Timebenders 2: Channel-Surfing, Chapter 6 [timestop nc mf]

*Sorry for the late posting, I had a busy day! -author*
———
“Jake, please,” Natalia said, putting a hand on Jake’s arm. She and her husband Saul had cornered him on the sidewalk outside his home. “It has been a week. You have done nothing but search for your girl. Come over for dinner.”
“Yeah, come relax,” Saul told him. “One evening won’t hurt. Besides, didn’t you say she sent you a message?”
Jake shook his head. “The notes, the phone messages… they weren’t her. The tone was all wrong, and the content… it’s just a ploy by someone to keep the police out of it. She didn’t leave. She was taken.”
Saul Wexler, Jake’s neighbor, hissed through his teeth. “They can’t track her phone?”
“I think the battery’s been taken out,” Jake replied. “It doesn’t even ring.”
Natalia sighed. “Still,” she said, “it will not harm you to have dinner with us.”
Jake nodded, surrendering to his friends. “I guess I’ve got time.”
Natalia smiled. “Bring Sarah, too,” she said. “We will have a brisket.”
Jake chuckled despite himself. Natalia was tall and gorgeous, with long, dark hair, fantastic breasts, and a vulpine smile that spoke of intrigue and excitement. How Saul, a meek accountant, ever scored a wife as hot as her, he’d never know. It certainly wasn’t because of his sexual performance. In fact, before Petra had disappeared, they had been helping Natalia with that aspect of her marriage; Jake had appeared to her in “dreams” thanks to the suggestibility of people who are frozen in time, fucking her brains out and trying to help her with her goal of conceiving a child.
They’d even groomed her, conditioning her to become aroused whenever Jake was around. That had been just for fun; he had been experimenting with coercion, learning how easy it was to convince people to do things they wouldn’t do otherwise. Like have extramarital sex with a neighbor, for instance. Judging by Natalia’s smile and the way she kept biting her bottom lip when she looked at him, it was working. Petra would be thrilled.
Petra. Jake flinched. In the week since his daughter had vanished, he’d spent months in stopped time. He’d searched entire boroughs of the city, house by house, keeping a record in a notebook of which addresses he had scoured through. So far he had discovered three sex dungeons, four drug labs, and a pretty impressive cache of money and guns that he suspected belonged to some sort of organized criminals. Several anonymous tips had gone to the local police about some of his finds. But nothing had looked remotely like a place where someone might take a kidnapped girl.
There had been no ransom note, no demands, and no sense to the situation. Petra had supposedly left a note explaining that she was leaving, and a second one in Jake’s bag explaining that she had needed to get away from him.
It didn’t add up. Petra was in love with him, and had been almost nonsensically enthusiastic about their incestuous relationship. She had initiated it, and together they had been having the time of their lives. For her to suddenly leave him over an attack of conscience was just ridiculous.
Still, a dinner with Saul and Nat could be just what he heeded. A chance to relax and recharge. And then he would redouble his efforts, searching the entire city if need be. He wouldn’t age while time was stopped, so even if it took decades, he could-
Jake twitched. Something had just touched his hand. He looked down and saw that his fingers had curled around a piece of paper.
“What’s that?” Natalia asked him.
“Nothing,” Jake said, unfolding the paper and looking at it. “I’ll see you this evening. Six o’clock?”
Natalia started to answer, but Jake didn’t hear her. He was too busy walking into his house, retreating from the situation before his hands started to shake with fear and rage, because it wasn’t nothing that he was holding. It was a note.
A note from Petra’s kidnapper.

YOU NEED TO STOP LOOKING
WE CAN STOP TIME TOO
ACCEPT THE LOSS AND MOVE ON, OR THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES.

Jake crumpled the note into his pocket. Someone was playing games with him. Someone had his daughter. And whoever that someone was, they also had his remote. Lucky thing he didn’t need it anymore. Someone didn’t know who they were dealing with. And as soon as he found out who, Jake was going to make someone pay. He just couldn’t imagine who would have the balls to do this to him, or the guile to get the remote away from Petra.

