Bracken

I paused in my descent and sat on a fallen tree trunk and looked down. Below me the higgledy-piggledy patchwork of peg-tiled roofs showed richly burnt orange in the light from the sun now reaching close to the western horizon. The trees and fields around the village were emerald green in the late evening sun and the stream running through the village caught the rays and reflected them back making it seem like a thread of silver woven through the homes of the village.

I had arrived late afternoon after collecting my car following my morning's walk. Parking the car I had soon discerned "Honeysuckle Cottage," the scent of its name reaching me before I'd turned the corner and spied its name written in white on a black nameboard. This was not one of those mis-named cottages, given a name for no real reason, On the contrary, Honeysuckle climbed in profusion over its front and up and over the garden fence to its side. I paused time, it's a knack I have, and tried the front door and found it open. Stepping into the cool of the hall I looked around the old cottage. On the hall table was a visitor's register but next to the telephone was what I'd hoped to find, the booking register. A Keith Llewelyn was booked for Room 3, a double for that evening. This was presumably Keith and Vicky. Keys were set out ready on the hall table. No. 3 was there but pulling open a drawer I found a spare. It cannot be uncommon for guests to forget to return keys and spares are needed. As usual the key ring not only had a room key but also a front door key. Taking this spare I went upstairs to inspect their room. The white painted door to room 3 opened into a charming and quite large bedroom with window overlooking the garden. I admired the pretty garden with the honeysuckle climbing through and over the fence to the side.

Leading off from the bedroom was a shower-room, again quite large and with one of those corner showers with the curved sliding glass doors. Returning to the bedroom I noted a door in the wall opposite the bed. Opening its door I found it was a cupboard set out as a wardrobe with coat hangers. A useful place for an interested observer to conceal himself. Ventilation holes had been bored through the door conveniently at eye level affording a commanding view of the bed.

Sitting on the fallen tree trunk on the hillside I could see Honeysuckle Cottage below. As I sat in the sunshine, musing on my inspection of Honeysuckle Cottage, into view came Keith and Vickie at the end of their day's walk. It had, I suspected, been a longer walk than they had expected and they would be tired. I visualised helping Vickie into a hot bath and rubbing her tired limbs to relax them from their exertions. Helping her from the bath I would lay her on the bed, and pat her dry before massaging her legs with scented oil (Sandalwood perhaps). I could imagine her moaning gently and her legs slowly separating to reveal her golden hair framed pink slit ready with its own oil. My hand would slide ever higher....

With a start I ended my daydream, there were more real matters awaiting my attention in the village. I stood up, adjusted my daydream risen penis, and continued down to the village. Stopping time I walked up and into the cottage and let myself into Room 3. Vickie was slumped on the bed, green skirt ruffled up hands frozen in the act of massaging her thighs. Keith was not immediately visible but a quick glance found him in the shower-room already naked in the process of turning on the shower. I assisted Vickie by gently massaging her thighs before entering the cupboard to see what they would do.

"Come on Vickie, let's shower,"

I watched as she got off the bed and slowly began to strip off her clothes. She unbuttoned her shirt and dropped it onto the bed, reaching behind her she unclipped her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts jiggled interestingly as her shorts followed onto the floor before she disappeared into the shower room. I waited a short while and then quietly let myself out of the cupboard and edged round to look into the shower room. The shower was on and through the glass and steam I could make out two pink bodies. Arms and hands were moving and my suspicion was they were mutually soaping each other and rubbing away the aches of the day. My penis rose and I decided to join them. This should, of course, have rather surprised them when I pulled back the glass doors and stepped in, but in fact they showed no alarm or, indeed, any emotion at all.

Stopping time does have odd effects. Not surprisingly really, as it is not really a very natural occurrence. The water does not keep coming out of the shower rose, rather the droplets of water are suspended in the air. My stepping in resulted in some droplets attaching to me as I brushed against them but they were not replaced by others. I was not going to get very wet as all the water there would be in the cubicle whilst time was stopped was already in the air of the shower cubicle. I could have entered fully clothed and not got more than a little damp but that would rather have missed the point of my being there in the first place.

