Meeting an Alien - Steampunk
Copyright© 2025 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 51: Caroline López - Realtor
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 51: Caroline López - Realtor - 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 said, “Ox, let’s make a few small modifications to Windy while she sleeps. Fix her skin; completely clear, no scars, no stretch marks or beauty marks. Leave her pussy as is, seriously thin the hair on her labia for a change of pace. Leave her tits alone, although they could be tightened slightly.”
He said, “One hangs lower than the other.”
I said, “Get them closer, but I want to see them still have a small difference.”
He sent me a 3D spinning image of the changes I asked for.
I said, “Approved, my friend, she is prettier now, she’s still essentially herself, just tuned up to look better.”
I noticed that her areola shade has appeared after being washed. It’s very light. Previously, all I saw was a circle of tiny bumps around the perimeter. They have changed to a light beige shade.
I watched her in her bath. She took care of herself. I assume her build is because she had grown up on a farm. She did not look like the average girl with a big fat ass and a nasty entitled attitude.
I never allowed girls or women to run over me. I had my Dad’s patented scowl when necessary. One look from Dad could make an MMA wrestler piss himself.
Windy started to finger herself.
I said, “OK, that’s enough, Ox. I want to anticipate enjoying her in the next few days.”
My women that night rode me hard and put me away wet. I woke to sunshine and a girl jumping up and down in my room.
Windy exclaimed, “You did it. You made me pretty.”
She was in a flimsy nightie. Little was left to my imagination.
She said, “When is the rest going to be done?”
I said, “Well ... we never discussed what you wanted. You are quite pretty now. What more is there to do?”
She pointed to her teeth, “Fix the gap there, and fix my left boob. I also would like to lose a few more pounds.”
I said, “Hmm, I like the gap in your teeth, it’s very cute. Your boobs are near perfect, with two slightly different ones. I get two different boobs for the price of one. Shouldn’t a chef or cook have a pound or two on her?”
“Sweety, you are near perfect as you are. You look very cuddly. I wouldn’t change a damn thing. Could you think about those things for me? Besides, I still have not made love to you. Big changes require an injection down below.”
I wiggled my eyebrows.
Ox said, “Her knees almost buckled. Smell her scent. She wants you. She now realizes you are a powerful man and you like her as she is. She is unsure how to deal with that. Watch her eyes, they constantly move and change. You are seriously fucking up her head.”
I swung my sheets off, and she looked right at Mr Cocky. He was showing her he was a righteous big fellow.
Windy covered her mouth, “Ohhh myy. I didn’t...”
I went in to pee and came back out. Windy was lying on the bed, her feet on the floor. Her chest was rising and falling fast as she panted.
She tracked me coming back into the room. She saw my cock again. I had kept it hard for her.
Her breathing increased, and her scent was stronger.
I pointed to her pussy, which was just showing under the nighty.
“Is that breakfast?’ She got wide-eyed as I approached and got on my knees. I pulled her hips until she was where I wanted her.
I slowly licked from her perineum to her clitoral hood. I made sure to tug her hood up with my tongue and hold it there.
“UHNnnnnnnnnnn...”
I licked her and then I licked her more. I kept it light. I made sure her hymen was well soaked in Exos as I reached under her nighty to grab each Double D titty. My fingers danced on her fat nipples, which were very evident to my hands.
I continued the onslaught of her pussy, but I did not let her come. Every time she got close, I lightened up my tongue pressure on her clit.
“Ox, link her nipples to her clit.”
A minute later, “Linked.”
I worked her over for maybe ten minutes when I got the brilliant idea to use my tongue to take care of her pesky cherry. I did it in stages.
I had Ox change to the long, skinny tongue. Then I poked a small hole in her hymen. She did not react to that. I did it again, going in at least an inch. Finally, I stuck my tongue in all the way. The Exos had let me deflower her without pain or blood.
“OhmiOhmiOhmiOhmiOhmi, GOOoooood!! OHHHHH=SHITTT ... Mmmmm uuuuuuhhh...”
By the time she cooled down and opened her eyes, I dressed and headed down for breakfast.
I got coffee and a bowl of Scottish oatmeal. It had black currents in it this morning. I enjoyed the hardness of the cut oats and the semi-bitter black currents. No sugar or honey on my food. All I wanted was goat cream and butter.