Jeremy’s hands had been shaking as he slipped the note into Jake’s hand. He’d had a sense of danger the entire time, almost like Petra’s father could see or hear him if he stayed close for too long. It was ridiculous, of course. Jake could only stop time through a conscious action, and anyone who was stopped was effectively unconscious. So it made sense to Jeremy that it would be impossible for anyone to break out of his control.
Still, the feeling was there, and it made him nervous. After the note was in place, he’d run back into his house to sit in front of the television while he started time. He figured that if Jake’s first action was to stop time and look for someone watching him, he’d never suspect the neighbor kid who was watching TV.
It made it a lot harder to keep track of the results of his actions, and way harder to guess when the right time to stop time was, but it was worth it. And besides, who needed to spy on someone close up when you could bug them?
Jeremy had bugged Jake thoroughly. It was surprising what sort of goodies a downtown spy shop has just sitting out under the glass counters. He’d planted listening devices in the man’s wallet, in his home, and even sewn one into the lining of the shoulder bag he carried around with him. He’d considered cameras too, but decided they were too big a risk. Jake’s cellphone, on the other hand, he’d hacked the crap out of. It had been simple to take it out of his hand while it was unlocked, and just about as simple to plant a bunch of software in it.
The end result was that Jeremy had a live feed of the sounds of Jake’s life in his ear at all times. He heard conversations, secret mutterings, and even a staticky clicking sound that was the compressed signals of everything that was overheard whenever Jake stopped time himself.
The only thing left for Jeremy to do now was to wait for opportunities to prove his power over the man. The dinner engagement sounded like a perfect chance. Only a couple hours, and then he would start to get rid of the only real obstacle to his happiness with his captive princess.
All he had to do was wait.

Jake was on full alert as he and his wife Sarah walked into their neighbor’s home. Saul greeted him at the door, welcoming him in with a friendly pat on the shoulder.
“Natalia’s just in the kitchen,” he said. “Come on into the den and we’ll have a drink.”
“Thanks, Saul,” Sarah said. “I’d love a glass of wine.”
“Got some on ice already,” Saul announced. “Jake?”
“Oh, whiskey, if you’ve got it.”
Saul scoffed. “Of course I’ve got it. Have a seat.”
Jake and Sarah got comfortable on the loveseat in Saul’s den. Saul returned a minute later with three drinks and took a seat in an armchair nearby.
“So Saul,” Sarah said, “you were telling me the other day about that tax account you were working on. Did you ever get that sorted out?”
“Oh yeah.” Saul’s eyes lit up at the chance to talk shop. “It was touch-and-go, but I found a sort of CEO drawing that was tax-exempted…”
Jake leaned back and tuned out the drone of Saul’s accounting story. It all went over his head, but it was the sentiment that mattered; Saul was trying hard to be a good host and to help him relax. Jake smiled a little, sipping his drink.
“Oh, you’re here!” Natalia’s voice came from the door behind Jake. “Good! I was having some trouble with some stuck jars. Jake, do you think you could-?”
Jake looked at Sarah, who waved her hand. “Go on,” she said. “I know you aren’t interested in the numbers. Go flex your manly arms.”
