Chapter 5

It intrigued me greatly that my memory could stay intact when I went back in time and I was curious if it would be the same if I traveled further into the future than the two trips I've made so far, one a week and the other a month into the future. I decided that I would take a few days and explore this venue.

I started with a year and found nothing different, but when I went twenty years into the future I noticed that my body got a little... clumsy, not so flexible. I thought that I had found out the limits with time-travel. You could only go as far as your biological age at your destination would be. At least that was what I assumed and I didn't dare to test it. What if I was supposed to die when I was sixty-something. Would I vanish from the planet without any trace? One thing was certain and that was that if I was dead on arrival I wouldn't be able to go back to my own time.

One day I went a year into the future to see if I could find some stocks for a longer investment and I happened to see a young girl running away from some guy who chased her. She didn't scream or anything and didn't seem that frightened, just determined. I couldn't be sure though so I crossed the street just as she passed me and when the guy, boy, ran by I tripped him and he fell down on the pavement with a cry and stayed there. The girl turned as she heard the cry.

"That serves you right!" she cried to him but stayed to see that he was OK. "Are you all right?" she asked immediately after the first angry words and when she saw and heard that he was and he started to get up and take a few limping steps towards her, she turned on her heals and marched away.

I was intrigued by this so I decided to follow her. After admiring her swaying ass confined in a pair of tight pants for some time, I wanted to see how she looked from the front, so I ran past her and she looked around her as if she felt someone near.

I first made sure that I wouldn't bump into something and then I turned and walked backwards. She looked great! Shortcut hair, medium blonde. Big eyes with tears in them. She was crying! My heart melted at the sight of the tears. What could I do to console her? I remembered that I had read somewhere that a woman is the hottest and the most susceptible to sexual advances when her tears flow in sorrow or grief. I decided that it was a theory that was worth testing.

I dropped behind her and followed her as closely as I could without making her suspicious but in spite of that she turned her head a couple of times to check out the empty street behind her. We didn't walk more than a couple of blocks before she stopped, reached down in her jeans-pocket and produced a key. Quickly I looked around a saw a box of matches that someone had dropped laying on the ground. I picked it up and prayed that she wouldn't turn around and see it floating in the air.

I followed her inside and up a flight of stairs and when she had opened her door I flung the box against the opposite wall were it impacted with a light thump. It was empty! But the sound was enough for her to walk over to the stairs and look down to make sure that no one was following her. This gave me ample time to slip inside the door and press myself against the wall where it was most unlikely that she would bump into me.

She closed and locked the door. Went straight into her bedroom and undressed.

I watched as the young woman revealed more and more of her body. Once in a while she looked around nervously. I blamed it on the fact that she had been followed by this man and thought nothing of it. With one final look around she was naked except for her panties and she walked out of the room. I stayed behind thinking that she would be back soon. Instead I heard the shower start to run and I sneaked out to the hall and followed the sound until I came to the bathroom door. It was half-open and as I looked inside I saw her standing there with her head thrown back wetting her hair. She turned a little to both sides so her body would get wet all over.

I won't relate the shower rub by rub more than to say that she was very particular in her washing leaving no spot unwashed.

When she was finished she went back into the bedroom, still naked, and crept down in her bed but before that she flung her nightie on a chair and she even made the finger at it as it landed. I smiled at the sight. Here was this young girl, she must have been in her twenties but her walk, you know that little girl-walk teenage girls walk in, not knowing if they should let their ass sway, or if they should try to walk - straight, laying naked on her bed making the finger at a dead object as if she said 'to hell with you, from now on I sleep in the nude!'

She lay down and spread her legs a little. Why I don't know. She didn't masturbate she just lay there for a long time. It gave me ample time to look her over. Her breasts had sunk down a little but they still rose proudly over her ribcage. If it was babyfat or a little overweight I don't know, but you couldn't see any of the bones there. Flat stomach that seemed to stoop down between her thighs and her Mount of Venus didn't rise over the surrounding flesh. The hair that covered it was dark-blond and lay tightly against the flesh but thick enough to hide the underlying skin. Well rounded thighs ended my inspection.

"Oh, shit," she breathed after a while and then she started to caress herself. Pinching the nipples with the fingers on her left hand while her right hand strayed down to her pussy and she immediately pushed a finger inside it and started to frig away. There were no finesse about her action. Just pure lust. Lust that needed instant relief and she climaxed very quickly. She didn't pull the covers over her though but laid there with closed eyes and after a while she turned on her side with her back turned outward. That was when I decided that I should make my move.