Timestopper Begins Ch 35

Meetings with Diana

Coincidence is a funny thing. You can be in the middle of a strange town, even a strange country and you meet someone you know totally out of that person's usual context. It is not coincidence really but happenstance. Many, many people you know are in very different places from usual all of the time and it just so happens you meet one or other very occasionally. Not really coincidence: nonetheless it does surprise.

I had only met athletic Diana that very morning in the supermarket – at least as far as I was aware – and whilst I was already quite intimately acquainted with her, she did not know me at all and had probably never really set eyes upon me. Yet there she was that very evening running down my very own road. Gone the high heels, gone the short grey tweed skirt but the silver necklace was still there. I had surmised she was athletic and sporty and was not at all surprised to see her out for an evening run even if surprised to see her in my road.

Most likely she was heading for the Common; heading for a circuit around it and back. Quite a few miles. Excellent exercise and more than likely to build up quite a sweat and some muscle. Just what she wanted, no doubt. I was not going to follow her!

I recalled the fun I had had with that jogger some time back on one of my long walks. I did not plan to repeat that but given my supermarket activity with Cindy had been in the morning, I was suitably 'recharged,' there was no reason at all why the girl Diana and I should not get better acquainted. Or at least me getting acquainted with her on her return from her jogging: it would be unlikely she would recall much at all about us getting better acquainted. I had nothing planned for the evening and I did not see why she should have anything on either!

In my pocket I had the address from her handbag in the supermarket. Instead of heading out to the cinema I turned and walked back the way Diana had come. In my mind's eye the image of her running. Such long brown legs in trainers, the white running shorts and her singlet leaving her broad brown shoulders bare had a greater attraction than the new film I had planned to see at the cinema. She probably was wearing a sports bra but with her little breasts there was hardly a need; as for panties there was again hardly a need either. All would become clear upon her return. I would find out then. I would wait for her where she lived. The idea of her arriving hot and sweaty somehow rather appealed.

Breaking and entering? Well, sort of but not something anyone could have seen me doing. I am sure Diana did not expect anyone to be standing on her front window sill in full view of the street manoeuvring a piece of string through a vent light in order to pull up a window latch. You might have thought someone would have seen me, given just how many people were walking past, but they were all strangely frozen at the time. TS man was through the window and had it closed without anyone being the wiser. No dog inside to bark, no cat to be friendly – or not – and the milk fresh in the 'fridge to make myself a cup of coffee whilst I waited. She had quite a nice little ground floor flat with a surprisingly big hall and kitchen. A tidy girl who certainly liked her clothes.

I was standing in her sitting room, the very room through which I had entered, looking out; standing with arms folded and waiting when she hove into view. What a lovely sight, such a tall lithe girl. I was really looking forward to reacquainting myself with her and, let's be a bit crude, fucking her. I had not done that yet. I had stroked her and thought about sticking my knob in her 'cave' but had not gone so far. I was going to - and very possibly whilst she was hot and sweaty from her run as well. A bit different from my usual freshly bathed bed time games!

But I was surprised, she was no longer alone. A fine young man as tall and as dark as she was jogging along with her. Was this the hypothesised boyfriend? The one I had envisaged her having 'rigorous coitus' with? The one I rather wanted to play the voyeur with?

I recall smiling and thinking how nice it would actually be if they were to come in together, shedding clothes down the hallway, talking about how good it would be to have a shower and then fuck – but first a glass of water. A pause in the hallway perhaps for a kiss and then both of them to walk into the kitchen their bodies naked and shining with perspiration; beautiful black bodies, the girl's dark nipples hard and pointing and the man's impressive penis already firm and standing; the act of shedding clothes in the hall and the anticipation of the fuck being sufficient to cause the blood to flow; there in the kitchen to be met by me with a "hallo! Surprise!"

Their faces – their shock at finding someone in the flat and, indeed, seeing them like that! So much better with a camera to capture with a flash the naked, aroused and shocked couple. Both in peak physical condition and glowing with the exercise, beads of sweat on their beautiful black skin.