Jake chuckled. “Will do,” he replied. He drained his glass and left it on a coaster, then got up to follow Saul’s wife out.
Following Natalia was always a pleasure. Of course, Jake had seen and touched every inch of her body, but she didn’t know that. All she knew was that she had had a lot of very sexy encounters with him that she believed to be dreams, and sometimes when he was around she would start to feel like someone was touching her in the ways that drove her crazy.
She was dressed to entertain tonight, wearing a black dress that hugged the tight curve of her ass so tight that it seemed like it must make it difficult to walk. Over the front of it, she wore a white apron, but Jake knew that underneath that she would be displaying an intoxicating view of her ample cleavage. She had the body of a swimsuit model; it was almost a shame that she wanted to put herself through a pregnancy.
Jake followed her, watching her swaying hips as they moved down the hall and through the kitchen. The air was full of incredible scents of cooking meat and potatoes and sauces.
“So where’s the jar that’s giving you so much trouble?” he asked, looking around.
“In here, please,” Natalia replied, walking into the pantry.
Natalia’s kitchen was amazing. It was one of those things that Saul spared no expense on. As expected, it came with a walk-in pantry, big enough for two people to stand comfortably inside and lined wall-to-wall with shelves of ingredients. A freezer hummed away against the far wall, and a single light glowed from above.
Natalia brushed past Jake once he was inside and closed the door behind him, then pressed her back to it. “I want to talk to you, in private,” she said.
Jake raised an eyebrow. “Well, this is pretty private. What do you want to talk about?”
Natalia smiled. “Well, it’s not so much talk,” she said, undoing her apron and pulling it off of herself. Just as Jake had thought, her dress was tight all over and cut low, giving him a view of her chest heaving as she spoke. “More like… touch.”
“Touch?” he asked, stepping closer.
“Yes.” She gingerly touched her fingers to his chest, as if afraid he would disappear into mist. “I have been having… feelings. And you have been so down. I thought perhaps, we could solve both of those problems together.”
Jake felt his heart speeding up and his cheeks flushing. He felt something else filling with blood, too. “Are you sure that-”
“Shush, please,” she said, sliding her hand down the front of his shirt. “Let me help you. No strings.”
“No strings,” he agreed, taking the last half step toward her. Natalia was kneeling down on the floor of the pantry, reaching for his zipper. Jake watched her, chuckling at her little gasp of surprise as she pulled his cock free of its prison.
“It is just like in my dreams,” she whispered, stroking it with one hand and looking up at him. “How is this possible?”
“You must have a good imagination,” Jake said, meeting her gaze.
Natalia nodded. “A very good imagination.” She bit her lip and looked down, then closed her eyes and slid her lips down over the head, taking it into her mouth and rolling her tongue around it.
“Ooh, Nat,” Jake groaned softly, “That’s-”
“Shh,” Natalia said, pulling back a little. “No words. Just enjoy this.”
Jake nodded, looking down and watching as his neighbor’s wife once more closed her eyes and slid her lips down around his cock, then started bobbing her head in time with the stroking of her fingers.

