Meeting an Alien - Steampunk
Copyright© 2025 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 68: Burnout - Kauai Bound
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 68: Burnout - Kauai Bound - 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 saw that Charlot was my waitress this morning. I heard a woman in the back cussing and rattling pans about. I ordered coffee and waited patiently for the cook to get her shit together. I could have gone home, and Johana would have immediately fixed me up. I wanted to see what the early crowd looked like here. I had always come in during mid-morning or later.
Charlot (pronounced like Charlotte) acted curious when she brought my coffee. She evidently wanted to talk, yet she faced the front door and was close to the wall within reach of me. As she said something nervously about opening up, she stepped a bit closer, and I guessed as to what she wanted. That was a hint.
I slid my hand under her short frock and lay it on the back of her calf. I let it stay there as she got very quiet and just stared unseeingly at the front door. Was she frozen or excited? Oh yes, she’s excited. I sensed her interest. She’s muddled, but horny on her own.
There was no worry of discovery, and there was almost no foot traffic outside yet. I think I had spiked her senses. I slid my hand up to hold her left thigh, just shy of her bum cheek. I felt her leg tremble a little bit. I think I smelled her. It could be wishful thinking. There’s only one way to know.
That’s when Ox showed me an up-skirt. Her frock is a loose one-piece. Who knows what’s under there?
I said, “Ox, aversion field at the door and kitchen.”
“Aversion fields.”
Evidently a her carpet is the same shade as her drapes. She has caramel-brown pubic hair below and matching shiny, curly hair on her head.
Ox zoomed in when she stepped her legs apart about 10 inches. There’s an invitation if I ever saw one. She is mid-20s at least and still a virgin? I slid my hand up to her opening and rested my right forefinger on it. I let it sit there as she stood nervously.
Her legs faltered.
“Hunghhhhh...”
I worried she might dash off on me. Happily, she stayed frozen as I started to lightly run my finger back and forth through her now-wet slit. I wet my finger to make my finger slide more easily. I was also gifting her some Exos. She shivered and then trembled as I kept rubbing her inner groove and delicate folds. Ox has a close-up displayed in my eye of my finger and her pussy.
I turned towards her and put my left hand on her left breast.
She sobbed, and I heard her breath quicken. Charlot is panting now. I started to barely move my left hand on her small ‘A’ cup tittie, while I continued rubbing her inner lips. I changed from my finger sliding up and down to centering my fingertip in one delightful spot. The camera view made this so easy for me.
Charlot moved her legs further apart. That made it easier for me to rub her happy place. My hand was still between her inner thighs and crooked around the bend to reach her clitoris.
Charlot’s hips began to wriggle and squirm from side to side, and she quietly moaned.
Her eyes are squinted almost closed, and I know she was getting close. Both nipples were now hard and showing through the top of her frock. At the exact right time, I grabbed her left nipple and I rubbed more insistently on her clitoris. Her juices allowed me to frig her at a quicker speed.
“OOHHhhhhhhhhhhh ... Ohhhhhhhhhh ... Ummmmmm ... Uh, uh, uhhhhh...”
We heard footsteps, and she jumped as she became more lucid. She looked at me in shock as I stuck my finger in my mouth and savored her taste.
The footsteps had gone by. Charlot relaxed and plopped down on a chair with her knees touching mine.
She said, “I never felt...”
I said, “Few women get to feel that. Are you alright, dear?”
She nodded, “Yes.”
Charlot looked at my coffee, “I think I let your coffee get cold, let me get you another.”
When Charlot got back, I leaned in for a kiss, and she froze as I kissed her. I rubbed my slobbery finger across her vaginal lips and, in particular, up and down her barrier. That should make it easy when the time comes. I figure I’ve piqued her interest in sex. She will fuck somebody soon, now that she knows how good it could feel.
“OOHH!”
Ox said, “Any wishes for her?”
I said, “No, nothing particular. Oh yes, her freckles are dark; make those fade away over the next month.”
Ox said, “Done. I thought you were going to do her on the table.”
I said, “I considered it. First, I passed up Aimee, who had slept with me the night before. Now I could have taken Charlot right here on the table, but I was kinda ‘Meh.’ Do you gather my meaning?”
Ox said, “I just tabulated your recent love life. You are correct. You’ve slowed down. I noticed earlier that you seem to have grown disinterested in leaving babies all around. Now you are passing up new or strange pussy, too. Your own mantra is ‘there is no pussy like new pussy.’ What gives, bub?”
Just then, Charlot asked me what I wanted for breakfast.
I said, “Let me have dark toast on a plate, put two eggs, sunny side up on top of that. Smother that with sausage gravy. If I can, let me get double sausage bits in the gravy and add sausage links on the side.”
Charlot said, “That will cost extra for the sausages.”
I smiled, “That’s fine, Sweety.”
She wiggled her hips as she headed back to the kitchen.
I said, “As we were saying. I am not sure why I feel so uneasy. I will say that I probably need a vacation. Not two days off here or three there. I have been balls-to-the-wall since I arrived on 19. Maybe that’s it.”
“I don’t feel manipulated or rushed anymore, but I still feel like I get no time to rest and recoup. When’s the last time I went to the dojo? See, I’m keyed up. I just realized I killed a man without a second thought. That’s not good, Ox.”
Ox said, “If you think that’s so, there’s a simple solution. Go home to Earth 23 and take a week or two off. You could even go anywhere in the world you want. When you feel refreshed and want to return, we’ll time you back here from a few minutes after you left.”
“Only you and I need to know about that. Nobody locally would know you went AWOL for a time.”
I said, “That sounds like a great plan. I need a beach, I need to see some bikinis, and I need to relax. How about Wailua, Kauai? I always felt calm walking the beaches there, and ‘Opaeka’a Falls is nice too.”
Ox said, “Can you wait a day?”
I said, “Yes. I still have to get the gold back into the bank this morning, but why wait?
Ox said, “You are already physically fit enough to pass as an adult. If I make a few small changes to fill in your face, you will pass for a 20-something. We will get you a new I.D. That way you can have a drink, or smoke, or even rent a car.”
I said, “That’s an excellent point, in which case I would want a smoking hotel room with access to a veranda or something.”
Ox said, “The Likahina Resort south of Wailua has private cabanas on the beach.”
I said, “That sounds perfect.”
Charlot brought my breakfast, and I dug in. It’s outstanding.
Ox and I threw a few ideas around.
Ox said, “Ships-Beings’ offspring recommend the vacation date start on April 7, 1980.
I said, “That seems like a long time back. Why time it back to that far?”
Ox said, “There are several good reasons. Most people still smoked at that time. In later years, that changed. 1980 also predates 9/11, when the government started making air travel very difficult.
In Hawaii, you may wish to island hop to Oahu or Maui. The airlines were still kind and welcoming at that time. That date is during spring break, so there will be more college-age girls around.”
Ox continued, “At that time, Hawaii was enjoying a new swimsuit craze. It had originated on the beaches of Europe. Girls wanted an all-over tan, and they turned to tan-through suits. These suits allowed the sun to get through while covering their bodies.”
He said, “That caused a little oddity that happened in Hawaii. The girls there would take a dip to cool off. Sometimes they actually went swimming in those very thin tanning swimsuits on purpose.”
He continued, “The result was the same, when they came out of the water, _*you could see through their suits!”
“You saw everything!”
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