Hanging With A Time Surfer

by Celine Chatillon

  Take that, cheating ex-husband!

  Free at last from the sorrow of betrayal, Shelby screamed as the explosive climax rocked her body in an endless ripple of tremors. Her arms flailing, her legs thrashing about the sheets, her performance should have scared off the average, virginal, sci-fi con geek. But Quentin seemed to eat it up.

  He rolled to his side and grinned. “Time surfers call that traveling without a time board. Was it a good trip?"

  Shelby pressed her hands against her red-hot cheeks. “Uh-huh. I can't recall ever having an out of body experience like that before."

  He kissed her tenderly on the forehead. “You must have married a regular cretin in the bedroom department. No wonder I heard your sighs in the corridors of time so well. Of course, I'm now permanently deaf from your shrieking."

  "Sorry. I didn't mean to..."

  "Yes, you did.” He put a finger to her mouth to hush her. “I was only kidding. Don't ever apologize for enjoying yourself. I have a feeling you've been holding back expressing yourself sexually for some time now. It didn't fit in too well with the successful businesswoman stereotype you were attempting to live up to. Well, it's time you unleashed the wild spirit within and have a good time."

  Shelby blinked back a tear. How could he have known? How did he figure out what she herself had only recently come to realize? That she and Graham had never experienced the warmth and intimacy they each craved because they had been preoccupied with advancing their careers.

  Like Quentin said, it was time to let the wild spirit out of her cage!

  Smiling, she took the finger pressed against her lips and began to suck on it deeply, pulling it toward back of her throat. His big brown eyes widened. She felt his hard on rubbing against her thigh. So ... sci-fi geeks enjoyed a little fellatio? She eased his boxers down and was rewarded by the most handsome saluting cock she had ever witnessed in her life. It stood tall and brave, proudly saluting her with a full red tip glistening with a drop of pre-cum.

  "You ever do this kind of thing before?” She tweaked his nipple as she repositioned them both in order to take him into her mouth.

  "Have sex?” He moaned. “Hmm, a few times—and I am vaccinated for every STD known to human kind and then some. I've had my anti-fertility shot so I'm safe—both ways."

  "Guys can get pregnant in the forty-second century?” Shelby didn't know what to make of it. The sci-fi geek act had gone on a bit longer than necessary. “It's okay if you're not all that experienced, Quentin. I'm not really that experienced, either. And I do have some condoms. I made Graham start using them after he didn't answer my questions about some of his out-of-town activities."

  "Very wise on your part. The HIV virus wasn't fully eradicated until 2145. There was a worldwide celebration that lasted weeks after the news broke.” He laughed. “V.A. or ‘Victory over AIDS Day’ I think it was called. What a good time everyone had!"

  Shelby stared hard at the naked sex god before her. He said those odd things like he really believed them and had witnessed them first hand. It was insane. But even more insane would be for her to not insist on his using a condom.

  "I understand why you don't believe a word I say, Shelby. We can take the necessary twenty-first century precautions. I want you to relax and enjoy the moment—over and over again."

  Her juices dripped like there was no tomorrow. Could she act impulsive just this once and plunge his perfect erection into her pussy without benefit of a condom and twist and turn on it until she milked him dry? She wrapped a hand around his cock and slowly began to pump. He moaned and tossed his head back against the pillow. Whatever differences forty-second century males possessed in the reproductive department, they obviously still enjoyed a good hand job.

  She bent to tongue the underside of his shaft and around the mushroom top and was rewarded with another lusty moan. His musky scent and salty-sweetness taste of him drove her to the brink of wantonness. She had never felt so slutty and so in charge of a sexual situation in her life. Emboldened, she plunged madly onward, taking him into her mouth and suckling him until she heard him whimper. She pulled back.

  "I'm not hurting you, am I?"

  ^"No, not at all. It's just that I've never experienced anything so wonderful before. The Diberian temple prostitutes of Regula Five are so brisk and business-like when they perform such a service for a penitent. I never knew just how beautiful it could be.” He sat up and caressed her cheek. “I guess it all depends on how beautiful the person who is doing the loving. You are so very beautiful and very desirable, Shelby Schwartz. I want to make love to you for all eternity."