“Jackpot,” Jeremy said with a grin, triggering his time stop. He had been listening in on his earpiece, and now was clearly a perfect time to go and prove his power to Petra’s father. There was no hurry, but he rushed anyway, leaving his own house and walking two doors over to the Wexlers’ home.
“Hey everybody,” he called out to the silent house. “I heard you’re having a party in here. Thought I’d just invite myself. I wonder where everyone could be?”
Jeremy walked through the kitchen and directly to the pantry, throwing the door wide open. “Well, well!” he said. “What have we here? Mrs. Wexler, that’s not a pickle jar!”
Natalia Wexler was on her knees, almost pressed back against the door he’d just opened. Standing in front of her, with a look of pleasure on his face, was Mr. Jake Stevens. The reason wasn’t very hard to guess, and it became even more obvious when Jeremy squeezed past Mrs. Wexler to get a better view.
Natalia was hot. Fappable, obsessible hot. She didn’t have the fiery soul-squeezing amazingness of Petra, but she had this eastern-European slutty housewife vibe that Jeremy had always enjoyed. And here she was now, proving him right about it.
“Hold that pose,” Jeremy said, pulling out his camera and snapping a few pics. “This will be just what I need to get you off my back. And maybe even make my Princess get over you, as well. Just wait until she finds out her ‘Daddy’ is already cheating on her!”
Jeremy leaned against a shelf while he reviewed the pictures. “Nice. Very nice. Needs something more, though.” He shrugged. “Guess you won’t mind,” he said, kneeling down and sliding the shoulder-straps of Mrs. Wexler’s dress down off her shoulders.
He was a little disappointed, mostly in himself, when the dress didn’t fall down the way he expected. Chuckling, Jeremy gently pinched the fabric and peeled it down off of Natalia’s breasts, then shivered in excitement.
Natalia looked incredible. Simply incredible. Her boobs were absolutely, totally perfect. They almost looked fake, except that they didn’t look fake. Her nipples were darker than the rest of her skin, and they pointed directly forward from the tips of almost perfect spheres of flesh.
Jeremy stood up, adjusting the fit of his pants and took a few more pictures. He lifted Jake an inch and pulled him back slowly, admiring the more direct view of Natalia’s body and face, imagining what it might feel like to be on the receiving end of that O-shaped mouth.
Of course, he didn’t have to imagine, did he? Not totally. Jeremy grinned, unzipping his pants and pulling out his already-hard dick. He paused, looking back at Jake, who was hovering in the air, oblivious to the situation.
“You’re not that much bigger,” he said, scoffing. “Petra’s just blowing smoke about you.”
Jake didn’t offer a rebuttal, to Jeremy turned his back on him once more and looked down at Natalia. Her mouth was wide open, and it looked so inviting that he almost felt bad leaving her unused.
“You’ll never know,” he said, moving her hand out of the way and sliding the head of his dick past her lips. “Besides, you’re cheating on Mr. Wexler.”
Natalia didn’t object either, so Jeremy pushed forward into her mouth. Her tongue was wet and slippery and hot, and it felt incredible against his skin. He pinched her cheeks inward, pressing them against the sides of his tool, and started pumping slowly.
It was good, Jeremy thought, but it could always be better. He glanced back at Jake, feeling a flash of jealousy at the look of pleasure on his face. “I wonder…”
Reaching for a can of food, Jeremy pulled away and walked out of the pantry. It was best to test things where he wouldn’t be seen, after all. He held the can at arm’s length and dropped it, letting it hang in the air. Then he pointed the transmitter part of his glove at the can and triggered it to resume time.
The can fell to the floor with a clatter that filled the room. Not because it was loud, but because everything else was still silent. Time was stopped, but the can was not.
Returning to the pantry, Jeremy closed the door and slid his dick into Natalia’s mouth once more. He adjusted her hand back to where it had been, wrapping her fingers around his shaft. Then he unpaused her.
Natalia came to life, eagerly stroking and sucking Jeremy’s dick. Jeremy clenched his fists at his sides, stifling a groan of absolute bliss in case she should notice the change in his voice. Her eyes were still closed, and she hadn’t noticed the silence of the frozen world.
Jeremy slid his hands into her hair, holding her head to keep her from looking up at him and savoring the sensation. He’d only felt the lips and tongue of an eager woman once before, when Petra was trying to trick him, and it had been all too brief. This was entirely different and entirely mind-blowingly incredible.
It occurred to Jeremy that he could play this trick on anyone. He could sneak in on couples and steal pleasure any time he wanted. It almost made him wish he’d left Petra with her father, so he could trick her into doing this to him.
Jeremy groaned at the thought of Petra swallowing his dick. Mrs. Wexler’s eyes opened, turning up to look at him curiously and Jeremy froze her again, cursing his self-control.
“Shit,” he said, stepping back, ignoring the throbbing ache between his legs. “Shit shit shit.” He bent down and started to put Natalia’s dress back up on her shoulders, then decided to give her tits a little squeeze for good measure. Not that he wouldn’t have all the opportunities he needed in future, but hell, waste not want not.
Maneuvering Jake back into position was a little more difficult. Jeremy had to wrap Mrs. Wexler’s hand around his dick first to keep him from slapping into her face, then carefully slide him back inside her mouth.
It sucked to have to go just when things were getting good, but the last thing he needed was Petra’s angry father finding him here. Jeremy sighed and closed the pantry door, then headed back for home.