But it was not like that. A shame really. He did not come in. I listened to their talk: she was to meet him later on. They were going out for a meal and then he was going to stay the night. So, not the shedding of clothes and the naked couple coming into the kitchen but I might still get to see the 'vigorous coitus' later. I might still get to play the voyeur!

"No, you can't come in. I am disgustingly sweaty and you are just not going to come in with me like that. I'm having a shower. Now go!"

The front door closed leaving Diana alone with me. Not that she saw me coming out into the hall or paid any attention when I touched her to see just how 'disgustingly sweaty' she was. I have to say she was 'glowing' a bit. Actually, distinctly damp and with a hint of that changing room smell – yes she was sweaty! Her thin shorts were damp but, sensible girl, she was not wearing panties underneath which had no doubt allowed a certain breeze to cool her nether regions as she ran. Nice to just pull them open at the top and peer in; even drop in my fingers and feel her lovely soft tight curls – still like wool but, somewhat, as if the sheep had got wet in the rain! There was indeed a sports bra. To my mind unnecessary as she just was not big enough but perhaps it was part of the image or a means of hiding her nipples. So nice patting her rather damp small bottom through the clinging damp material, touching her arms and feeling the perspiration on her skin.

All rather pleasant. I could have undressed her again just like in the supermarket but, well why not wait for her to do it? Easier! I slipped back into the sitting room thinking she was unlikely to go in there. Best if she did not, really, as there was a half drunk mug of coffee on the table!

Letting time flow I heard Diana in the kitchen, a quick peak out of the door in time and a smile from me. That was just what I wanted! The tidy girl was putting her running clothes straight into the washing machine. So sensible. Enter flat, take off clothes, put in washing machine, get drink of water (if desired), go and have shower. A sensible little plan only it missed out one step – between 'get drink of water (if desired)' and 'go and have shower' needed to be inserted (and 'inserted' was the right word) 'be fucked.' Yes, I was minded to take the girl in her athletic, sweaty, running state rather than await the girl 'about to go out for the evening' state.

A swig of coffee and I began to undress. I had fucked Cindy in the supermarket that morning but that did not stop me rising ready for another go – and more than likely I was going to be at it again later in the evening as well!

Diana had got as far as her bathroom when the naked intruder caught up with her; her hand already reaching to turn on the shower.

"Well, hallo, again," I said, coming up behind her and pressing my erection into the crack of her bottom. But she did not say anything anymore than she had in the supermarket. My hands reached around and cupped her little breasts. Without her high heels she was not so tall but still had the edge on me. Nice to stand there, close to her, feeling how damp she was, how soft her small bottom felt against me and let my lips touch the nape of her neck beneath her short frizzy hair, my lips touching her silver necklace.

I began to move around her. A fine young woman; just so nice to let my knob rub across her bottom cheek, around her hip and across the damp, dark wool between her thighs. Her skin so damp to the touch, beads of sweat already rising – it always happens after the exercise stops. Even her lovely little breasts wet to the touch; her black nipples slippery between my fingers and rather salty to the taste when I applied my lips to them. Nice to be up close to her breasts again. Not exactly handfuls but the darkness of the large areolae and those nipples really got my thumbs up (and something else!). My hands on her shoulders as I went on tiptoe and applied my lips to her full lips as my penis poked at her. "You really are rather nice," I murmured. A pretty girl, as I have said before. Hazel brown eyes what was more.

My hand went lower to once again stroke the soft wool of her sex. The dampness did not spoil the sensation. She was just so soft there. Damp thighs as well but would she be suitably damp where it really counted? I crouched, admiring the beads of sweat standing on her tummy and her neat little tummy button looking good enough to kiss – so I did! Then my fingers to her brown thighs and then sliding them upwards on her damp skin, up and up between her legs.

Quite damp – encouraging information for what I wanted to do – not terrifically wet, but I did not really expect sexual excitement, just perhaps damp enough. Ah, ha! I had found that 'cave' I had thought about in the supermarket. My fingers explored. Was she ready enough or was I going to have to go and seek a bit of added lubrication? I thought the latter.