  He pulled her lips to his and passionately kissed her. She sighed. No man had ever said anything so stirring, so intensely emotional to her before. Could it be she was Quentin's ‘chosen one'? Sci-fi nut with an odd habit of breaking into homes or not, could this geek be the guy for her?

  Her body answered her heart's plea. She straddled his pelvis and lowered her pussy onto his hard cock.

  "You can trust me, Shelby. I won't allow anything bad to happen to you—ever."

  "I ... I believe you, Quentin."

  She spread her nether lips wide with her fingers and slowly eased his length into her slick passage. His fullness stretched her cunt to its limits, momentarily surprising her with a stab of pain, but then the pleasure began to build as the tempo of his thrusts quickened, meeting the rhythm of her rocking hips. Pure bliss! She had never known such indescribable pleasure was possible.

  She slowly began to grind her hips in a circular motion. He grimaced at the intensity of the sensation, responding with ever-quickening strokes. Breathless, Shelby felt certain she'd pass out before she climaxed again.

  "You okay?” he asked, massaging her buttocks with each deep thrust. “I'll slow it down if you like."

  "Oh, no, I'm fine ... perfect.” She took a deep, ragged breath and tightened her cunt muscles about his thick shaft. “I feel like I'm flying."

  His throaty chuckle triggered the familiar tension low in her belly. “Wanna be the first woman on the moon without benefit of a rocket?"

  "Hmm, yes, please."

  Quentin grasped her hips tight in one hand and vigorously rubbed her clit with the other, all the while jackhammering his cock into her harder and faster and deeper. Suddenly the sky exploded in Technicolor swirls of light and color and rang with the heavenly music of angelic choirs. Shelby threw back her head and howled like a wolf serenading the moon as wave after wave of climaxes washed over her.

  Spent, she passed out onto his chest and sighed. “That was ... incredible."

  "Glad you liked it. Now, it's my turn."

  Gently he rolled Shelby to her back and positioned her at the edge of the bed. Shelby cooperated as best she could through the dizzying haze that clouded her senses, arching her back as he placed a pillow beneath her hips and lifted her legs high until her feet touched his shoulders. He gently stroked her clit and spread her labia open for penetration.

  "I want to ram my cock into your sweet pussy as deep as possible. Tell me to stop if it hurts, okay?"

  "No promises.” She giggled then smiled at his concerned look. “Don't worry. I'm not sure I've ever really had the pleasure, but I'm sure I'll love it. Fuck me as hard as you can, oh mysterious sci-fi geek from the forty-second century. Show me how talented real men from the future are, and I'll never want to return to this time period again."

  Grinning, Quentin eased his length into her until Shelby thought she'd split in two. He gripped her butt cheeks and massaged them, plunging his shaft deeper still. Then began the real thrill. He corkscrewed his hips while simultaneously pumping hard into her, his balls rhythmically smacking against her.

  Shelby shrieked and arched her back in response. The sheer ecstasy of her lover filling her completely and without restraint went beyond anything she'd ever imagined. To think she'd been missing all this while married to an idiot who freaked every time someone left the cap off the toothpaste tube—let alone when sex g
ot messy!

  "It's not too much, is it?” he asked between pants.

  "You're entirely ‘too much’ but I love it!” She squealed and he pounded her even harder. “Keep it up and I'll ... I'll ... Oh, dear Lord!"

  The spasm of her cunt muscles clenching tightly around his cock surprised her with its force. Her body became a shivering mass of Jell-O as her orgasm peaked—then peaked again and again. Her thighs locked about his hips as the blood rushed to her head and her stiff nipples, now rosy and flush with lust. Her piercing cries were only drowned out by Quentin's shouting of her name over and over as his quivering cock jettisoned his seed deep within her.

  The next thing Shelby knew it was five hours later. Groggily she sat up and gazed upon her sleeping lover. Whatever else this virile, sexy man was he definitely was a time traveler. Anyone who could blank her mind for hours on end with fantastic sex had to possess some kind of superhuman powers.

  Quentin rolled to his side and peeked open an eye. “Is it morning?"