Natalia stopped moving and looked up at Jake, blinking a couple times. Her lips and fingers were still wrapped around his cock, but she had stopped sucking him off.
“Mnh- is something wrong?” Jake asked.
Natalia pulled back a little. “No, I just… thought I heard something.”
Jake frowned. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
Natalia shook her head. “You are right. We should not. But what I want to do would be more noisy.”
”What about-?”
“Saul has never enjoyed making love. He does it out of… obligation. And I know your Sarah is the same.”
Jake nodded. “She is, these days. But you’re trying to get pregnant.”
“I’m pretty sure I’ve succeeded,” Natalia said, grinning up at him. “We will know soon. In the meantime, I have needs. Needs that you will meet, yes?”
Jake chuckled. “Yes.” He grabbed a jar off a shelf and popped it open, handing it to her. “We should get back.”

Jeremy breathed a sigh of relief, then grumbled angrily. He hadn’t been caught, which was good. He’d had his dick sucked by the smoking hot wife of one of his neighbors, which was better. But that fucking asshole Mr. Stevens had practically been building a harem! Who else had fallen under his spell? Other neighbors? Petra’s friends?
“Something will be done,” Jeremy said, touching the phone in his pocket. He hated to ruin Mrs. Wexler’s life to get at Petra’s father, but if he had to, the option was there now.
Of course, it didn’t hurt to keep looking for more options. Jeremy sat back and listened, closing his eyes and imagining the things he couldn’t see.

“This all looks so good,” Sarah said, sitting at the table next to Jake. “I hope it wasn’t too much trouble.”
“Not at all,” Natalia said. Jake couldn’t help noticing the way she made eye contact with him as she spoke. “It was my pleasure.”
It had been half an hour since Jake’s encounter in the pantry with Natalia, and his body was aching to complete what she had started. It was all he could do to resist the urge to stop time and take her right there on the table. God knew he’d done it before. Petra loved seeing her father interfere with Natalia without her knowledge.
God, Petra. He knew this whole evening was meant to take his mind off of her, but Jake couldn’t shake the feeling that he should be out looking for her again. She was out there somewhere, in trouble, and he was here eating brisket while someone’s foot slid up the inside of his leg.
That was knew. Jake looked across the table where Natalia was smiling at him, just as her toes round the end of his cock tucked down his pant leg. She smiled at him around a fork, continuing the charade of eating while she began rubbing her foot along his shaft.
“And what about you, Jake?” she said, winking. “What do you think of my feat?”
“Your… feet?”
“You know, my feat. My achievement, making all of this with almost no help at all. I’m quite proud of the gravy.”
“Oh! Yes. It’s really, quite… good.” Jake took another bite of his meat, using the chewing to mask his reactions to the sensation of Natalia’s toes bracketing his cock and teasing back and forth.
It certainly was some sort of feat, Jake thought; there was no indication at all that Natalia’s leg was stretched out to his lap. He’d known from experience that she was very flexible, but this was far beyond what he’d expected.
He’d have to see just how far he could bend her, later on.

