Chapter 40 - Things begin to look up again
Saturday night and I had promised myself a visit to Nora and Tim's. Freshly showered, dressed in a nice crisp white shirt and newly pressed jeans - I had made myself presentable for the occasion - I found myself standing across the street from their place wondering what I would find. Was Saturday night going to be their night for a bit of what we South Londoners call 'nookie?'
As if on cue the downstairs light went off. A smile from me and I walked on past their house and disappeared into the shadows. Literally! In the darkness I stopped time and, indeed, to someone watching it would very much have seemed as if I disappeared. I would not appear again walking out of the shadows - not in time anyway. Across the road I stepped to their door in the silence and slid my key into Nora's lock. Again a smile from me. How symbolic. My illicit key entering Nora's lock as no doubt Tim's legitimate key had done many times before: hopefully I would soon be following Tim's erection in much the same way into Nora's sex!
So quiet. Just me and silence.
"Hello, anyone home?"
Pointless. No one could answer but silence can get rather oppressive. I climbed the stairs.
Even before I reached the top of the flight there, before me, was a naked person, unmoving of course. Well, sex or no sex in prospect, Nora and Tim were no doubt getting ready for bed and certainly Tim was well on the way! I recalled I had met him in the park but not like this. I reached and shook his willie. It was much closer and easier to reach than his hand! Much more appropriate, really, given what I had come to do with Nora!
"Hello Tim. How are you?" Up and down I shook. "How is Nora? Ready for fun and games I hope. We do need to get you nice and firm as I want your wife really warmed up - wet and liquid you know - before I set to."
Ever so gently with my finger tips I pulled back his foreskin and left his completely flaccid penis standing, pointing up at the ceiling in the fully erect position. It would just fall down again as soon as time restarted but the hint was there! Discernible trace? Not really -- though the movement might cause him to look down in surprise.
Unusually for a man, he was completely shaven 'down there,' just like his wife. It must be something they rather liked together; perhaps they gained a greater intimate contact that way, when pushed together you know.
Nora was feeding Sammy; bare to the waist, she was cuddling the baby and it was fully plugged on! A nice little maternal scene. I hoped to be doing the same later --no, not with the baby! But first the little domestic tableau needed to move on in time and I needed to hide. I chose to hide in the bedroom and watch Nora.
Perhaps rather than Time Stop Man or Temporal Man of Power I should have chosen the name 'Wonder Wardrobe Man' or even 'Wonder Wardrobe Wanker!' A big 'WWW' emblazoned across my chest. I did seem to find myself in an awful lot of wardrobes. Or, perhaps, 'Covert Closet Contemplator.'
With time running, Nora carried on feeding and outside the bedroom I could hear a bath being run. A normal domestic scene was proceeding. I would have to wait.
It was some little time in the wardrobe before Nora stood and put a now sleeping Sammy down in its basket. Nice, very nice, to see the now unburdened Nora moving. Her long unbound dark hair cascading down her shoulders and her substantial breasts wobbling a little as she moved doing a bit of tidying up. Did I like the way they hung and elongated when she leant forward? Did I! As I said, bare breasted and particularly feminine in her long, ankle length, flowing green cotton skirt Nora was quite the girl for me.
It would be a nuisance if she wanted to put something in or take something out of the wardrobe. I would be disturbed in my contemplation and have to move. Not a real problem -- just a possible nuisance.
A sound, and through the crack of the wardrobe door Tim hove into view. He had evidently had his bath and had a small orange towel around his waist.
"Hallo man, Sammy's gone to sleep." Nora's arms went up and around Tim's neck and she pulled him to her to be kissed.
Orange and green do go well together. Nora's dress and Tim's towel merging as they embraced; Nora's breasts squashed against Tim's naked chest. It was not a short kiss.
I was not surprised to see when Nora stepped back that Tim had reacted in that manly way men have; it was clear to my eyes that his towel was 'tenting' at the front; and Nora did not miss that either.
"What is this?" Her fingers closed over the raised piece of towelling with a little plucking movement. "May I have a look?"
Yes, please! I thought. I really liked the idea of an aroused woman unveiling a man's erection. My hand reached for my zipper. Erections should be exposed!
It got better: Nora did not simply undo the towel but knelt down; her long green skirt flowing around her on the floor; wonderfully she was getting down face to face with the prospective revelation - and I was pretty sure I knew what that would mean!