  She shook her head. “No, it's just after midnight. My cousin Mel and her boyfriend are probably crawling out of bed now—or back into bed. They're a couple of horny night owls."

  "Really?” He yawned and grinned. “You rested enough? Wanna go another round?"

  Shelby tickled his taut stomach. “Just what kind of girl do you think I am?"

  He laughed. “A good one. A very good girl indeed."

  Pulling her back into his arms, he kissed her passionately. She felt the growing evidence of his desire hardening against her stomach and sighed. She'd never get enough of Quentin the geek with the wonderful bedroom technique.

  "Do you have to be anywhere tomorrow at a particular time?” she asked as they came up for air.

  "Time? No problem. I don't sweat keeping a calendar. If I'm late for an appointment I just..."

  "Travel backwards in time and arrive when you were supposed to originally,” she said, finishing his thought.

  "Exactly.” He chuckled, stroking her nipples until she began to wiggle in his clutches. “You don't have to do anything important tomorrow, do you?"

  "I should go into the office for a little while and let Sara know I'm going out of town for a while.” Shelby reached for his erection, cradling it in her palms while she worked her own kind of magic.

  "You're going out of town?"

  "Yes, I'm taking a long, overdue vacation. Want to travel with me? I'll pay for everything. It's no problem. I've got plenty of money."

  Quentin pulled himself up on his elbow and gazed intently into her face. “You're willing to travel with me—a complete stranger who claims he's from the future and who could very well be a raving lunatic?"

  Shelby nodded. “Sure, I'll travel with you. I think you'd agree we're not complete strangers anymore after tonight.” She squirmed with delight as he wriggled a finger against her aching clit. “Oh! Stop that! You'll make a fascinating travel companion I can tell, both in and out of the bedroom."

  He flashed a lust-filled leer and winked. “I guarantee it."

  "Why should I deprive myself of companionship?” It all made sense to Shelby now. “My soon-to-be ex never deprived himself of companionship while he was traveling for business. And this trip will be purely for pleasure—mine as well as yours."

  "Hmm, fantastic."

  She began to lick and nibble his nipples. Soon they stood as hard and firm as his cock did in her hands. “What do you say? You want to go on a trip with me?"

  He nodded. “Definitely. Allow me to write the itinerary. I know of a few exotic locales you've never even heard of.” He slid a finger into her cunt and stroked her g-spot until she practically toppled over in ecstasy. “I assure you that you'll find them quite educational."

  Shelby gasped, fighting hard to keep her mind focused on the conversation. “Educational? Sounds good to me."

  Moments later she learned yet another lesson in how Quentin could pleasure her as yet another series of climaxes overwhelmed her. She collapsed into his embrace, luxuriating in his warmth and nearness.

  "Ready for traveling?” he teased.

  Cradled in his arms, she sighed. “Give me a couple of days to say good-bye to my cousin and my employees, then I'll be ready to go on our little trip. Is that okay?"

  He kissed her tenderly on the forehead. “That will be fine."

  "By the way, what kind of clothes will I need to pack?"

  "Clothes? Clothes?” Quentin arched an ebony eyebrow. He spread her legs wide with his hand to receive his massive erection once again. “Who said anything about needing clothes where we're going?"

  Chapter Three

  "Couldn't stay away, eh?” The bass chuckle reverberated throughout the seemingly empty spacecraft behind the hulking form blocking the hatchway. “I knew you'd be back, but so soon? The party doesn't begin until tonight. Come on in anyway."

  The towering behemoth's gold-flecked eyes seem to blaze with an inner hell to match his outer one. With chocolate toned skin, powerful build and a strong, jutting jaw, he was always a favorite with the ladies. Why his fellow rogue agent couldn't bother to dress most of the time was a mystery to Quentin. Clothing wasn't a necessary evil in a carefully temperature controlled spaceship of the forty-second century, but it did indicate that a host—especially a seven foot tall host—cared enough not to continually wave his wedding tackle in front of his guests’ faces.

  "It's not quite what you think.” Quentin pocketed his time device and crossed over the threshold. “I just needed a safe spot to surf to before I headed back out along the same time stream. It pays to keep the Time Cops guessing by doubling back on your time line, as I'm sure you well know."

