Timestopper Begins Ch. 16

Chapter 16 - Tea time with Cindy

I had always got on well with my neighbours, Cindy and Carson, they were so easy to chat to and Cindy was even a little flirtatious sometimes: which was nice! What they had no idea, but it was something I was very well aware of, was just how friendly I had got with them. I knew what they looked like naked, had sucked the milk from Cindy's big lactating breasts, had seen them engaged in intercourse, had seen Carson erect, had even handled his erection and moreover had fucked Cindy quite a few times. If you have a pretty neighbour you might well contemplate what sex with her would be like; you might even be thinking just that whilst you chatted away to her at the front of the house or over the garden fence: but with me I could go from thought to reality on the moment or, more likely, pop around later for some out of time sex. It was often easiest to wait for the tell tale noises through the wall and then nip around and join them in bed.

Being next door meant Cindy was incredibly convenient: not that I did not wander further afield in search of 'relaxation.' Going to see work colleagues tended to require a certain planning. Finding out if, say Amanda was going to be 'in' on an evening by casual enquiry along the lines of, 'got anything on this evening?' Or perhaps the less double entendre of 'anything interesting planned for the evening?' All this required preparation and forethought whereas, by and large, Cindy was going to be in and available on demand next door. My intercourse with them was not only sexual, after all they knew nothing about that activity, and normal neighbourly relations went on just as before and I still got invited around on occasion. I even got asked if I would like to hold the baby.

One weekend afternoon I had invited Cindy and Carson around for tea. I had even baked a cake - yes me! It perhaps shows just how in need of a girlfriend or wife I was! But with my recent transformation to TMP or, rather, TSM I felt a lot less need and thought a girlfriend might rather cramp my style and new found fun. The despondency I felt as I crossed the blasted heath when I had been, seemingly, struck by lightning had long left me.

Nice to see them both; they were fun to be with after all and, ignoring the other fun I had with them (well Cindy really, but I did not find it a turn off to see them both at 'it') I liked being with them As I sat them down and Cindy bounced little Katy on her knee, a knee just appearing from under a rather nice orange cotton dress, and she talked about this and that - well Katy mostly - my mind drifted back two evenings when I had very much seen them at 'it,' or playing with each other, anyway. It had been a busy day in the office and I had wanted to go to bed early but had felt a bit, well you know, like it would be nice to feel a woman before bed! So I had popped next door 'on spec.'

They could have been washing up, watching TV, doing the accounts or something. What they were actually doing was taking a bath but when I looked in they were not just sitting together in the bath. Hardly! There was Cindy sitting on the corner of the bath, one leg going one way and one going the other with Carson in the bath with his head right between her thighs, tongue probably inside her and his eyes looking up at her. Cindy looked fantastic with her big, milk swollen breasts complete with her big nipples; she was playing with one and her pretty face had a real look of sexual pleasure on it: yes, it did look like Carson was doing just the right thing! And down below there was her plump shaven mons, her little crack and even her dear little clitoral hood poking up just below Carson's nose

This was a good sight, a couple playing in the bath. Could I watch what happened out of time? A bathroom does not really give much opportunity for concealment does it? You can hardly hide behind a towel. It would all have been so much easier if the couple had just invited me around to join them - but that was hardly likely. Very neighbourly, though three in a bath would certainly be a squash. I would not only have to be very friendly with Cindy but Carson as well! I'd have to mind where I sat! How nice to take my turn with Cindy - clearly by his erection Carson was enjoying the experience.

The door was in the wrong place for me to spy through the crack; I could certainly start time and just watch and Carson would not have seen me but Cindy was looking straight in my direction; there was not even an airing cupboard for me to climb into. The conclusion: I could not watch live action. Bother!

What I could do was touch and feel - certainly Cindy's marvellous breasts. All wet from the bath, shiny and plump with milk. Had Carson sucked from her nipples before descending to suck her somewhere else? As I had done so often before I sucked on her free nipple and was rewarded by drawing milk from her - so fresh and sweet - girl milk direct from the source. With my free hand I unzipped and brought out my cock. What a lucky girl - two erections in her bathroom! Nice to suck warm milk and wank at the same time.

