I said my farewell to them and waved as they headed for the bus. I sat on the sand and pondered what to do next. I had enjoyed the real sex with Tania, and it had certainly been great fun with them but my holiday was far from over and it was now back to the discreetness of out-of-time sex. The prospect of another ten days and the variety of girls I would be enjoying quickly cheered me up. I looked around me. Bodies in all directions, some pasty white having newly arrived, others pink, even red from unwise exposure to the sun, others brown, not a few with beautiful coffee coloured skin, naturally dark but made still darker by the sun and one or two dark almost black bodies. A wonderful variety. I could look at and play with anyone I wanted. I was certainly going to continue to have a marvellous holiday.
Walking back I passed my old villa, my home no longer, the new occupants had just arrived and were unpacking their car. A couple with their offspring, or at least some were their offspring as I overheard one of the girls say to the other, "isn't this cool? Bet you're glad you came with us Amy." The daughter was dark, quite tall and dressed in yellow shorts with a red top. She was pretty, but nothing like her friend, a rather shorter redhead with hair like flame. A really bright orange. I remembered my position on the street, stopped time and walked back to look at them. The two girls were, I judged, in their late teens, though these days it is always difficult to tell as girls develop so quickly. The redhead, Amy was certainly developed, her breasts filling her green bikini top. I looked down her cleavage. Her skin was very white; she would have to be careful in the sun; careful to keep herself covered up. Not surprisingly a closer inspection seemed in order.
I walked around Amy and undid her bikini clasp and pulled the material away from her chest. Two beautiful breasts were exposed. Despite my activity with Tania a couple of hours before I felt myself rising. My hands went to her white breasts. I weighed them in my hands. It is, I know and accept, a very male thing to do but it is such a simple and enjoyable thing to lift up a pair of breasts and feel their weight and to see them move as you lift them. The girl's nipples were relaxed, just little soft splodges of skin. Well, she was not expecting them to be fondled. I ran my finger slowly up her right breast to the little bumps at the edge of the areole and on to the nipple. Being comparatively young they were more like a man's, small and not yet suckled on by infants or, perhaps yet, men. I slipped my hand down into her shorts and felt for pubic hair. Yes, it was there, a generous amount. I would enjoy viewing it but later when they were settled in but, for now, I needed a new abode and whilst not disinterested given the last couple of days with Tania, sex was not uppermost in my mind. Having a base and going for dinner before a good sleep seemed more what I wanted.
I did not do well. It was surprising but I shrugged my shoulders and decided it would probably be a night on the beach but, before settling for that, I thought I would drop in on Monsieur and Madam again - after, of course, a very pleasant dinner in yet another fish restaurant. I knew it was late but I hadn't expected to find them asleep. There was no light in their bedroom but I could hear deep, steady breathing. Stopping time I came into their dark bedroom. With time stopped there was of course no sound so I had to find them by touch. Monsieur was well over one side of the bed and Madame the other under a single sheet. The night was hot. My hands felt Madame's face and slipped down over her breasts, her stomach to her pubic hair. Her thighs were together, which was not helpful to me and what I needed to discover. I drew back the sheet and carefully pulled open her thighs. I let my hand slide down one thigh to her sex - always a rather exciting slide!
It was as I had hoped wet, indeed sticky from intercourse. They had clearly made love before falling asleep. This would make it easy for me if I cared to repeat their act. Funnily enough, I did care to do just that! Dropping my clothes on the floor, I got in beside Madame, with Monsieur on the other side. Pulling the sheet back over us I began to caress and play with Madame as if we were lovers in bed together. With time stopped there was of course no response but her breasts, sex, hair and her marvellous bottom all felt as they should.
It was not long before I was on top of her embedded in her sex, pumping away. Entry was no difficulty at all, not with the recent lubrication of sex. Sloppy seconds? Well that is not an unusual occurrence for me. I do not mind at all, after all for a time stopper it is so much easier if the woman is already excited, or been lubricated in one fashion or another: sometimes of course manual lubrication is necessary as with Madame's bottom only a few nights before.
One of the advantages of time stop sex is there is no hurry. Your partner is not anxious for orgasm; you can pause if you feel yourself about to come. It is like masturbation but the feeling is real, Madame's vagina felt like a vagina, not a hand, because it was indeed a vagina! It was warm, indeed hot, it was slippery and wet, indeed very wet, it was pleasant, indeed very pleasant.
I came with strong strokes in Madame. I rested on top of her before slipping off to her side. I lay there basking in the comfort and delicious feeling of recent coitus and the comfort of their bed.
The next thing I knew there was a mouth around my penis, a warm wet mouth with a tongue tickling and teasing it. I was fully erect and being fellated. I almost panicked, what on earth was happening, where was I? My eyes stared around a darkened room. I pulled my thoughts together and realised with horror what had happened. I had fallen asleep next to Madame. With consciousness going evidently my grip on time ceased and time restarted. I had not gone to sleep before with time stopped, so I had now learnt something new but in a rather dramatic fashion.
Useful information, but I had slipped, slipped badly, had relaxed my usual control of a situation. Merde! Where was Monsieur? I glanced around the room but it was dark. However I could just faintly make out breathing away to my right but not very close. Due to the heat he must have moved in the night to the single bed over by the wall. It was lucky he hadn't noticed me, that would have been a rude awakening and clearly Madame had not noticed the move either.
Madame was doing marvellous things to my cock, evidently under the not unreasonable misapprehension that it was her husband's penis. Now how was I to get out of this fix? I could not stop time and go because that would frighten Madame as, to her; I would appear to have just vanished. I couldn't replace myself with Monsieur. He would be very heavy to move and was, most probably, not erect. Madame would be a bit confused if the penis in her mouth suddenly went completely soft. In any case I was rather enjoying the feeling which did tend me towards indecision. She was rhythmically moving her mouth up and down my shaft with her tongue paying great attention to my cockhead as it slipped backwards and forwards. She knew what she was doing and knew how to do it well. She let her mouth slide off the end of the tip and I felt lots of kisses all around it before she engulfed it again. I was not long in coming. No man would have been. With my hand I stroked her hair as the semen welled up my shaft and pulsed into her mouth. I felt her tongue sliding round and round as I came, Madame swallowing. Wonderful!
Breathing hard I waited to see what she did next. This could have been a very difficult problem. Mistaking my cock for her husband's was one thing: she was unlikely to do the same if she came up the bed to kiss and talk to me.
In the event she remained down the bed with my softening penis in her mouth. As the moments turned to minutes and she did not move realisation dawned that she had dropped off to sleep with my softening penis still within her mouth. Oh for light and a camera! I thought it best to leave and not risk going to sleep again. I would not be so lucky again. Pulling my penis out from between her lips, there was the sense of a slight pull, a resistance as if she did not want to let me go, as if she felt safe and content with a penis in her mouth as she slept. Oh, how little she knew! I eased myself out of bed, stopped time, dressed and wandered out into the night to finish my sleep on the beach. A close shave but what a lucky experience!