Jeremy entered the Wexlers’ silent home again. He was getting used to all the walking around in between stops; in fact, thinking about it, he realized that now he had all the time in the world to work out and get in shape if he wanted to. Filing that away as an idea for later, he walked into the dining room to get a look at the scene.
All four diners were seated, two on either side of a table that would probably comfortably sit eight. It was long and narrow; a person could easily reach across it to shake hands with whoever was sitting there. Or, as Jeremy realized quickly, reach a leg across to stroke the lap of your neighbor’s spouse.
Natalia’s right leg was extended straight out and twisted a little clockwise. Her knee bent a little, and Jeremy could see from over Jake’s shoulder that she had her toes nimbly open between the first and second one, probably to slide them along either side of the bulge in Jake’s pants.
Jeremy thought about taking a few more blackmail pictures, but really, he had enough of that for now. Blackmail was Plan B. Plan A was to scare Jake into giving up. Well, actually, Plan A had been to fake Petra’s running away. So blackmail was more of a Plan C. But Plan A had failed, so now Plan B was the new Plan A, and- the point was, he was here to cause a little chaos in ways that only Petra’s father would recognize.
Jeremy walked over to Mrs. Wexler and immediately pulled down the front of her dress. It wasn’t a part of any real plan; he just wanted to see her breasts again. He adjusted his pants a little on reflex, remembering how they had swayed when she was eagerly sucking on his cock.
Looking across the table, Jeremy considered Mrs. Stevens. Sarah. He’d never really looked at her before. She usually wore pretty unappealing clothing, and didn’t have that slutty vibe that Natalia exuded. More of a Wednesday Addams thing, with the long black hair and pale skin. But tonight, she was wearing a wide-strapped burgundy-colored dress that gathered into folds in the front under her cleavage, which now that he looked at it was probably almost as nice as Natalia’s. Probably bigger, too.
Deciding that Science demanded more evidence, Jeremy went around to the Stevens’ side of the table again. He slid the dress-straps off Sarah’s shoulders, noticing how much firmer and more muscular her body was than the other woman’s.
Surprisingly enough, although he’d always been against muscular women, Jeremy found that having one under his touch was kind of a turn-on. And it wasn’t like she was some bodybuilder on steroids; she still had a womanly shape, just clearly a very powerful one.
Jeremy was a little disappointed in Sarah’s bra, however. It was tan and plain, and might as well have come from a department store catalog. “That’s gotta go,” he said, unclasping it and stretching her arms upward so he could take it off.
Sarah’s boobs really were something else. They were big and round, although clearly a lot of that was the way the bra had lifted and squished them, and each one was probably the size of his head. The tag on the bra claimed they were an “F” cup, and Jeremy believed it. It was easy to miss just how big they were, because her shoulders were broad, her arms obviously strong, and the rest of her was just… big. Not fat-big like he’d always sort of assumed under her unflattering clothing, although she definitely had a little extra weight on her, but like, warrior-princess-big. And her nipples were so pale they almost blended in with her skin despite being as wide as the woman from the bank’s had been.
Originally, Jeremy had been planning to just interfere with the women. Steal Sarah’s bra, see if she noticed, things like that. But now, sitting on the edge of the table and looking down at her time-locked body, he knew he wanted to do more. He pulled out Sarah’s chair and lifted her up, straightening her legs and standing her on the floor. She was probably over six feet tall normally, and today she was wearing heels that added another three inches. Standing in front of her, Jeremy was eye-level with the huge and inviting-looking pillows of her chest.
Holding his hands on either side of them, Jeremy leaned into Sarah’s cleavage. He pressed his face against the warm mounds of tit-flesh and breathed in deep. She smelled like apples, no doubt from some sort of body-wash, and the scent rolled over his brain, sending a shiver down his spine. He slid his hands around her, grabbing her ass and squeezing firmly.
Sarah’s ass was flesh-over-muscle, just like the rest of her. Jeremy’s fingers sunk in a little and then contacted firmer tissue, giving him a perfect grip on her. He pulled up her dress in the back and massaged her ass slowly, moving his head over and taking one of her nipples in his mouth to suck and lick it.
Jeremy could feel Sarah’s thigh rubbing against his crotch and decided to go with it. He pressed closer, rubbing the aching bulge in his pants against her leg and moaning into her breast.
No wonder Mr. Stevens had turned to cheating, he thought. It was no secret that Sarah was cold toward her husband. If a woman this… this womanly had been his wife and decided not to put out, Jeremy didn’t know what he would do.
Well, that wasn’t quite true. He knew what he would do because he was doing it, right now. He stepped back, moving Sarah’s breasts back into a more natural hanging position, and took another look at her.
Her dress had ridden up in the front, and Jeremy could just barely see the bottom of her panties above where her thighs met. He lifted it up the rest of the way, grinning. The bra may have been boring, but these were not. Sarah wore black lace bikini panties, and he could just make out a little triangle of hair underneath that was as black as the locks that would have spilled across her breasts if gravity had been working on them.
