Time stands still

Time stands still Time stands still

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Browsing the shops in the Lanes of Brighton, I came across a beautiful antique watch. The shopkeeper told me the watch had found me, and to take advantage of its properties whenever I needed to. I thanked her, thinking her a dotty kind of woman, not realising what it could do...

Summary

Browsing the shops in the Lanes of Brighton, I came across a beautiful antique watch. The shopkeeper told me the watch had found me, and to take advantage of its properties whenever I needed to. I thanked her, thinking her a dotty kind of woman, not realising what it could do...

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Submitted: July 22, 2013

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Submitted: July 22, 2013

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I fastened the buttons on my blouse, and picked up my skirt, looking at my watch- twenty minutes before I met the girls in town.  Greg stood by the bedroom door, pouting.

“C’mon, babe, just five minutes…”

“Listen, I know your five minutes will only take thirty seconds, but I’m not going to be late- not even for a quick shag”.

He looked hurt.  He moved behind me, wrapping his arms around me, his lips on my neck.  “Let me go down on you now, give you a reason to rush back early and jump my bones.  You don’t even have to take your knickers off…”

He gave a compelling argument.We’d both been working hard lately and the bedroom had become a no-sex zone.  I could certainly do with an orgasm right now.

I put the skirt over the back of the chair. “You have four minutes; make ‘em count…”

“Babe, you know it…”

I lay back on the bed; Greg knelt between my legs, his face close to my pussy, his fingers pulling the cotton of my knickers to one side, exposing my bare slot.  His warm breath made my skin flush in anticipation.  Greg’s tongue poked out between his lips, and he licked my outer labia slowly.  His tongue almost penetrated my opening before sliding up towards my clit hood.His fingers made soft contact with my skin, and I could feel his bristles rough but not unpleasant against the top of my thighs as he began to make me wetter.

Greg knew his way around down there, his tongue and lips taking control of me, I could feel the tingle starting inside me, from my tummy down.  My nipples responded,  hard against my bra.  I slid one hand inside my blouse and shifted the bra up, so I could touch myself.  Fingers kneading my breast, pinching and pulling at my aroused nipple.

Greg’s lips closed around my clit, and his tongue darted out to flick it as it engorged under his touch.  He slid one finger inside me, slowly, his knuckle hard against the base of my pussy.  Palm up, his finger pressed against the sensitive spot.  I could feel the slick wetness soaking my knickers. 

I looked at my watch, damn, where did the time go!  I had to make a move.  I ran my hand over the face of the watch, wishing for more time…

“Babe, you know it…”

I jumped.  Looking down, Greg was taking his place between my legs, his face close, pulling my knickers to one side.  What was happening?Déjà vu?  But I felt close to orgasm.  Greg’s tongue on my skin, he started to lick my labia.  I knew he’d done this not five minutes ago, but it was almost like he’d just started.  Familiar feelings bubbled inside me.  His tongue pushed teasingly into me, just a millimetre, then ran up to my clit hood.  He looked up, almost surprised at the speed at which I appeared aroused.His face was already wet from my juices.  I felt his finger gently probing me, his hand turn so his knuckle pressed against the base of my pussy, as he turned his palm upwards and pressed his finger against my g-spot.

My head raced.  Surely déjà vu wasn’t that strong?  I was soaking wet, a lot closer to orgasm that I’d normally be at this stage of Greg’s tonguing me.I lifted my arm, trying to casually look at my watch.  It was as if time had stood still!  Greg took my clit in his mouth, gently biting down as his tongue flicked against the hard nub.  I could feel my orgasm build.  My hand strayed to the watch, my eyes closed as I gave myself to Greg.  My fingers brushed the face of the watch….

“Babe, you know it…”

I had no idea what was happening, and neither did Greg.  Almost as his face reached my pussy I came, my lower body bucking hard, almost knocking him from the bed.  My knickers were soaked, dripping wet.  I scuttled backwards on the bed, apologising as I went.

“Greg, sorry, that was… look, I don’t know… I need to change… “I waffled on, Greg looking perplexed. 

 I ran into the bathroom, pulling the sodden garment off, grabbing a flannel and turning on the hot tap.  I freshened myself up.  I looked in the mirror, my face flushed, very post-orgasmic, as the girls would no doubt notice.  I remembered the woman in the small antique shop where I’d bought my watch-  she told me the watch had chosen me.  Maybe when I needed more time it had the power to gift it to me.

I went back into the bedroom, taking a fresh pair of knickers from the drawer, putting first them, then my skirt on.  Greg still looked bemused.  I kissed him, passionately, tasting myself on his lips.

“Listen, I won’t be back late.  I promise, we’ll take our time, ok?”  I headed out of the door.

I took a look at my watch, not daring to touch it.  Not yet, anyway, but later, with Greg, I’d see just how much time we could play with. 

 


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