Do you like a nightcap? Is your choice a wee dram of whisky, a cup of cocoa, Ovaltine or perhaps a mug of hot milk?

The idea of hot milk before bed seems terribly old fashioned to me - or at least had seemed terribly old fashioned - Victorian or certainly 1950s. But there is a world of difference between heating up the milk from the 'fridge in a milk saucepan on the stove and taking it at body temperature straight from a young mother's nipples! Old fashioned, maybe! Easy enough to imagine the bewhiskered Victorian gentleman doing the same - they were not was all as straight laced as is imagined - perhaps to a servant girl unfortunately got into the 'family way' but kindly kept on by the master of the house subject to certain 'conditions' the lady of the house hardly needed to know about! Nice to imagine her sitting on his knee, her breasts brought out and his whiskers tickling her breasts as he sucked.

I stepped back licking my lips and let my clothes fall to the floor. It struck me I might as well take my bath straightaway rather than waiting until I got home; might as well take it with my out of time couple. I settled in at the tap end, though there was only just enough room behind the kneeling Carson. And what an unusual view I had of him! An eye level view of his hairy arse as clear as anything and between his thighs his hanging scrotum. Well, men have arses just as much as women. Up above and over the top of him I could see Cindy and her breasts - a much more pleasing view really. Looking at Carson's arse brought Emily to mind. Was that surprising.? Well, her brown rosebud looked much the same but, let's be brutally honest, much more attractively framed. Sorry Carson! The thought came that I should visit Emily again and her accommodating rectum.

A strange little tableau to look at as I washed.

Washed and dried I went back to Cindy. Of course she had not moved one bit - time had paused. They would both have moved a lot had they found me in the bath behind them! There was Carson still working away with his tongue somewhere very interesting and his eyes looking up at Cindy. My finger found her slit and ran down it to touch his nose as I began wanking again.

I could have waited for them to go to bed or perhaps caught Cindy unawares as she bent over in the bath or whilst drying, but bed beckoned - I had had my nightcap after all. Nice just to look at the scene and wank; nice to stare at Cindy's breasts; nice actually to just come over them; yes, just to carry on and come; yeah, that feeling as your balls are drawn up and then splat, splat, splat all over Cindy. Crumbs to have started time at that moment as I was coming! Carson staring wide eyed in disbelief from his cunnilingus position down below as my ejaculation shot (hopefully impressively) from my erection high above him onto his wife.

Nice to see a girl you fancy with your cum on her. Nice to see it hanging from a nipple, elongating and falling... oops, sorry Carson! Strange, actually, to see something moving that wasn't me. I presumed there was some sort of residual TS in my own ejaculation. Nice actually to bend down to Cindy and take her nipple in my mouth again and suck and experience the salty sweet mix of my cum and her milk. Kinky? I should think so!

"Well neighbours, that's my contribution done for the evening, I'd better leave you to it and I do mean 'it' you know!"

I could not quite leave them like that - not with all that cum on Cindy, nice as it looked on her, (and I could not really leave it on Carson's nose either!). A bit of judicious clearing up and then I picked up my clothes and went home and, probably, before they were out of the bath I was sound asleep in my bed.

"She is a bonny little lass", I said realising I had missed the thread of the conversation during my reverie. I had not a clue what Cindy had just said, "shall I get the tea?"

I had made the cake, even some egg and cress sandwiches - I have a penchant for them - but, would you believe it, I was virtually out of milk. How could I have overlooked that? I poured the little milk I had in the 'fridge into the milk jug - oh yes, I do possess a proper tea set, Royal Doulton actually - and even topped it up with a bit of water from the tap.

Back in my lounge with the tea tray I poured the milk with my cup last and not very much watery milk went into it at all. The tea followed, pouring golden and fragrant from the teapot. I use Twinings' Darjeeling. The conversation flowed, sandwiches were eaten, Katy fed. Always a little difficult with breast feeding in knowing quite where to look but actually young mothers are very adept at getting baby latched on with hardly a flash of nipple.

"I hope Katy does not disturb you with her crying."

"No, not at all - well rarely, if I am to be extra honest!"

