It first happened when I was meditating one day. All of a sudden I found myself sitting in a space surrounded with walls made up of a white cloudy substance. No matter which way I moved the space around me stayed constant. The surface under my feet felt soft like a thin mattress and when I tried to touch the walls, my hand passed through into the vapors. It was quiet and peaceful but I could still hear myself when I spoke.
I noticed that I was totally without clothes, but I had no sensation of hot or cold, indicating that the temperature was just right. I enjoyed the tranquility for a while longer, taking advantage of the escape from the everyday hustle and bustle of life. Finally, I decided I had wasted enough time and willed myself back to the real world. I figured that I had blown about a half an hour in that wonderful place, but when I returned to my room, I saw by the clock on the wall that no time had passed what so ever! The whole experience had taken place in less than the blink of an eye.
The discovery of this ability proved to be extremely beneficial. When my wife would get on my case about something and an argument would ensue, I would slip off to my timeless space, relax, meditate for awhile and prepare my rebuttal. I would then return at the exact moment of my departure in the middle of the bitch session ready to take her on again. Of course it rarely won me any arguments, but it always made me feel better. Whenever split second decisions had to be made, this little trick gave me that extra bit of time to make the right one.
The full benefit of this timeless space came to light one day while I was sitting in the fast food area of the local mall waiting for the old lady to finish her aerobic shopping. Girl watching is one of my favorite pastimes. As I was admiring the parade of pulchritude, commenting to myself on the nice tits, great asses, cute faces, and outstanding legs, a young woman approached through the throng. The only thing I could say about her was, "My God, she is Beautiful!"
It seemed as if the crowd parted for her as she came towards me. I was agape with awe. Her mane of dark hair with highlights of gold framed a perfect face with a thin, slightly upturned nose, small cupid-bow mouth, dazzling hazel-green eyes and dark, thick eyebrows. She was wearing a gray business suit, the skirt cut just above the knees to show off her exquisite legs, the jacket was unbuttoned and flowed as she walked so as not to hide the narrowness of her waist and the sensual flair of her hips. Her blouse was unbuttoned to the point of showing a bare hint of cleavage.
As she passed, our eyes met for an instant, then the crowd jostled her and she bumped against me, and the next thing I knew, the two of us were standing in my timeless space, stark naked and staring at one another. She made no effort to cover her self, but instead put her hands on her hips, striking a sexy pose, and appraised me with a half smile on her face. The experience took me completely by surprise, and in my embarrassment, I zapped back to reality. We were at the instant where we had made the contact. She apologized with the same sexy half smile on her face and moved on into the crowd.
Needless to say, I was stunned by the whole experience. I took a sip of my coffee and fumbled for my pipe. I couldn't help but think of that perfect body, the pert, upturned breasts with their dark areolas and hardening nipples, her narrow waist flaring out to rounded hips and that dark thatch of curly hair covering the promise of her pubis. My reverie was broken when my wife joined me at the table. "I've found the perfect loft bed setup for the boys," she said, and tugged me up and through the mall to a specialty furniture store.
When we walked in we were greeted by none other than the stunning beauty who had found her way into my timeless space. "Hi," she said. "May I help you? My name is Stephanie." She put out her hand for my wife to shake and gave me that sexy half smile. I didn't quite know what to say, so I let the little woman do the talking. Sweet Stephanie showed us the bed setup and explained all of the good points and my wife asked all of the necessary questions. When all was said and done, we made the deal to order the set and paid the deposit. Throughout the whole procedure, Stephanie kept giving me looks and that sexy smile of hers like we knew something that my wife didn't, which was true.
I kept trying to figure how she had made it into my private space and guessed that it must have had something to do with the physical contact and her willingness to go. As we left the store, my wife commented, "She sure was pretty, wasn't she?" That was an understatement, but I had to agree. When we had encountered in the mall, I thought Stephanie was a little taller than I was, but in her store, I noticed that we stood eye to eye with her in her heels.
About a week later, I was back in the mall to pick up some things that I needed before closing time and as I walked by the furniture store, I noticed that Stephanie was working late. On the premise of inquiring about our order, I went on in.
