Author's note: The following incidents are probably mostly fictional, and more than a bit satirical. No sexual acts involve living modern humans under age 18.
Many thanks to Hypoxia for editing. Any technical errors are mine alone.
Readers' constructive comments are welcome.
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Lisa loves a hot fudge sundae.
Randall stumbled and nearly fell when he arrived back in his lab. So tired...
He crawled to the Multi-Dimensional Transporter's power supply and shut it down. He had to make sure to remember to do that, every time.
He hadn't mentioned it to Lisa, but there were some fairly nasty things wandering around southern California 15,000 years ago. Carnivorous things. Like saber-toothed cats and dire wolves, and other ice-age mega-fauna. Possibly a few early Paleo-Indians.
There was a remote chance that something, or someone, might wander into the transporter field and end up in his lab.
Of course one had to keep in mind that the beach was actually in a parallel universe, not this precise one. There would be many similarities, but it could not be perfectly identical.
Of course it could be even worse... Randall gnawed at a ragged thumbnail. He really should have chosen a geologic epoch farther removed, when there were no dangerous inhabitants.
He silently debated the optimal time to leave her there. If he rested, he would be ready for further sexual activity upon his return. But would she? Obviously, she had been fully satisfied during their initial encounter, and it might be best to let her rest a while, too.
He scratched his crotch reflectively and immediately noticed he was naked. Damn it! It wasn't like him to forget things, particularly his pants. The fatigue was clearly dulling his razor-sharp intellect.
He hurried to his office and found a stained lab coat in the closet. Better than nothing, but still not something in which he would be comfortable walking the city streets. He put it on and stretched out on his couch. He would have to go back for his clothes before he could leave the lab.
Ah, sweet little Lisa. So hot and sexy, and so easily satisfied.
He fondled his cock and balls absently. Dried cum was crusted in his pubic hair. He shivered as he recalled the cataclysmic orgasm she had given him. No doubt she had experienced the same level of ecstasy. And she had hinted at plans for a full night of amorous adventure if he got back to her within five minutes... Surely she couldn't have been lying about something like that.
He had made his first conquest, and she was clearly as enchanted as he.
It was still early morning at the lab, but Randall was exhausted all the same. He would have liked to go to his apartment to avoid being disturbed, but didn't want to risk going out in public clad only in a lab coat. He would take a nap on his couch and get out before his handlers or someone else demanded his attention.
When Randall landed on the beach again, five minutes after he had left, Lisa was sitting on the air mattress filing her fingernails.
"You're back!" she said brightly. "Didn't waste any time, did you?"
"Uh, yes. I mean 'no.' I fixed the remote control..."
Damn! His cell phone was still in his pants pocket, which should give her a clue that it was not the remote control device he had pretended it was. But, fortunately, she was not terribly perceptive, so maybe she wouldn't notice.
Randall gathered his clothes and pulled them on. He took his cell phone out and said, "OK, if you'll just come over here with me I'll transport us back to the lab—"
Lisa lay back on the mattress and smiled at him dreamily.
"Oh, I guess there's no rush... and it's such a pretty night. The air so fresh and clean... I always wanted to make love on the beach, you know."
Her towel had loosened and the top of one smooth breast peeped out. Randall could almost see the nipple.
His cock sprouted to immediate attention. She was ready for more! After only five minutes! Randall hoped she wouldn't turn out to be a nymphomaniac, now that she had gotten herself a taste of the forbidden fruit.
He walked toward her, wondering if she would undress herself or if she would want him to do it for her. She would probably be shy about being completely naked in front of him, so he would have to be gentle with her.
Just before Randall reached the tent she stood up and started gathering her discarded clothing. The towel gapped open and he saw both her firm breasts clearly. His heart thumped in his chest.
"Or maybe we should just go home," she said. "I'm being silly. We can come back any time to this exact moment if we want."
She retied her towel and slipped out of her bikini briefs, flexing each of her long, slender legs enticingly. "You probably think I'm just a girl who can't make up her mind."
"Uh, no, I—"
Randall gulped, imagining what was under the towel. Naked woman! With a pussy!
"I don't mind staying for a while... if it makes you happy. We can leave for home whenever you like. Of course, to avoid a time paradox, we can't get back before I last left, or we never would have been here."
"Whatever," Lisa said, pulling her panties up and situating them under the towel. "I'm glad you understand that stuff, because I don't. That's why I so adore intelligent men." She batted her eyes at him.
She picked up her brassiere and fastened it over the towel, then pulled the towel away. "Why don't you decide, Sweetie?"
"Aaaagh..." Randall said with a dry mouth. The brassiere lifted and cupped her breasts deliciously, and he could clearly see her erect nipples beneath the sheer fabric.
"I, ah, think I would like to stay for a little while. Sit on the beach and watch the moon rise before we go."
"Ooooh, you want to take me to the submarine races, don't you?" she giggled. "You naughty, naughty boy."
"Well, actually there aren't any submarines in this geologic era," Randall said. "And even if there were, I doubt that they'd risk coming this close to land. Wouldn't be prudent."
"I love it when you talk dirty to me," Lisa said. "Okay, you win. I can't resist you. Why don't you take this blanket a ways down the beach to that nice little spit of sand? We'll have the water around us on three sides."
She handed him a folded blanket.
"OK," Randall said thickly. He wasn't sure what dirty thing he had said, but it had clearly excited her. He would have to analyze that further. He plugged her words into his capacious memory.
"Oh, wait!" She seized him by the arm and turned him to face her. "Why don't we just..." she plucked his pocket protector from his shirt, "leave your valuables here so they won't get lost in the dark? I'll put your keycard and wallet and stuff right here on the bed, OK, sweetie? Unless, of course, there's something in your wallet you think you might need..."
"Good idea," Randall said. He couldn't see why he would need cash or a credit card here. But obviously logic was not her strong point. He handed her the contents of his pockets.
What an idiot, Lisa thought. This is like taking candy from a really retarded baby.
"Now you just trot on over there and make us a little love-nest," she smiled seductively, "while I take care of a couple of girly things. And then I'll join you, okay?"
"Sure... uh, Honey." He hesitated. "Ummm, that Rite-Aid bag has the feminine hygiene products you requested. I got a selection of flavors, although I think I would prefer the Grape Nehi. In case that's what you were thinking of using before—"
"What 'feminine hygiene' products? I didn't ask for—"
"Oh? When you mentioned 'douchebag' earlier I thought you meant that I should purchase one for you. Now, the reusable ones are obviously cheaper over the long term, but the disposable ones come preloaded with a weakly acidic solution of vinegar and water laced with a wide variety of scents and flavors, and so—"
Lisa made a strangling noise and Randall peered at her nervously. She might find it embarrassing to talk so openly about such a personal subject. So sensitive! But he had heard that women were like that.
"Never mind that, sweetie," she said. "I know exactly where the douchebag is. Now run along, and don't start without me!"
Good God, she thought. If I ever want to let this dipshit into my pants, I'll have to put up road signs.
Randall trotted down the beach with the blanket. Why had she warned him against starting without her? He was planning to start by kissing her. He couldn't very well do that without her.
Although he had practiced on his hand a few times in order to perfect his oscular technique... Was she hinting that she was certain his technique needed no further refinement? His debonair self-confidence must have impressed her more deeply than he had imagined.
He stopped for breath a couple of hundred yards down the beach and looked back. Lisa seemed to be pulling her short dress on over her head. Odd. But women were unpredictable creatures. Possibly she wanted to give him the pleasure of undressing her completely.
He started jogging again. The sand spit was farther away than he had thought. He stumbled onward.
