Meeting an Alien - Steampunk
Copyright© 2025 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 70: Willow
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 70: Willow - 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.
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“Yes, Ox. Tomorrow I need to find a dojo.”
Ox said, “There is a dojo up the Kuhio highway in South Anahola. It’s at 3828 Konona Rd. The owner has it inside a repurposed barn. You should call in the morning and make an appointment. It’s in your cell phone under Kauai Dojo.”
I said, “Thanks.”
At 2:50 that afternoon, I rode the elevator down. I got off and headed down the hallway towards the front desk. It was at the rear of the building, a bit odd from my way of thinking.
When I got there, it was not full of people for a change, and a girl walked up to me and looked up at me.
She asked, “Are you Mr. William Morgan?”
I said, “Yes, I am. I can see from your ball cap you’re from Bayot Car Rentals.”
She said, “I am. Here is your contract. You have to sign it to get the car. I need to see some ID, too, if you don’t mind.”
I said, “Let’s use the side of the check-in counter over there to do that.”
I walked over to the counter and got my license out as she followed me. I handed it to her, and I took the contract.
Uh-oh. It says “Jeep Grand Cherokee” right at the top.
I said aloud, “I expected a Wrangler, not a Grand Cherokee.”
She said, “We don’t carry them anymore. People rent them and then take them off-road. We had too much insurance liability and renter hassles with the Wrangler’s.”
“Umm ... how about a Ford Bronco?”
She said, “Fords are not popular cars on this island; we can’t resell them later on. The majority of our cars come from Japan and South Korea.”
I realized Hawaii is a state, but it has not been totally assimilated. It’s stuck out in the middle of the Pacific. It’s always been treated as an afterthought by the lower 48 states.
I said, “I am unfamiliar with the Grand Cherokee. Can you spend a few minutes with me so I can figure out how to drive it? My father owns a car dealership, and cars are getting so different from each other these days.”
She smiled, “Don’t I know that! We buy low-mileage used cars. That’s why we rent for less than the big rental agencies.”
I said, “That’s interesting. My office made the arrangements, so I had no idea who was coming.
We signed, and I saw that her name was Willow Bayot.
I asked, “Bayot, are you a Filipina?”
She looked odd at me and said, “Yes.”
I said, “My step-mother is a Filipina. Her name is Jenny Alba. My parents live in Ft Lauderdale, Florida.”
She smiled, “That’s nice to know, my people seem to be getting around.”
I said, “Yes, I know. Filipinos are known for bringing their cousins over from the Philippines.”
She giggled, “We do that, indeed.”
I checked with the check-in people at the counter. I needed to put a parking lot pass on the Jeep’s dashboard. Security drives around in a 4 wheel buggy looking for sneaky people who use their parking lot to go to the beach.
We went outside so she could show me the car. When we got inside, I noticed she got quite muddled. Before we got started, I took her left cheek in my hand, and she turned towards me, and I kissed her lips lightly.
Willow’s right hand came up and captured my head and held me to her lips. Her tiny little lips were damp, and her little tongue slid right into my mouth. That was a surprise. She was an accomplished kisser. I sprang an instant boner.
She whimpered into my mouth as she went to town kissing me. I threw the parking lot pass up on the dashboard as she pulled me over onto her.
Ox said, “Windows are darkened, sound is deadened.”
Willow took my left hand and placed it on her right breast. She is not wearing a bra. She does not need one for her small breasts. She can’t be 5 feet tall. Dark brown hair, gentle curves, and very dark eyes, almost black. She is a lovely, tiny thing. She smells good, too.
She is basically wearing a company T-shirt and shorts. We kissed and grappled until she was naked and I was shirtless. She was in pretty island flip-flops and not much else by now.
I found out she was not coming on to me because she was easy. My middle finger on my left hand ran into her hymen. She is still a virgin.
By now, the seats were down. I got lower and licked Willow. She was a real firecracker. First, she crushed my ears, and then her knees spread wide to give me better access.
As soon as I had given her one good, long lick from bottom to top, Willow began to thrash and moan loudly.
She moaned, “Oh my God! That feels so good.”
Not knowing how she felt about her virginity, I used Exos to weaken her barrier, but I did not take it. I could easily pierce it with my tongue. My shorts were still on, or she would have my hard woody stuffed up inside her already. She is such a hot, lovely girl.
She sobbed and held on to me for dear life.
Willow’s hips were moving against my face as I continued to wring her out, licking her and enjoying her nubile body. I had to ride her as she moved up and down in a humping up-and-down movement.
“Oh, Dear God! Right now, right now ... umm ... uhh ... Ohhhhhhhhhh ... Errrrrrrrrr...”
