The Timepiece Traveler
Copyright© 2021 by Meteoguy
Chapter 9
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 9 - Richard's love of antiques has unexpected consequences. This is the start of a series that I anticipate will have many chapters! Comments are appreciated.
Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft mt/mt Teenagers Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Humor Aliens DoOver Time Travel Genie Cheating Incest Brother Sister Interracial Black Male First Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Big Breasts
Rachel arrived home around 5:30. We hugged and kissed, then sat down and drank our glasses of Chianti. Before long, our conversation turned to last night’s encounter with Michelle and the feelings it had stirred in both of us.
“I don’t know about you, but I’ve been horny all day thinking about what happened with her. I keep envisioning her perfect tits, thinking about what it was like to touch, suck and nibble them. I’m so glad I brought up whether they were real or enhanced. It got the ball rolling. I can’t wait to lick and taste her delicious pussy again. That is only my second time with a woman, but it was certainly, by a huge amount, the hottest!”
“I loved being the voyeur and watching you with her. It turned me on so much that I just had to join in. So, what do you think about her idea to include Demarae next time we get together?”
“I’ve only seen him from a distance, but he seems nice. He has an amazing body. I have noticed his muscles; he loves to show off wearing tank tops. Yeah, it would be great for the four of us to get together.”
As we sat in the kitchen nook eating supper, I decided to bring up the timepiece.
“Rachel, I have something to tell you that you will find very hard to believe.”
“Well, that is piquing my interest. Tell me more.”
“You know about my passion for antiques. A couple of weeks ago I was in a shop in Gastown, and I saw something I knew right away I had to have. I have quite a few clocks, but this one was very different. It is hard to describe. Here it is,” I said, removing a cloth from a sideboard table, revealing it.
She moved closer and examined it carefully. “Those are interesting engravings. It looks very old. How do you open it up?”
“There is a clasp on the side of it,” I said, opening it and showing her the chronometer with its three dials.
“What are the dials for?”
“They indicate the day, month, and year. The letters are in Italian.”
I gave her a detailed explanation of the timepiece’s intricacies, but I left out the most important part.
She followed along with me and was quite intrigued. When I paused, she said, “It’s a really interesting clock, so many different dials, switches and levels to it, but what makes it so special, different than any other of your antiques?”
“This is the part that you will find very difficult to believe. You can time travel with it.”
“Oh fuck off, Richard! You’ve led me along for ten minutes and now give me that punchline. Everyone knows that there are no such things as time machines. It’s just science fiction. You’ve been reading too many H.G. Wells books.”
“I knew you wouldn’t believe me. I didn’t at first, but when I followed the instructions in the manual, the most incredible thing happened – a genie appeared. And believe it or not, it is the spirit of Leonardo Da Vinci.”
“You’ve carried this along far enough. What have you been doing today, getting into some psychedelic drugs? That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard.”
“Would you care to see a demonstration?”
“Okay, now this is getting very weird. Go ahead, amaze me.”
“All I have to do is imagine the Mona Lisa in my mind, and he will appear.”
She started to laugh, but then stopped abruptly when a swirl of vapour gradually assumed Rachel’s questioning face.
“So this is Rachel. Very good taste, Richard. She is beautiful. But why did you tell her I’m a genie? I’m a spirit or an essence. Not a bloody genie!”
“He gets a bit temperamental sometimes,” I said. “But he is very helpful, giving me advice on the best way to use the timepiece.”
Rachel stared at the vapour as it gradually changed to Rachel and me lying on a bed naked and fucking.
“You see what I have to deal with here. All I have to say is you’re beautiful, and he starts thinking about having sex with you. He is such a horny bastard!”
“So, you can read minds? I can’t believe I am having a conversation with a ghost.”
“You’re having some interesting thoughts, young lady. Just like Scrooge in A Christmas Tale, you doubt my reality: ‘You may be an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of an underdone potato.’ I gave Dickens that line, by the way.”
