Andy's girl, the little scrum half, had, I thought, got very close to realising someone else had been there with them. Andy's apparent ability to come twice was improbable but, really, there was no other rational explanation for the events. Yet who was going to suspect a time stopper had been there with them? It had been a hoot.
And then there was Mike from the office who was more than a little sure I had been doing strange things to him, actually was quite certain I had been doing strange things to him, however improbable and that I had some sort of power. I mean, he had seen me whilst all tied up - it was just his girlfriend who had no knowledge - and had no explanation of why he had come, suddenly, to be tied up.
And then there had been that group of walkers. Well, the dark curly haired girl's boyfriend had certainly seen me doing 'magic' things and neither would have missed me actually fucking her for a few visible moments! The others in the party would only have been aware of the strangeness of the tall fair haired girl and the dark skinned girl wetting themselves. Did I care? Nope!
It was all not very Temporal Man of Power with his secret identity - I was getting less secret about my power and finding it all such a laugh.
I had not really expected or, indeed, wanted to see those annoying walkers another day but it happened. Pure co-incidence, but there, one day, was the dark curly haired girl and her boyfriend, hand in hand, right in front of me in the street. It is not nice to be pushed against a wall by someone bigger than you. Not good to find your past misdeeds suddenly catching up with you.
"Hold him whilst I knee him in the nuts, Nathan."
Not quite the demure little thing then. Not Nathan asked to do the nut squashing but the girl.
But, of course, that was just not going to happen. He was moving to do as he was told but it was comparatively easy to extract myself from the situation; and make sure I could get away easily once time restarted. It does not pay to mess with TMP, you know! She had no nuts to knee but he did! Not so much a kneeing - I could be much more precise in that respect, an opening of the trouser fly, an insertion of my hand, and a very hard squeeze just where it was going to hurt. Precision work you see - not a knee in the general direction of nuts but close up and personal. A feeling around and then a pair of hairy balls right in my hand, cosily warm and thought so safe and secure, the egg shapes just so moveable and, like that, just so vulnerable. A rolling in the hand and then a sharp squeeze. I had done that to him before!
I was not going to hang around too long having done that to Nathan. Free from being held against the wall I was going to run and there was no way they were going to be running after me - not with Nathan's squeezed balls and, for good measure, their shoe laces tied together. Funny to see them sprawled on the pavement as I ran away. Funny but I was going to have to watch out for them in the future, though. Pity she was so unpleasant as, on the face of it or indeed the body of it, she was a pretty girl.
I had planned on a further visit to Amanda that Friday evening and to leave my 'calling card' but, reflecting over the course of a few days on the prettiness of the dark curly haired girl caused a change of plan and found me hunting out the unpleasant couple. So easy for me as I had rifled their pockets and knew where they lived. It had seemed prudent at the time - know your enemy. Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer! I could see myself getting very close to the girl again.
More was going to happen to them. I had not finished with them. It does not pay to tangle with TSM! I found them around at his and, unexpectedly, with four of their walking friends as well, clearly going to spend the night. The more the merrier perhaps. From their stuff it looked like it was a walking day on the morrow.
A happy party around the dining table. Not just the dark curly haired girl and boyfriend but also the virginal pony tailed girl with the perfectly rounded breasts - the couple I suspected were not into intercourse as such. Well, that was going to change! Quite a bit was going to change that evening. The other couple included the dark straight haired girl with her slightly exotic look and dark skin - not the 'Nubian' girl but the one whose pants I had wet. My hands recalled the big breasts and dark nipples. Did I mention the dark tight curls down below? I had not forgotten them, had not forgotten how they tickled my 'fancy.'
There they all were frozen in time at dinner whilst I explored, establishing by the bags in bedrooms they were going to spend the night. An interesting set of possibilities for TSM - a selection of three couples all in one place. Would they all engage in sex before sleep? The prospect of three couples 'at it' and me able to pop into each in turn and inspect what was happening in each bedroom out of time was a pleasing one. All those breasts to fondle, three wet and, hopefully, succulent vaginas at my disposal - yes to 'pop into each' in turn. I could enter room after room swopping from one girl to the other. It was going to be a good evening, a veritable orgy for me - assuming, that is, the sex happened. But even if it did not - the girls would still be there for inspection and more!
It was a funny old evening waiting to see what bedtime brought. I spent quite a bit of it sitting under the dining room table listening to the conversation and looking up dresses - as you do. It was a round dining table with room enough in the middle and I did not get kicked by mistake more than once! The tall fair girl had a really nice little black number on but was less than modest about keeping her knees together - well there was hardly a need, after all who would be looking under the table! And delightfully she had no panties on. Sudden glimpses of her sex with its fine tracery of hair and little pink frills poking out were a real delight. Pretty knees with the cotton just above them and then a flutter of movement, a glimpse of inner thigh but occasionally a more spread view, all the inner thighs suddenly revealed right up to what lay right at the top.