"Or the bed knocking on the wall," giggled Cindy.

Carson looked uncomfortable.

"No, not at all - well rarely anyway..."

Laughter but Carson looked really uncomfortable! Clearly he did not like his wife mentioning their sexual activity. If he only knew the half of it! Just how much I knew about that - and still more how much I was involved in the knocking!

By the time cake was cut Katy was in her carry cot fast asleep and Cindy' breasts had been tucked away; the trouble, though, was I was out of milk and nipping out to the convenience store was rather going to interrupt things (about ten minutes in time or more if there was a queue at the check out - I suppose I could have gone there and stolen the milk out of time but TMP is there to uphold the law and not engage in the sort of felonious activities of a master criminal like The Joker or The Penguin. You can just see them plotting to steal a carton of milk in a rather unusual way can't you?).

I had been increasingly coming to a workaround on the milk problem as the time for a second cup of tea approached. From Cindy and Carson's point of view nothing happened except that the milk jug suddenly had milk in it again: yes, one moment empty, the next half full and surprisingly frothy as if just freshly poured. I do not think they actually noticed that but certainly there was some surprise in me being able to pour the milk. They must have registered it was empty.

And empty it was until they were not looking in my direction and I did my remarkable time stop thing. How nice to be able to pause time; stand up, wander across to my pretty neighbour and undo the buttons on her dress, one, two, three. No more undoing actually needed as I was not planning on anything coital just then. Well, it would not actually have been difficult to do more had I been minded. All I would have needed to do was draw the low table with the tea things on a little further out of the way, pull Cindy down the settee a bit, slip my hands up inside her dress and pull her panties off, take a pleasing look at her hairless sex, apply lubrication (if necessary and quite fun to do anyway) and slip in and do the coital thing. It would have been amusing to see her feeling a little squidgy down there afterwards inside the replaced panties. Amusing, if she was not already squidgy.

You see, I had not planned anything coital just then but that did not mean I did not feel inside her panties and I had been rather surprised to find her actually squidgy in her panties; yes as my fingers delved I found the liquid stickiness of a man's semen already there. It made me wonder why she and Carson had done 'it' just before coming around to see me. Had they had a nap after lunch and woken up and copulated or, instead, with Cindy all ready in the hall, putting finishing touches to her makeup, had Carson suddenly come up behind her, pulled her panties down and fucked her. I could imagine her saying "not now, you randy sod" and that she'd now have to go and shower. But Carson, pulling her panties up having done his manly thing, saying 'No, you can go next door like that. I like the idea of my wife sitting all full of my cum round at his. He fancies you, you know!"

I sure do! And it was tempting to do what Carson had done, yes, nice to think of her sitting there suddenly all extra squidgy - yeah, really 'loaded up.' Very tempting to have pulled that orange dress up, pulled off her panties and pushed in.

But sexual intercourse was not my object of the moment though fondling Cindy's breasts did rather bring the idea to mind. Fondling was one thing but I needed her big breasts to do a job for me. Practised as I was, it was not too difficult for me to get Cindy expressing. Careful pushing and lovely fresh milk was soon squirting away into the milk jug. The sound exquisite.

I stopped before it was too full. I reasoned they might notice if the jug was suddenly completely full - brimming with girl milk, fresh and frothy! But that did not mean I should not have a little suck on each of Cindy's swollen nipples and so I did!

Time restarted and there we all were about to have a slice of cake.

"More tea Cindy? More tea Carson?"

They both looked, as I said, a little surprised as the milk was poured but said nothing. The golden tea splashed in from the teapot. A little different to the palate but certainly very refreshing. I watched Carson take a sip and back came my thought that he had not actually tried Cindy's milk. Well he had now!

Difficult to imagine really, a man not trying his wife's milk. Given Cindy's tendency to be too full it was a bit unfair - not that I was not pleased to help, you appreciate.

You can also appreciate I went around to see them that evening. I had got quite worked up just watching Cindy in her nice dress and well, drinking her milk as well, I needed release and release with her. I waited to see if there was any of the bed knocking Cindy had described - and there was!

