He was patiently standing in line, enjoying the view of the scantily clad young woman in front of him. She was unusually short and quite thin. Although he knew her to be a graduate student, she had the appearance of no more than the most popular fantasy of the junior varsity football team, barely beyond puberty.
Her long, blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and the two-sizes-too-small crop top not only presented a well-toned, well-tanned mid-section, but a pair of well-formed breasts. Her jeans were riddled with gaping, strategically placed holes, revealing black hosiery beneath. All of this stylish beauty was accented nicely with silver jewelry about her neck, wrist, fingers, and ears and, of course, her navel. Yes, she would do quite nicely.
Biding his time to ensure that everyone around was positioned adequately, he started his routine. His mind focused inward, his muscles relaxed, and all of the familiar sensations began to overtake him as he accelerated himself into hypertime. The anticipation of the intense tingle was the product of a near addiction, as the onslaught of endorphins and adrenaline invaded his body. Fortunately, he had learned to deal with the pain and nausea, knowing that they would pass quickly. During the final stage of his transition, his vision was restored.
Once again, time had been cheated.
Everyone and everything around him seemed to be frozen in time, as if he had pressed the pause button on reality. In actuality, time for them continued to pass by, but at a rate that was on a scale several magnitudes below that for him. He, however, was free to move about, virtually undetectable.
After a quick check of the area around him, he laboriously removed his clothing, watch and rings. To take them with was too taxing. Besides, he was not going far, and he certainly didn't need them for this excursion. As he undressed and stepped away from the spot where he had been standing, his belongings eerily resumed the physical form and location that they had been in prior to his transition to hypertime, leaving a shell were he had just stood. That is a characteristic of hypertime: inanimate objects strive to remain in their realtime position.
In hypertime, the laws of physics still apply, but the way they are perceived is skewed. Light is still the fastest entity in the universe, but he needed to learn how to see all over again. Sound waves travel too slowly to be of any use.
He approached the young woman from behind. Carefully, he reached around her and caressed the exposed skin of her midriff, which was soft to the touch. As he was reaching, his face nuzzled into her neck, where he took in her pleasant scent. (Smell is still a useful sense in hypertime.)
Slowly, he moved his hands upward, sliding them under her tight-fitting top. As his fingers proceeded, he felt the additional pressure of the material, and her breasts, resisting displacement. He caressed the underside of her tits, then moved furtively toward the nipples.
Upon reaching them, he grasped them gently between his thumb and finger and commenced a delicate rolling motion. His hands fully engulfed her breasts, massaging and squeezing. Before much of this occurred, his cock had attained a throbbing, fully erect status.
As enjoyable as it was, he managed to pull one hand away so as to tend to another area of interest. Moving downward in a fluent motion, he guided his fingers inside the waistband of her jeans. He quickly determined that her hosiery consisted of stockings, not pantyhose, and that she wore no undergarment whatsoever. This aroused him further.
Soon he had also discovered that she was clean-shaven. Gently, he probed a finger into the delicate slit of her pussy and located her clit. Certainly, she was not anticipating sexual activity, and her relatively dry condition was to be expected. He decided that he would properly prepare her.