Olive oil seems as good a lubricant as anything really. Walking back to the kitchen I sniffed my fingers. Quite a strong girly, acrid sweaty sort of smell. It was going to be mixed with the rich olive smell from the oil. There was, of course, some in the cupboard in the kitchen. I poured and massaged my erection – nice and oily, nice and shiny, nice and turgid - nice feeling!

Where to do the deed? Standing or should I move the girl? She was bigger than me but not exactly a lot of meat on the frame! Thin and toned rather summed our Diana up. Nothing masculine but not the plump black girl by any means! Not too difficult to move around.

I was certainly going to try and do it standing up to start with but then move her to the bed. The advantage of tall girls is you do not need to bend your knees when standing! On the other hand,oo tall and the old JT is not going to properly reach. It was fine with Diana. I kissed her again as she stared at the shower controls, her hand still reaching. I've said it before, time stop sex is a bit like masturbation or having fun (really?) with a blow up doll, though actually, apart from movement, everything is so real – because it is.

Nice once again to touch my oily knob to her wet wool and then dip down. There? No. There? No. Ah, ha! Bingo! There - that was the place. A gentle pressure from my thighs transmitted to my cock and in I slipped. Diana and I were now properly introduced! So nice to grasp her still sweaty body, take in the healthy aroma of exercised woman and just fuck. Up and down my penis slid inside Diana sending me such pleasant feelings. I even lay my head on her shoulder and nuzzled her neck as I fucked her.

Enthusiastic couples – perhaps Diana and her young man – might just have kept going but time stop does encourage pausing and savouring the feelings. There is simply no one else to worry about. It is very selfish – well, yes - what I was doing to Diana without so much as a by your leave was certainly that!

I stepped backwards, perhaps a little damper than I had been, perhaps smelling as if I too had been on a run! "Come on Diana, let's get on the bed."

Her hand still outstretched I lifted her and carried her to her bedroom, an odd thing to do whilst sporting an erection – OK a declining erection. The exertion taking my mind off the sex.

On her back on the bed I spread her thighs. Important to me to take a good look. I like being the voyeur! That done I placed one leg over each shoulder and moved in on Diana's exposed sex once more. Unsurprisingly I rose to the sight and the prospect of renewed intercourse. Good to take myself in hand and apply my knob to her opening. A very visual act. Before, whilst standing, I had felt my way. This way it was all very much in the light and completely visible. Fascinating as always to watch my erection disappearing into the folds of her labia, disappearing between the dark fringed lips and into her body. The hot, sweaty scent of her sex in the air.

In my position I could watch it all. Watch her being fucked. Watch her being fucked by me – me who had met her only that morning, and by chance, in the supermarket. I was, I thought, going to see more of this girl - though I was actually seeing rather a lot of her just then! She was really rather nice. Really rather... fuck, fuck, fuck - the thing was happening! I pushed hard, powerful strokes in and out of her dark fringed lips and came; my erection doing its squirty, splashy job inside her adding to her already shower readiness.

Nice actually to just let go of her legs and collapse on her body.

"Well," I said after a time, propping myself, still embedded, up on my elbows and looking at her face, "I enjoyed that. I expect you'll have some good sex later with that young man. May I join you? For now, why don't you go and have your shower. You are a bit 'disgustingly sweaty' but even so very fuckable." Another kiss and then all the bother of putting her back in position, hand outreached for the shower.

She did stumble a bit but grabbed the shower control and the water hissed out. There was a definite wriggling and indications she felt a bit strange but nonetheless she stepped into the water and no doubt the result of my little incursion was washed away along with the sweat from her run.

The shower was still running as I stepped out of the front door into the bustle of the street and walked away. There was a smile on my face. I had enjoyed that. I would be back later.

I was indeed back later. A trifle tedious hanging around waiting for them but I did not have a key to let myself in – yet! I had made a reasonable judgement about when their meal would be finished and when they would return. Half an hour out but what is half an hour to the keen voyeur? Does he not sit patiently staring at the blank window until suddenly there is light and he reaches for his binoculars – or something like that? I just sat on a garden wall and thought about this and that. Mostly actually English counties from A to Z. I had got up to 'F' and could not think of one. I now know why – there isn't one!

