A Place Out of Time


It first happened when I was meditating one day. All of a sudden I
found myself sitting in a space surrounded with walls made up of a
white cloudy substance. No matter which way I moved the space around
me stayed constant. The surface under my feet felt soft like a thin
mattress and when I tried to touch the walls, my hand passed through
into the vapors. It was quiet and peaceful but I could still hear
myself when I spoke.

I noticed that I was totally without clothes, but I had no sensation
of hot or cold, indicating that the temperature was just right. I
enjoyed the tranquility for a while longer, taking advantage of the
escape from the everyday hustle and bustle of life. Finally, I decided
I had wasted enough time and willed myself back to the real world. I
figured that I had blown about a half an hour in that wonderful place,
but when I returned to my room, I saw by the clock on the wall that no
time had passed what so ever! The whole experience had taken place in
less than the blink of an eye.

The discovery of this ability proved to be extremely beneficial. When
my wife would get on my case about something and an argument would
ensue, I would slip off to my timeless space, relax, meditate for
awhile and prepare my rebuttal. I would then return at the exact
moment of my departure in the middle of the bitch session ready to
take her on again. Of course it rarely won me any arguments, but it
always made me feel better. Whenever split second decisions had to be
made, this little trick gave me that extra bit of time to make the
right one.

The full benefit of this timeless space came to light one day while I
was sitting in the fast food area of the local mall waiting for the
old lady to finish her aerobic shopping. Girl watching is one of my
favorite pastimes. As I was admiring the parade of pulchritude,
commenting to myself on the nice tits, great asses, cute faces, and
outstanding legs, a young woman approached through the throng. The
only thing I could say about her was, "My God, she is Beautiful!"

It seemed as if the crowd parted for her as she came towards me. I was
agape with awe. Her mane of dark hair with highlights of gold framed a
perfect face with a thin, slightly upturned nose, small cupid-bow
mouth, dazzling hazel-green eyes and dark, thick eyebrows. She was
wearing a gray business suit, the skirt cut just above the knees to
show off her exquisite legs, the jacket was unbuttoned and flowed as
she walked so as not to hide the narrowness of her waist and the
sensual flair of her hips. Her blouse was unbuttoned to the point of
showing a bare hint of cleavage.

As she passed, our eyes met for an instant, then the crowd jostled her
and she bumped against me, and the next thing I knew, the two of us
were standing in my timeless space, stark naked and staring at one
another. She made no effort to cover her self, but instead put her
hands on her hips, striking a sexy pose, and appraised me with a half
smile on her face. The experience took me completely by surprise, and
in my embarrassment, I zapped back to reality. We were at the instant
where we had made the contact. She apologized with the same sexy half
smile on her face and moved on into the crowd.

Needless to say, I was stunned by the whole experience. I took a sip
of my coffee and fumbled for my pipe. I couldn't help but think of
that perfect body, the pert, upturned breasts with their dark areolas
and hardening nipples, her narrow waist flaring out to rounded hips
and that dark thatch of curly hair covering the promise of her pubis.
My reverie was broken when my wife joined me at the table. "I've found
the perfect loft bed setup for the boys," she said, and tugged me up
and through the mall to a specialty furniture store.

When we walked in we were greeted by none other than the stunning
beauty who had found her way into my timeless space. "Hi," she said.
"May I help you? My name is Stephanie." She put out her hand for my
wife to shake and gave me that sexy half smile. I didn't quite know
what to say, so I let the little woman do the talking. Sweet Stephanie
showed us the bed setup and explained all of the good points and my
wife asked all of the necessary questions. When all was said and done,
we made the deal to order the set and paid the deposit. Throughout the
whole procedure, Stephanie kept giving me looks and that sexy smile of
hers like we knew something that my wife didn't, which was true.

I kept trying to figure how she had made it into my private space and
guessed that it must have had something to do with the physical
contact and her willingness to go. As we left the store, my wife
commented, "She sure was pretty, wasn't she?" That was an
understatement, but I had to agree. When we had encountered in the
mall, I thought Stephanie was a little taller than I was, but in her
store, I noticed that we stood eye to eye with her in her heels.

About a week later, I was back in the mall to pick up some things that
I needed before closing time and as I walked by the furniture store, I
noticed that Stephanie was working late. On the premise of inquiring
about our order, I went on in.

Stephanie greeted me, all smiles and warmth. "I'm so glad you stopped
by," she said. "There's something I wanted to ask you about. Is your
wife with you today?"

"No. I just had to pick up some things," I said as I showed her the
bag.

"Good. What happened the other day when I accidentally bumped into
you? I've been undressed by guys' eyes before but that was
incredible."

"Yeah, uh, I'm kind of sorry about that. I didn't mean for it to
happen."

"Oh, don't apologize. It was great! I've been just tingly ever since.
Can you wait? I've got to close the store."