“I am very real, been dead for many years, but my spirit lives on. Okay, I will leave you two lovebirds, or is it sex birds, whatever, arrivederci.” And he was gone.
“Oh my god, Richard, that was very strange, but amazing. It really works?”
“Yes, it does. Are you ready to get your mind blown? Just let me know where you want to go. Give me the day, month, year, and location, and I will enter it into the machine.”
“I will have to think about that. Any time, any location? How is that possible?”
“I have no clue, but it definitely works. How bout I help you out for your first time. I have been thinking that I would like to visit Paris in the 1950’s. How does that sound? We can have a wonderful time there. I can make it in the summer, maybe near the Champs-Élysées.”
“Sounds wonderful; let’s do it. Do I have to change before we go?”
“No, what you’re wearing is fine. We are invisible, just like in Dickens’s story. But we can do something that I think you will really like. I will keep that as a surprise.”
I looked up the lat/long of the Champs-Élysées on my cell phone, programmed the exact date: 8 am, July 7th, 1953, and pressed the green button.
There was the usual roar, and we felt ourselves hurtling through space. Rachel looked very scared. I held her hand, and she calmed down a bit.
We arrived on a crowded street, near the Arc de Triomphe. Right away we noticed how well dressed everyone was. The men wore formal suits, and the women knee-length dresses and blouses covered with clinging, lightweight jackets. Their waists were tightly gathered with belts, accentuating their shapely bodies. They all wore hats: the men mostly fedoras, and the women wide-brimmed and colourful. It was a very pleasant scene.
“Wow, this is wonderful. I can’t believe we are here. And you’re right, they are totally ignoring us in our casual modern clothes. I love it. I could stay here for weeks.”
“That is possible, I think. So far I have only been away for a few days at a time, but we could try a week. Oh, and you never have any hunger or thirst.”
“That doesn’t sound like much fun. I would love to savour the food and especially the wine.”
“Well, that is the surprise. Let me show you.”
I picked an attractive couple and we started following them. The man appeared to be in his late twenties, the woman somewhat younger. They were holding hands, smiling and laughing, looking like they were very much in love. They stopped at a restaurant with a large seating area extending over the sidewalk.
They sat down side by side, cuddling and staring into each other’s eyes. You could almost taste their love for each other.
“Okay,” I said to Rachel, “look down at the woman, and imagine that you are taking over her body and her thoughts. It takes a lot of concentration, but you will gradually understand what she is thinking.”
“Nothing yet, okay, I am getting something now. Wow, she is so excited being with him and thinks she is falling in love. That is so sweet. What is her partner thinking?”
“He is also madly in love with her. But there is a difference. His lust is showing; he can’t wait to get back to their room and fuck her. He is hoping that he packed some condoms! Have you noticed that you are starting to feel what she is feeling? You are gradually taking over her mind and can control what she says and does. Are you feeling that?”
“Yes, I can; it is fucking amazing. A lot of her thoughts are flooding through my brain. She is not just loving him; she really wants sex just as much as he does but doesn’t want him to know that. She is even wondering about how big his cock is! Apparently they only met earlier in the day when they were walking along the Seine. They have spent the rest of the day getting to know each other. She is Parisian, and he is from Toronto. He served in Europe during WW2 and spent some time in Paris at the end of the war. He always wanted to come back. Wow, I am starting to feel her passion for him. It is like I am her.”
“I am getting so turned on with his lust. My cock is rock hard. Let’s become them and see how the night plays out. Let them talk, and we can find out more about them; then we can start directing their thoughts, speech and actions.”
“This is so hard to believe. I am getting incredibly excited and horny thinking about all the possibilities! Okay, let’s listen for a while and find out more about them.”
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“Robert, je suis tellement contente de t’avoir rencontré. J’ai l’impression de te connaître depuis des mois.”
“I love when you speak French, Josie. I am getting the gist of what you are saying: You are glad you met me, and you have the impression you have known me for months, right?”