  "Intimately. I've been playing their dirty little games for eons now. Would you like a drink?” The giant strolled across the wide-open chamber to a well-stocked bar in the back and grabbed himself a mug from a rack overhead. “I got the best Rigellian ale on tap."

  Quentin shook his head, scanning the satin-lined walls and plush sofas and chaise lounges for hints of the last debauchery. Nothing. Excellent cleaning crew his host employed. “No thanks. I'm only going to be a minute and then I think I'll head back to where I was, only a day or two later. That's usually the safest bet not to run into yourself."

  The giant poured himself a gold-green ale and took a long sip before replying. “Yes, do play it safe, please. I hate the thought of all this hard work I've put into stealing and dealing in time-pirated artifacts to go to waste. You wouldn't believe the price I had to pay for some of the components of this expanded time dampening field. Highway robbery!"

  Quentin smirked. “You've picked up a few anachronistic expressions in your travels as well I see."

  "Unfortunately I have.” His host downed his ale and leveled an earth-shattering burp that rattled the bottles and glasses on the shelves behind him. “Good stuff. I always knew this ship would come in handy for others as well as myself some day. I'm thinking of charging for the service—or would that keep people from showing up at my parties?"

  Quentin laughed. “Highly doubtful. When people hear about the sheer numbers and the variety of ... guests ... they'll pay a mint to get in. The added bonus of the TRA not knowing where your Sin City rests is just icing on the cake."

  "A mint? Sin City? Icing on the cake?"

  "More anachronistic clichés I picked up somewhere about the twentieth century. I specialized in that era at the academy you may recall."

  "And my specialty was classical civilizations. How could I forget?” The giant laid his mug on the counter and placed an arm around Quentin's shoulders. “But let's not bring up our past mistakes, Quentin, my boy. Tell me what all you've been up to besides running from the law."

  * * * *

  "You're going where? With who?"

  Shelby sighed and crossed her arms. She knew her cousin would protest her traveling with a stranger, but damn it! She was an adult. She could do as she liked and travel anywhere and with anyone she wanted.

  "Q
uentin. His name is Quentin. I met him at ... a sci-fi convention a few years ago before I met Graham.” The lie slipped easily from her lips. There certainly was no need to worry Mel by saying the guy had suddenly materialized inside her locked home and claimed to come from the future. “Quentin and I hooked up the other day, and it was just like old-times."

  "And you always made me think I was the odd duck of the family.” Melynda tossed her paintbrush aside and tugging off her splattered paint shirt. “I forgot you had this thing for Doctor Who. Sylvester McCoy, no less! Most people are hot for David Tennant's Doctor these days, you know."

  "Yes, I know. I like Sly because he's not a giant—he's more like me. His outfit with the question mark sweater and raincoat are cool, too."

  Melynda shook her head and crossed over to her painting studio's refrigerator. Stashed between the rolls of film she stored for her photographer boyfriend Val Drakul, Shelby knew Mel kept her supply of junk food—Pepsi and Twinkies.

  "Wanna snack?"

  "No thanks.” Shelby inched toward the studio door and escape. Down the four flights of stairs from the attic room in the Falstaff Lofts and she'd be on her way to paradise with her hunky new beau.

  "Tell me more about this Quentin person,” Mel mumbled between bites of snack cake and swigs of soda. “Tell me he's not an ax murderer, or I'll go tell your mom."

  Shelby frowned. “You wouldn't."

  "Yes, I would. Someone's gotta look out for you. You did the same for me last year after my divorce. Consider it a return favor."

  Her cousin was right. She shouldn't just up and leave town without one of her family members knowing her plans. “Okay, I'll tell you. He's a world traveler and knows a lot of interesting spots that aren't on the map."

  "A globe-trekker, huh? Sounds fascinating. But why should you trust him? Maybe he's after your money. You can't be so gullible to think that some guys won't go after you because of your wealth, Shel."

  Grrr! Why did Melynda have to act so damn rational today? Usually Melynda was the sexy, green Orion slave woman to Shelby's logical Mr. Spock.