As she slid the glass doors shut, I couldn't help but admire
Stephanie's fine bottom as the fabric of her wrap-around skirt pulled
tight across it and her long, smooth legs sheathed in black nylons.
When the doors were secured, she took me by the hand and led me to the
rear of the store where the bedroom furniture was displayed. After she
dimmed the lights, she leaned against a dresser, and said, "Tell me
about this thing that you do."

"Usually I reach that place by some form of meditation. I don't know
what happened the other day. You touched me and zap, we were there."

"What, or where is that place?"

"I don't know for sure, but I guess it's another dimension out of this
time because I always return at the same instant that I left at no
matter how long I stay there. I do know that I can't take anything
from this time and space with me, including clothes. I was taken
totally by surprise when I found you with me the other day."

"Tell me about it. Do you think you could do it again?"

"I'd like to try, but if we're going to get naked together again, I
would like the pleasure of undressing you myself this time."

"I would like that very much," she said as she stepped over and gave
me a firm, wet kiss. As she sought my tongue through parted lips, my
hands went to her waist and I pulled her to me. The faint scent of her
perfume mixed with a slight amount of her natural woman aroma and the
touch of her firm supple body against mine made me somewhat light
headed. With one arm around me, she reached down with her other hand
and deftly unbuckled my belt, opened the front of my pants, reached in
and gently fondled my stiffening cock through the straining fabric of
my underwear. "Oh yes," she breathed.

While she continued her manipulations in the front of my jeans, I
started unbuttoning her blouse. She stopped momentarily to shrug it on
to the floor as I found the clasp of her skirt. When the skirt
crumpled to the floor on top of the blouse, she stepped back and
leaned against the dresser again. The sight of her clad in only in her
red and black flowered bra, matching garter and high cut panties, the
black stockings and high heels made me catch my breath. She took me by
the hand and pulled me to her, pulled my sweater and tee shirt off
over my head, then pushed my pants, along with my underpants down to
my knees. As she kissed me again hard on the lips, she stroked my cock
to its full hardness.

I stroked my hands up her back, unfastened her bra, and pulled the
straps down over her shoulders. She let it slide to the floor then
pressed herself into me. The sensation of her ample, firm breasts
against my bare chest was almost too much. I cupped them in my hands
and gently squeezed the nipples between my thumbs and forefingers
until they were as hard as my cock. Stephanie moaned and ground her
pubis against my throbbing hard on. I lowered my head and took one of
her nipples in my mouth and started sucking and nibbling on it while
still squeezing the other. "Oh baby," she breathed, "that's what I
like."

She ran her hands into my hair as I kissed and nibbled one nipple,
then the other until she was breathing in short gasps. I reached
around her and pulled the waist of her panties down over her tight,
round bottom, then as I kissed my way down her abdomen, I pushed them
on down her legs so that they fell around her ankles. I kissed the
soft roundness of her tummy just below her garter belt and the
indentations inside her hips. The musky fragrance of womanhood wafted
into my nostrils as I parted the damp hairs of her muff with my tongue
and found the slippery feminine cleft hidden there.

Stephanie leaned back on the dresser so that she was almost sitting on
it and lifted one leg over my shoulder. When I found the hard little
knot of sensitive flesh buried in the steamy folds of her cunt and
flicked it lightly with the tip of my tongue, she let out a low moan
and I could feel a tremor pass through her body. "Oh God! You're
driving me crazy!" she gasped. Her pussy tasted so good, I couldn't
stop lapping it.

I ran my tongue up and down the creamy slit, into the moist opening to
suck some of the juices that were flowing so freely, then finally
pulled her extended clitoris into my mouth and flicked it mercilessly
with the tip of my tongue. Her body began to quiver then spasm, and I
thought her moans would bring the security guard. She climaxed,
leaving her juices dripping off of my chin, and not being able to
stand any more stimulation, she pulled me up to my feet and started
kissing her own nectar off of my face.

At that moment, we found ourselves standing in my timeless space. I
noticed the change, but I don't think Stephanie did. Without even a
break in momentum, she pulled me down to the floor, threw her leg over
me and impaled herself on my rigid cock. There was some resistance at
first as my cock slid into her tight pussy, but after she had gone up
and down on it a few times, it seemed to fit a little better. She sat
up on me, grinding her pelvis onto my groin, forcing my cock up into
her all the way then started thrusting her pelvis back and forth. At
this point it didn't matter how loud she moaned and groaned because
there was no one else there to hear her, and boy, did she let lose! It
wasn't long before her body started to tense up and start to quiver as
she approached another orgasm. I could feel her vaginal muscles
tighten around my stiff rod and the sensations caused me to blow my
nuts just as Stephanie let out a loud scream. She collapsed on me, her
body undulating in the aftershocks of her climax.

We lay there for awhile as I stroked my hands up and down her supple
body. When she regained some composure, she stirred and kissed me
again. "I sure wish my fiancée could do this," she said. "We never
seem to have time for good sex, with our careers and all. Always rush,
rush, rush."

"We can do this again any time you like."

"Ok, how about right now?" she said. "There's no rush."