Her legs surrounded my head as she tried to crush me to her little pussy. Her body humped at my face hard as she wiggled and cried out while orgasming. I tongue-lashed her until she slowed. Her tremors eventually relaxed a little as she came down further. I pulled her into my lap and held her. Her entire body trembled in my arms.
Ox said, “She is asleep? Should I move the two of you to your room?”
“Yes, please, Ox.”
In the room, I slid out from under Willow while she was asleep, and I stripped. I slid back into bed and took her into my arms.
I looked at her lovely young body. Her size makes her look so very young. Her sparse pubic hair looked very young, too. The thing about most Orientals girls in general is that they are sparsely blessed when it comes to pubic hair. I like that a lot.
I could look at her this way without embarrassing her. I knew instinctively that she would feel real embarrassed if I were to look at her naked for long.
I asked, “What do we know about Willow?”
Ox said, “She is 18. She is a devout Roman Catholic, as are many Filipinos. She graduated from high school this past spring. She hated school, so she started right to work for her father right away. It’s a small family-owned business. When she’s there, her father takes long lunches at home, making another sister for Willow. Her mother is already pregnant again.”
“They are a close family. Willow is 4’ 11” tall and weighs 94 pounds soaking wet. That’s according to their bathroom scale. As you can tell, her body is a perfect little example of a Filipina. She is blemish-free.”
“We timed it back and watched her. She is normally very sweet, although if you do something she does not like, she will let you know immediately. She has strong moral fiber; hence, she still has her hymen.
She has been waiting for Mr. Right. She is quite the romantic and favors romantic novels and movies. That is normal for girls here, unlike stateside.”
“Like 98% of the people on this island, they get by and are happy. Nobody here reads the newspaper or watches the news. They consider themselves Hawaiians first and foremost. They do not understand all the U. S. Warmongering or politics. They stay as far from that as possible.”
“You should know that if you want to go forward with her, meeting her standards will require a ring and a wedding. We could conk her, if you want us to. The other option is to throw her back into the dating pool.”
I said, “I am already married, Ox. What are you thinking?”
You are not married HERE and NOW.
“Ulp.”
I said, “What’s my actual age now? 16?”
He said, “17, almost 18 in real time. What would your point be? You are 22 years old here. You are much more mature than any of your peers. You have a mix of other people’s memories in your head. You have seen more of the world than any 100 people see.”
“But a wife here in Hawaii??? - Jesus!”
He said, “You think on that as she wakes up in your arms.”
There was a long pregnant pause as I expected Ox to say something.
It never happened as Willow started to move and stretch in my arms. Her tiny body, around 40% of my size, wiggled against me. Oh my ... does she feel good up against my body. She smells yummy. I think the Heillizdt stopped my growth at 6’ 3” and 235 pounds.
Wilow jumped, and her eyes popped open to look down at me in all my glory.
Her hand flew to her mouth.
“Oh no! Did we do it?”
I think she didn’t even think about how we got to my room. She is obviously muddled still and in a partial dream state of sorts.
I quietly said, “No, sweetheart, we did not do it.”
I pulled her closer again and kissed her. She relaxed against me, cuddled up, and sighed. She was trembling.
She said, “So the car was not a dream? You made me feel that good?”
“Um-hmm.”
I pulled her over on top of me. She hugged me and moved in with me. She jumped and realized she had her pussy resting on my big, hot dick. She jerked sideways and looked at it.
I sensed her mind, “I didn’t know they got that big.”
I figured they didn’t with her people. They are about 20 - 25% smaller than the average American. I assume their sex parts are to scale. Having seen Mother Jenny as a little woman, as is Cesar, my favorite brother.
She jumped up, “I need to pee.”
I pointed towards the bathroom. Willow shut the door.
Ox showed Willow sitting on the commode and gently checking for her hymen. She sighed when she found it was still there. She came back and got into bed with me.
I said, “You know what I miss the most? Filipino food. They have Lumpia here at the Hotel, but it’s not the real thing. It’s artsy-fartsy Filipino food.
She giggled.
I asked, “Is there a restaurant around here that serves honest-to-goodness Filipino food?”
“Yes, My Uncle Kei has a seafood place, and he has a large section of Filipino items on the menu.”
Ox made my stomach growl.
I said, “I could eat. How about you?”
Willow said, “I need to call my mother and tell her where I am going.”
I said, “The phone is over there.”
It was the hotel phone with push-button switches to dial. I had a cell phone, but it hadn’t been invented here yet. I had it and my Tablet hidden in my underwear drawer.
“I am going outside to have a smoke. I’ll give you some privacy.”
I pulled my shorts on, grabbed my pipe and stuff from the living room table, and went out onto the patio.
I sat out there, loaded up, and slowly went through the motions. I had a lot of thinking to do. I could have a wife here. I could time it back and forth and spend some of my time here with Willow. Someday soon, she would have to be turned into a concubine.
Damn, I have fallen for her, and I just met her.