There was not a lot of room for me as well as the two original occupants. Vickie was facing outwards, legs apart with Keith, back to the shower doors, engaged in soaping her breasts. Suds of soap ran down her tummy over her belly button and, as a rivulet, into her pubic hair. The water had slicked her curls back against her skin revealing her pink slit like a younger girl's. Her hands were not grasped around Keith's penis, as it seemed to me they so often were, but were soaping his chest and, yes, between finger and thumb of her right hand she had pinched one of Keith's nipples. Clearly this was appreciated as Keith's penis was fully erect, foreskin retracted and ready for use. So too was mine. I looked around for the soap and then realised that Vickie was being playful again. I did not know this type of soap was still made but there in the shower was, a "soap on a rope." These are a rather perculiar idea, dating pre shower-gel. A round ball of soap has the ends of a longish loop of soft cotton rope embedded in it allowing it to be hung around the neck so the soap is easily available or from a hook when not in use. Failing a hook the rope could be hung from any protruding feature and that is what playful Vickie had done. Looped over Keith's upward pointing spike was the rope and down below his balls hung the soap. I lifted the rope off Keith and hung it around Vickie's neck so it nestled between her breasts. I rubbed the wet soap onto my hands and slid them over Vickie's breasts and pulled at her erect little nipples. I added more soap to my hands and rubbed more of her body before returning up her body again to her nipples. The slippery feel of her beautiful breasts was exciting, I nosed my penis forward into her pink slit and gently moved the end in and out by only about an inch. Putting my arm around the back of her to steady her I pressed my body against hers causing my penis to slip right between her legs, not into her but along the length of her sex between the lips. Her mouth was half open and I gently kissed her pushing my tongue into her mouth and flicking her tongue. This is a difficulty with sex out of time. There is no response. Vickie's tongue did not move, her body did not squirm against mine, I did not receive a slap on my face. It is close to masturbation really, perhaps it is a half way house between the real and the solitary thing. It is certainly enjoyable, indeed very enjoyable and there is no hurry or indeed worry about satisfying your partner. Nonetheless there is something missing.

As I held Vickie my hand traced a soapy, slippery path down her backbone to where the crack of her bottom started. I let my index finger slip into the divide and slowly let it slide further and further down, the palm of my hand sliding over her soft buttock until my finger was resting on the wrinkled orifice of her back passage. I gently pushed my soapy finger in. It slipped in easily and with a steady push I made my way up the smooth sided tube past my knuckle until all my finger was in. I pulled my finger most of the way out and then pushed in again and began a regular in out movement synchronised with the rhythm of my penis sliding along her sex. I bent my knees and pushed up into her. With my finger in her bottom I could feel my penis through the thin separating membranes. I kept up this gentle in and out movement both with my penis and my finger in her bottom for some time, stopping for a few moments if I felt I was about to come. It was tempting to ejaculate but I held off. I was also very tempted to see if I could insert my penis into Vickie's bottom but this would have been hard to achieve with her standing, I would have had to turn Vickie around and move Keith and it would be difficult to get both of them back in their pre-arrested time positions afterwards so they noticed nothing amiss. This was even less likely given Vickie would suddenly feel a sore anus and most likely discover the oozing semen. Not something she would easily explain away to herself!

Withdrawing my digits, I lifted the soap on a rope off and over Vickie's neck and replaced it carefully on Keith's penis. I left the shower, closing the doors. Picking up my clothes I returned to my vantage point at the door. Starting time, I watched as the mutual soaping continued. When Vickie's hand went to the handle of the cubicle door I quickly ducked back into the bedroom and into my cupboard.

A few minutes later Vickie came into the room wearing a white towel around her waist but with her chest bare. With another towel she towelled her hair dry, arms above her head, breasts jiggling. Keith came into my view from his shower. Clearly Vickie's half naked state pleased him as much as it did me. His drooping penis, that had been pointing towards the floor, pulsed upwards regaining its prominence. Keith went down on his knees in one fluid movement and popped his head up and under Vickie's towel. Vickie gasped as his tongue evidently made contact with her soft and intimate areas. Her hands moved up to her breasts and began stroking her nipples with little flicks of her fingers. This image was very exciting to me standing naked in the cupboard my penis just touching the wooden door panel in from of me as I peered through the air holes.

Gradually Vickie sank back onto the bed behind her, spreading her legs and letting the towel slip away from her. Keith rose, exposing her open blond bush to my gaze, and eased himself on top of her. From my vantage point I could not actually see him enter her but it was clear to me penetration had occurred as her legs came up and round his back and her feet clasped him to her. I watched his bottom moving up and down as he pushed in and out of her: she pulling him to her with the pressure of her locked legs. The missionary position does not provide as good spectator sport as other positions but nonetheless the progress of the coupling could easily be gauged. It would not be long before they came.

With a series of gasps both parties reached the desired climax and movement slowed to a stop. I, of course, was now very anxious to join in and once more insert myself into Vickie, but needed a suitable opportunity.