I saw them coming up the street hand in hand. No need of course for me to do anything until Diana opened the front door and then no hurry at all providing I had stopped time. I could saunter across, squeeze between or under them and go and hide. Not so easy in a one bed roomed flat (in the dark) but I had got quite good at hiding over the past months.

Just because they were home did not mean anything interesting would necessarily happen. It was encouraging nonetheless to hear from my hiding place the shower being turned on again. Clearly Diana was a girl who liked to wash.

Her clothes from the evening had been carefully tidied away. A rather expensive and very tight pair of jeans, white shirt and rather fine suede jacket. I cannot say them same about the boyfriend's clothes. He could have been tidier. It might though have freaked them out if I had tidied them away! No clothes on was encouraging – encouraging to the voyeur – and a running shower promised much.

Of course I had already seen Diana naked twice that day – though a third chance would not go amiss – but what I was after was seeing her engaged in sex. I really liked the idea of seeing her mounted – and not just by me. It was that 'rigorous coitus' I wanted to see and I rather hoped the young man was up to the challenge – not that he knew he was being challenged!

Best to see the participants moving rather than frozen tableaus - but that was not easy. Not easy in a small flat. Not ideal to be caught watching. Nowhere in the bathroom to hide and the door misplaced for watching showering. It is not always easy for the time stopper. Still, on the positive front I did have a naked girl and boy in the flat with me and the reasonable prospect of at least naughty tableaus to view even if I might not be able to view live action either because I could not secure a suitable hiding place or, even more prosaically, they turned the light off!

Would they exit the bathroom in pyjamas, just tee shirts, underwear or perhaps completely ready for 'action?' It was a slightly odd mix – nice though to see. Diana in just pyjama bottoms and with her top naked. She looked really sexy like that, I thought. Her fine long legs, small bottom and that so soft dark wool hidden away yet her slim frame exposed from the waist upwards with her flat tummy and interesting dimple of a tummy button all to be seen. Perhaps her tummy button might pool with semen later. It was a nice image to imagine Diana on her back with a snaking rivulet of creamy cum running down from her breasts and ending in the little reservoir in the hollow of her tummy button. My image being of her fine young man coming a little too quickly and releasing himself all over her breasts, spattering her so black nipples and dark areolae with his whiteness – his copious whiteness – so it ran down the little mounds of her breasts and on and on until captured in that sweet dimple. Nice to see his annoyance at coming too soon – an annoyance frozen in time as I stepped forward, flicked his now spent cock with my fingers and settled myself atop dark, delicious Diana to complete the act. My own rigid shaft pushing into her in the proper way and delivering semen in the proper place whilst I squashed – no crushed – his beneath me. A rather strange eroticism feeling his cum, warm and sticky between Diana and my body, perhaps it even making noises as I thrust at her, readying to deliver where he had not!

Nice to imagine but we would see what transpired. As yet the boyfriend was still potent – unless things had been happening (fairly quickly) in the shower about which I was unaware! Beneath his tee shirt – for that was all he was wearing – his genitalia swung. The sort of peek a boo effect arguably similarly erotic to Diana's toplessness. Soft and swinging, it was not yet raised for action, dark skinned and ample - there was plenty to swing. I was very hopeful it soon would be. I wished to play the voyeur.

I watched them move, through the crack of the slightly open sitting room door, from bathroom to bedroom. Pleasing to see movement, if for a second or two. Diana's arms moving, her bare feet on the carpet – what a fine body she had and such beautiful dark skin. Once inside their bedroom I moved position able to watch, this time twixt door and jamb where the hinges were. A very narrow vertical view and only enough for one eye – but I could see.

It was not cold, indeed a warm night and it seemed, helpfully, the couple were not in a hurry to get under the covers or turn off the bedside light. Things were going well for the voyeur! They were embracing on the bed, arms around each other and already mouth to mouth, their tongues no doubt like miniature penises already thrusting in each other's mouth. The boyfriend's hands on Diana's back stroking the smooth skin. Things were going well. I had every expectation of seeing sexual activity – unless they went under the covers or the light was turned off!