Jeremy moved around behind her, whistling in appreciation of her wide hips and round ass. He grabbed her panties and pulled them down slowly, stroking her long, powerful thighs with his fingertips. He imagined what it would be like to have them wrapped around his waist, squeezing and pulling him into her. What she would sound like, crying out in pleasure. Maybe, he thought, maybe he would spend some time with her later on, make her feel horny whenever she looked at him. Maybe he could make it really happen.
The thought was enough that Jeremy had to pull his dick out and start stroking. He spread Sarah’s legs a little, moving around front to get a good look at her pussy, kneeling down and stroking it with a feather’s touch.
Standing again, Jeremy considered the woman in front of him. Since gaining his powers, he had tried only to use them against people who had hurt him in some way. But in a way, hadn’t Mrs. Stevens brought about this whole mess with Jake and Petra? If she’d been a better wife and lover, maybe Mr. Stevens wouldn’t have started raping his own daughter.
“I’ll just have a little fun,” he said aloud to no one. “Just for a minute.”
Jeremy dropped his pants, thought for a moment, and then stripped off the rest of his clothing too. Standing behind Mrs. Stevens, he reached around to cup her breasts and started rubbing them the way he had with her ass before. His dick rested between the cheeks of her ass, squeezed hot and tight between them.
Jeremy moved his hips back and forth, trying to hump the twin muscular cushions, but she was just too tall to get the right angle. Even taking off her shoes, he was only able to move a little bit back and forth.
Not to be deterred by a little geometry, Jeremy took a half-step back, He took his dick in his hand and pointed it down, then pressed forward, sliding his shaft in between Sarah’s ample thighs.
Pushing her legs back together, Jeremy started moving again. He held Sarah’s hips and pumped in and out, slowly fucking her thighs and moaning with pleasure. He could even feel the bottom of her pussy rubbing against his dick, teasing him with the mysterious promise of penetration.
Wrapping his arms around her, Jeremy started pushing harder. He kept his toes on either side of her heels to stop her legs from bumping open, reaching one hand up to grope at one of her breasts and using the other one on the front of her pelvis to stabilize her and pressing his chest tight against the back of her dress. It was almost like he was having sex with her, standing right here in front of the whole dinner party.
Jeremy hit his limit fast, faster than he’d expected, and suddenly he found himself groaning, humping furiously against Sarah’s ass while his cock twitched and flexed of its own accord. A familiar wave of pleasure washed over him and then was gone. He pulled back with a shiver, stepping aside to see what had happened.
Sarah was a bit of a mess. Her dress hung down at her elbows, and there were deep handprints on both of her tits, pulling them into unnatural shapes. Down below, a shining trail of white droplets hung in the air in front of her. It looked like someone was shooting cum at her bare crotch, but Jeremy knew that if time started right now, every drop save for the few that shone on her thighs would fly away onto the table.
Jeremy scooped a drop up between his thumb and finger, squeezing it. It felt the same as it ever had. He wiped his fingers on Sarah’s breast, then scooped the rest out of the air with a spoon and stirred it into Sarah’s mashed potatoes. He thought for a few seconds, then put a little in Jake’s potatoes as well.
It took a minute to put everything back the way it was, but eventually you couldn’t tell anything had happened. Sarah sat in her chair, covered up by her dress. Her breasts were once again squeezed into a beautifully distracting shelf in the front of her dress, although a keen observer might now notice that she wasn’t wearing a bra. That, almost with her panties, he had hidden, resolving to maybe pick them up later on. Natalia’s dress was back in place as well, although Jeremy couldn’t resist the urge to give her tits a little lift and squeeze, leaving them up where they would bounce down a little when time started once more. All that was left now was to sneak back to his own house and listen to the reactions.
He started to leave, then turned around and frowned at Jake. Something had to be done about that situation. He moved in close, unzipped the man’s pants, and gave him a hard jab in the base of his dick with a salad fork. Not enough to do any damage, but definitely enough to ruin the impromptu footjob he was receiving. Probably.

Jake was reaching for his drink and trying to ignore Natalia’s toes when a sudden pain shot through his pelvis. He resisted the impulse to cry out, tensing every muscle in his body, and it passed quickly.
At the same time, a couple other things happened. Natalia flinched in her chair and said “Oh!”, putting a hand over her chest. It looked like she had bounced a little. Sarah made a similar noise, followed by a sharp gasp. She too clutched her hands to her chest, turning pale in the face.
“Excuse me a moment,” Sarah said, hurrying out of the room. Jake watched her go, noticing that she moved a little awkwardly.
It took only a moment to realize what had happened. Jake froze time and got up out of his chair to follow his wife into the Wexlers’ bathroom. She was standing in front of their sink, wiping something off the inside of her left thigh with a tissue and looking very disturbed. A quick examination showed Jake that her bra and panties had both disappeared, confirming his suspicions.
The other time-traveler was inside the house.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/77ru1f/timebenders_2_channelsurfing_chapter_6_timestop

2 comments

  1. >Sorry for the late posting, I had a busy day! -author

    Running out of time, how ironic XD

Comments are closed.