So nice to stop time and just reach out and up inside her dress to stroke and touch. As the evening wore on it became clear to me she was becoming aroused. My poking finger acting as a 'dipstick' detected a flow of wetness and all was, somewhat strangely confirmed, when her hand moved to her boyfriend and she actually got his cock out under the table. Yes, with everyone else around! There it was in her little hand and being fondled in a very friendly fashion and made big. Did the others have any idea what was happening? I almost expected to see other hands around the tables fumbling at flies, pulling out penises and working them. It would have been rather nice to see actually.
I had the amusing idea of chairs being pulled back and them all rising from the table, the men exposed and manfully erect and being lead to their separate rooms by their respective girlfriends.
Of course what would have been quite funny would have been to take the girl's hand on the other side of the erect boy and place her hand too on his erection, one at the top, one at the bottom, so each of the girls had a hand there. That would have caused a bit of a commotion, I thought, but I had other plans.
It was not long after that the party broke up for bed, "We have a long day ahead," was the consensual reason. I suspected there might be other reasons and I was right!
One by one, or two by two they used the bathroom - and one by one they undressed. Nice to watch when I could. A pleasing thing for a man to watch a girl undress. Much more care usually taken to fold clothes and just so much more graceful than the man. The men of the party just dropping their clothes any old how on a chair or the floor: but the girls so much neater. Nice to see the hands reaching around and brassieres unclipped followed by the falling out of boobs, particularly the dark straight haired girl with her ample breasts, wobbling in a most attractive way as she moved, her big dark nipples already erect. The pulling down of her green panties revealing her strong patch of dark tight curls. Curls that hid her slit and that special place men want to visit and leave their calling cards. The eroticism was not lost on her boyfriend, his penis erecting as he moved towards her; they kissed with his erection pushed against those very curls and his hand behind her holding a brown buttock.
I missed the dark curly haired girl undressing but not the tall fair girl. I was able to hide and watch her with her boyfriend. I had already seen his erection under the table and it was still very much in evidence. A lovely little picture of the two of them. Him completely naked and sexually aroused and she still in her little black dress. Such an erotic little scene - naked man and clothed woman - particularly when she took him in her hand before they kissed. So nice to see that: a girl reaching out and taking hold of an erect penis. I think the intention was not so much sexual as to ensure his knob and particularly what is bizarrely called the 'meatus,' the urethral exit, was not touching the black material. A very practical 'girl' thing to be aware that it might already be leaking 'pre-cum' and she would not want semen stains on her dress. Hardly something you would want to find on your dress next time you came to wear it!
Nice to watch them kissing; even nicer to see her bob down and fellate him - another wonderful image. The girl, her fair hair tied in a pony tail, the black dress flowing onto the floor around her knees and her pretty lips around his penis - that wonderful other sexual connection between man and woman. His face betraying considerable pleasure.
Well, it seemed only fair I should share it! Time - or rather non-time - for TMP to don his special costume or, as you might put it, his birthday suit! Much nicer to be naked, if it is warm enough, when engaged in sexual missions. A careful hiding of clothes in the house and then I was back, ready, willing and able. Carefully I eased the girl off her boyfriend's penis. I have to say, again, that a girl looks prettier with the penis in than out, her very rounded open mouth made her face look like one of those ridiculous blow up plastic dolls with the big round 'O' of a mouth. But of course just so ready for me and so easy for me to make her look pretty again by slipping myself in; lovely to watch my knob as it touched her lips and then pushed past them into her mouth. Nice? Well what do you think!
For the boyfriend no doubt her tongue was doing interesting things and certainly she had been sliding her lips up and down his shaft but for me I had to do the moving - time was stopped after all - or did I? It came to me that with her eyes closed she would not notice the change of man and would carry on doing what she had been doing - except on me! The problem was the boyfriend. Perhaps I should carry him downstairs and out of the house - with difficulty and without hurting my back - and leave him naked and erect in the street. Amusing to imagine his shock; him scuttling into a nearby garden and hiding behind a hedge before making his way back when no cars were passing and banging on the front door to be readmitted.
Or I could just do it for a few seconds as he stood there beside me - frozen in surprise in all probability, not only finding the pleasant sensations on his cock suddenly stopped but me, the man from the walk, standing beside him, naked, erect and being sucked by his girl. Should I? Should I do it to feel her tongue and lips moving and to see his reaction?