Windy was just a few minutes behind me.
I said, “Ox, I do not detect a bra.”
He said, “Somehow they don’t seem to fit her this morning. She found all her new outfits this morning. Sorry, no bras or panties in her new outfits. There was no underwear there, either. That happened when she came out from washing her face and brushing her teeth, right after you ate at her Y.” (Chuckle) I said, “Good job. Windy does not need one now. I felt them. Awesome ta-ta’s my friend, you do good work.”
He said, “It helps if you enjoy your job.”
“Hmm...”
He said, “What?”
I said, “The pace lately has been hazardous to my health. It’s too complex, too many changes. I am hopping from one frying pan right into the next.”
“Noted. Gigziks is aware of your feelings now.”
I said, “I thought she understood that the other day. Windy was a real rush job on their part. I’m glad we got her, but rush, rush, rush is all I seem to do lately.
Windy leaned over and whispered. “Uhm, upstairs...”
I interjected, “It was very nice.”
She whispered. “Nobody has...”
I said, “They should have, you are a very sexy lady.”
She said, “I am?”
I said, “Oh HELL YA! Have you ever seen an old Marilyn Monroe movie?”
She said, “Yes?”
I said, “Hon, you almost have her exact body type. She was busty and well-endowed. Men want a woman who has some curves. That’s the kind of woman we want to fill up with babies. Forget what you thought was pretty back home; that place is screwed up beyond repair. Things here are very different. This place still has reality.”
She said, “You did not just say that. You want to put babies in me?”
I said, “I do, later on, though. I want you to change our menu here first.”
She had finished her coffee.
I said, “Are you ready to go?”
“Where?”
I said, “Ft. Lauderdale. We should see if you like that area.”
“That sounds like fun. I was worried I may be trapped here in the past forever.”
I said, “No. As far as I know, other than my Dad, you and I are the only two here that can travel to 23, our home planet. Follow me, sweety.”
I walked towards the portal in my office. Aloud, I said, “Dad’s Garage in Florida.”
We came out. I went over to the key rack and grabbed the keys to the BMW G 325 E. I got my helmet and Mother Connie’s helmet for Windy. I put the helmet on her and strapped mine on.
I mounted up, and she gingerly got on the bike behind me. I grabbed her hands and said, Grab my waist firmly. I won’t be going fast; we are just riding to a car dealership. Is a Ford, OK?”
She said, “It’s fine. This is my first time on a motorcycle.”
I said, “Open the garage door.”
It opened, and I eased out slowly. At the street, I stopped and watched, and waited. I turned south and headed towards the nearest bridge to the mainland. I felt Windy trembling. She was thrilled by the ride.
We spent 20 minutes getting to the dealership due to traffic and red lights. We pulled in at the dealership, and I parked in the owner’s spot. Someone came out, and when I pulled my helmet off, “Bill! Welcome back. I have not seen you in a while.”
I said, “Dad set me up with my own business in Williamsburg, Virginia. This is my friend, Windy Rhodes. Windy, this is Roger Dodger.”
Windy said, “Huh, really?”
Roger said, “It’s actually Frank Rodger Dodge! Only Bill calls me that.”
I grinned.
She got off, and I did too. We left the helmets on the seat and headed towards the massive showroom.
I asked her, “You have a license, right?”
She said, “It’s from Indiana.”
I said, “That will work. What do you want? Do you prefer a van or an SUV?”
She thought a minute. Frank wandered off. He was more of a security and greeter person than a salesman.
She said, “I think a van. I don’t think I need any passenger space. A cargo van?”
Let’s go over and look at a few of them.
We approached that area, and one of the salesmen came out.
“Mr. Morgan, are you here to see someone or are you here for a vehicle?”
I said, “Hello, Clark. I am here with Windy Rhodes, my newest employee. I think she needs a Transit 250 cargo van with the high roof.”
He said, “Gasoline or Electric?”
I looked at her and she shrugged.
I said, “Let’s go with Gasoline and preferably in white.”
He showed us to one, and Windy and I opened all the doors, pushed buttons, and adjusted the seats, getting a feel for it.
We looked at each other and nodded.
I asked, “Did you want to test drive it first, Windy?”
She nodded yes.
Clark said, “I need a copy of her license.”
We went to Clark’s office, and he copied her license, and we went outside. I watched the two of them get in the demo van and drive around the block. They were soon back, and we were back in his office.