A darkened bedroom this time as I settled down on a bedroom chair to restart time and listen. Nice to listen to my neighbours having a pleasant time, the kissing, the giggling and the moaning. Unbelievable really that I was actually sitting in their bedroom listening whilst they had sexual intercourse. I was as naked as they, of course, and so pleasant to stroke my erection as I listened.

"Ooh Carsie, that was nice, I feel really fucked. Have you come? How do you want to?"

"From behind?"

"All right, if you want."

Movement in the bed as presumably Cindy got up on all fours and Carson got into position. Well, that was something I had to feel. Yes, my hand up under the bedclothes and there they were, Cindy in the classic doggy position and Carson covering her. A big double bed so there was easily room for three. And how did I get in? Well, I slipped in on my back sideways across the bed and facing upwards so that I could get my face right under Cindy's hanging breasts. Can you imagine the delight of sliding yourself across the sheets into the warmth of a bed and finding brushing across your face a pair of hanging nipples and all I had to do was reach with my lips and suck? And of course the milk flowed. Naturally how nice to have done all that with the co-operation of the couple. Cindy saying nice things about what I was doing and perhaps a hand firmly grasping my erection ( and hoping it was Cindy's!) as Carson fucked away at Cindy.

But it was all very close to reality - albeit out of time. There I was with them in bed, in the warm, slightly damp feel of a lovers' bed with the very clear scent of arousal around me. And as I sucked on Cindy's nipples and drank her sweet milk I could feel around. Feel Cindy's hairless little snatch, her mons, her wet little clit and the firm manly hardness of Carson at the point his erection entered his wife and his slack, wobbly balls hanging free - all very slippery with his wife's excitement. Amazing just how far sexual excitement can run. So funny to feel them like that - all wet and slippery in my hand from Cindy's lubrication - and his firm shaft leading my fingers back to her wet softness. The human sexual organs joined, wet and slippery to the touch, in coitus.

I was by this time in my development as a time stopper getting used to feeling cocks - hard or soft. It is a necessary thing, something I am no longer squeamish about. Sometimes they have to be handled to be removed to let me replace them with my own. Later they may need reinserting to recreate the position of the couple before time stopped. It is not unpleasant pushing another man's cock into a woman. It had certainly been more than amusing doing that with the wrong girls in the case of the irritating walkers - yes Nathan, Wayne and the other one. Already I had been noting their variation though Carson's seemed to be one I was handling more than most. Well, Cindy clearly appreciated his penis and I certainly appreciated Cindy so had nothing bad to say about Carson's member!

Nice to feel around Cindy whilst she was actually being fucked. It was all so close to hand and open to my exploring hand, how soft and wet she was and pleasing to feel just how she was being invaded by that very male fleshy pole. Particularly nice as I knew I was going to be doing just the same a little later. Nice to move and slip my head right under not just the copulating couple but Cindy's sex. There I was right between her thighs, above me her sex - and of course Carson's cock and dangling items. It was hot, a little airless with scent of damp sex coming to my nostrils. How lovely to have been part of the fun, Cindy's lips descending to slip over my cock as I raised my lips to her slit and my tongue tickled her clit. I raised my head and whilst I did kiss Cindy's sweet little sex I also found a pair of hanging testes damp on my nose!

It would, of course, have been nice to have let time flow but they would certainly have noticed - just a bit! Conceivably I could have knelt by the bed and felt the motion of intercourse, actually carried on with my intimate touching, felt Cindy's sex as she was inseminated and just possibly each would have thought my hand was the other's. But it was all a bit risky. Instead I retired to my chair as Carson continued to bang away at her from the rear.

"Carsie, leave my breasts alone will you. They're a bit sore now. I don't know if it is little Katie or you've chewed them a bit too much. My nipples feel sore."

Had I overdone it? Had I been a bit rough with those swollen knobs? Was I a bit more of a handful than little Katie?

Perhaps she was fondling his balls as well to make him cum but the mention of sore nipples seemed to do the trick with Carson. A bit of frantic bed creaking, which I would not have missed next door, and it was clear he was cumming. And unbeknown to them there I was sitting just across the room, cock at the ready, to carry on where he left off.