people.”
“Errr...”
I said, “Did I break you? That sounded bad.”
He said, “Ha ha, no, but it did necessitate me using many more cycles to compute what you said, More than I care to admit. You are correct, she needs to acclimate.”
I pushed the old mechanical doorbell in the middle of the door.
“Dunk - dunk.”
‘Jeeze, what was that?’
Windy opened the door like she was ready to bolt.
I said, “Do you need any help?”
She pointed at a carry-on bag. I picked it up and we ported directly to Williamsburg. I set her carry-on on the floor of my office.”
She looked around and yelled, “I fucking knew it!”
I looked at her like she was being an idiot.
I softly said, “Welcome to Colonial Williamsburg?”
She looked around. She noticed the PC on my desk. The door opened, and Paloma walked in with a “What did you do, Bill?” expression on her face. I just shrugged and smiled.
She pointed and asked, “Is this Windy Rhodes?”
I said, “Paloma Gálvez, meet Windy Rhodes. Windy, Paloma is my executive assistant.”
“Oh?”
I said, “You are near Williamsburg, William and Mary Town, to be exact. You have not been kidnapped or anything. You are here to cook for my family and me, as advertised.”
Pippa peeked in. I waved her in.
I said, “Windy, this is Pippa; she and Paloma are both part of my family, and they also run my company office.”
Paloma said, “What has he told you?”
Windy said, “Almost nothing. I would be his family chef and live in a mansion. That’s about it.”
Paloma looked at me disapprovingly and held her hand out to Windy.
Paloma said, “Come, let’s have a chat session in my office, girls only.”
They looked at me and I retorted, “Fine,” grouchily.
After they left, I thought about the Taíno Cheroot project at Henson. I should have stopped in there after returning the carriages and horses. Obviously, I was somewhat confused. All my comings and goings were mounting up.
I said, “Gloria, are you busy, dear?”
She said, “Give me a minute, where are you?”
I said, “My company office is in William and Mary Town.”
A few minutes later, she popped in.
She said, “That was fun. So, this is your office?”
I said, “Yes, mine and Paloma’s. Paloma is right next door in conference with my new cook and our secretary, Pippa. She is also our doorkeeper. Her full name is Pippa Sharp.”
“Uhm, I hoped I could get an update on the Taíno girls on the cheroot project.”
Gloria said, “It’s been a rough few days for them. The conk treatment confused them. At this point, they are just about ready for me to turn them over to Jorge and Juan. They have rearranged the tables on our factory floor to make room for them.”
Gloria said, “Anagui is a smart, capable woman, and the girls follow her lead. They have been to town and we got them clothes and necessities.”
I said, “So, that’s about to get started, and it should work as expected?”
She said, “Yes. Give us a week or two.”
I sent, “Paloma dear, Gloria is here. We are talking about the Taíno Cheroot project.”
Paloma rushed in, and the two sisters embraced with happy tears in their eyes. They stood back, their hands on each other’s upper arms. They looked at each other up and down.
Gloria said, “Wow!”
Paloma echoed, “Wow indeed.”
I saw their eyes move oddly and knew they were mentally communicating.
I hadn’t realized they hadn’t seen each other in a while. They were both dressed to the nines. Both of them had started with near-perfect bodies. They didn’t need much to become totally perfect. Now they look young, lovely, and healthy. They both have a glow about them. I loved seeing their bums and breasts wobble enticingly.
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