Clark said, “How do you want to process this? Cash, credit, or lease.”
I said, “Standard three-year lease. Windy will pay for it with a monthly draw on her debit card. For now, use my Dad’s address. We need to find her a place of her own after we leave here. She will update you sometime next week. Does that work for you?”
He said, “As long as you cosign with ‘Owners Son’ beside or under your name.”
I said, “Hook her up with Insurance from Progressive. Same debit card.”
Wendy handed the card over to him.
“OK.”
He filled out the paperwork. I had seen dozens of the white 250 E’s on the side lot. They could stay there as far as I cared.
Clark went off to pass on our sales agreement. He picked keys from a locker and took them to the sales manager. He was soon back with two sets of keys and the contact.
We had done what we needed to do, and Clark led us out to her van. She drove it back to the house following me, and I put the bike and helmets away. I took her inside in case the parents or siblings were around. The folks were still vacationing somewhere.
I took her to my room and started up my old PC. I planned to look at properties.
Ox said, “I have what you probably want. It’s 3107 NE 23rd Ct, here in Fort Lauderdale. It’s five blocks from the beach. 6 bedrooms, 7 baths, 4600 square feet. It has a small pool, and it’s near a canal that lets you out. She could boat all the way out to the ocean from there. It has a lift for a jet ski. Lease or buy, it’s furnished too.”
I went to the Realtor’s page and typed the address in. I pulled it up.
I said, “My AI found this for you. What do you think?”
She looked at the listing and paged through it several times.
I realized the layout is similar to the smaller house my Dad had first bought in Fort Lauderdale. The house is now the site of your old school. It was missing the tower, and the grounds were completely different and smaller. The grounds on this property are non-existent; it’s all paved now. The house still had the same layout as Dad’s, but with different bedrooms and bathrooms. The kitchen did not have a sit-in dining area. At the back, there is a small kidney-shaped pool and a tiny pool pump house. It’s different, but still similar.
Windy said, “It’s positively massive. I don’t need something that big.”
I said, “It’s minutes from the beach. Can you see yourself here on your days off? Walk on the beach, eat at one of the local hot spots...”
She said, “I don’t know ... I think I’d be happier in something smaller.”
I said, “Can we at least look at it. Maybe I will swim in your pool. I could add a jet ski out back.”
“Umm...”
I pulled out my cell and called the number. I talked to Caroline López. She could meet us there at 1:30.
I asked Windy to drive us there. I have a learner’s permit. I can drive smaller electric motorcycles during the day. I could drive us because she’s an adult. Besides, I wanted her to get used to using the van.
We got in the van and I punched up the navigation app. I entered 3111 NE 23rd Ct, Fort Lauderdale, Florida.
It showed several paths. I selected ‘fastest trip.’ We pulled into the circular driveway, and she stopped at the automatic privacy fence on the left side. We got out and walked around the front, getting a feel for the place. There are two gates for the fence, one for each garage door. The driveway is a white brick zig-zag pattern. I noticed all the neighboring houses had a similar driveway pattern.
There are two Canary Island Date Palms out front, a circular driveway, a two-car and a one-car garage. This looks so similar to Dad’s first place.
An apparent neighbor came over. She paused as she examined our clothes. I had dressed for Ft Lauderdale. We were both well-dressed, if still casual. I almost snickered at her bitchiness.
“I’m Helen Marks. I’m next door. ( points ) Are you parking here to go to the beach?”
I laughed out loud, “No. I’m William Morgan, and this is Windy Rhodes, my employee. We are looking at buying or leasing this property. The Realtor will meet us here at 1:30 if you would like to call her and confirm.”
She said, ‘You seem young to be buying a house.”
I said, ‘Windy isn’t. I won’t be living here; this is to be her place.”
“She can afford this place?”
I said, “I can. I am William Morgan, as in Morgan Ford, Morgan Enterprises, and other Morgan companies. Just not that big law firm, we are no relation to those Morgans.”
“I saw the logo on the van.”
I stuck my hand out and we shook. She muddled. I pecked her lips wetly while she was out of it. I didn’t worry as no camera ever records me. They would record a glitch.
There are only a few houses on the street, and all the privacy fences provide so much privacy that nobody has seen me. Ox would have warned me.
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