As I had hoped, after a while Keith rolled to one side, his almost flaccid penis coming wetly out of his girl and flopping on to his thigh. I stopped time and stepped from my concealment, my penis at the ready. Vickie was lying, looking amazingly vulnerable, with her thighs still wide spread, blond bush open and knees crooked. The recent activity had left her sex open and relaxed. With my finger I traced round her wet outer lips pausing to rub her prominent clitoris. I swirled my finger closer in and once more felt the warm wetness of her sex. Leaning forward I lay down on top of her and slowly pushed myself into her and resumed the in and out motion I had practiced with her in the shower. Pushing myself upwards I began massaging her breasts as I continued me strokes. Her nipples were still hard and erect. Feeling myself about to come I slowed and let myself just gently push in and out. I kept this up for some time savouring the moment but, one rub too many, I passed the point of no return and spasmed into Vickie once more.

Opening my eyes, I lay there for a little while gazing at her pretty face paused like a snapshot, a photograph in a magazine. Withdrawing, I stood up and re-arranged Vickie in about the position she had been and returned to my point of concealment.

"Oooh I just love sex," said Vickie, "I tingle all over and feel warm and full." Her hand stretched out and rested on Keith's penis. "You big bull with your big cock, it's so soft now I love it, love it." With one fluid movement she was on her knees and drew the whole of Keith's penis into her mouth. "Mmmmm," she let the penis slip from her lips, "You and me, to suck and taste, and there's more of you coming out!" A final globule of semen exuded from Keith and with the tip of her pink tongue Vickie flicked it from the end of Keith's dome into her mouth. Gently she sucked Keith back into her mouth.

I left them then in search of accommodation for the night. I had planned to return home but on the side table I had seen their map and drawn upon it their planned route for the next day. Their route took them off the Downs down to a secluded stretch of river I knew to be an ideal spot for swimming. I was sure this was their plan and Vickie in the water offered the chance of some interesting possibilities for sexual activity.

Willow

I'd been up early and had walked with the dew still on the grass. Passing through a hollow, just before climbing up onto the Downs, the early morning mist had swirled round my legs and obscured my boots from sight. No one had been about and I had the world to myself. It was as if time had stopped yet there was movement and sound: not human movement and sound but the noise and happenings of the countryside. Cows lowing in the fields, the early morning chorus of the birds, the stream bubbling its way along and the hum of bees busily searching for nectar.

The day was fresh and new, the sun bright bathing all in a glowing yellow light. I was tempted to walk naked, to feel as if I was a true nature's child. I mused that this was Vicki's way: how she truly felt, how she wanted to be. After an hour's walking I slipped down from the hills taking a little used track through emerald bracken towards a river winding through the fields. Closing the river I paused on its bank beneath overhanging willow trees. The river ran slowly but with remarkably clear water; dark near the bank but a little further out the sun shone brightly on the water. I glimpsed a trout moving lazily up stream in search of a fly. As it had been when I was here before, I was alone. Stripping off my clothes and boots I slipped into the cold clear water and swam out. There is something special about fresh water swimming, swimming in water which is clear and natural not the artificial cleanliness of chlorinated swimming pools. Fresh water swimming in England is possible in many more places than you might think though care has to be taken to ensure it is unpolluted and there is no danger of becoming entangled in reeds. This spot was safe. The bed of the river was gravel. Near the bank it was about three or four foot deep though further out it was deeper.

I luxuriated in the soft water swimming up and down until my arms were quite tired. I pulled myself out and allowed the increasingly hot sun to dry me.

My expectation was the couple I had taken such a close interest in yesterday, Vickie and Keith, would seek out this spot later in the morning and take a swim. Not only would I be able to enjoy watching them, and I was sure they would swim naked, but like the previous day they would engage in sexual activity enabling me at a suitable point to join in. How would I do this with impunity? Well, I have the ability to stop time.

I did not expect them for an hour or two so spent time choosing a hiding place. My chosen spot was well hidden and secure. In it I became drowsy and dropped asleep. I was woken by the sound of their voices.

"How did you know about this wonderful place, Keith? You're sure no-one comes here? It would be lovely to swim, but is it safe?"

In response Keith began to take off his shirt and soon slipped naked into the water. Vickie too began to take off her clothes but having removed shirt and bra, exposing her pretty breasts, sat on the bank and watched Keith. He swam around demonstrating his ability to swim breast stroke, crawl and back stroke. Vickie let out a giggle, "I thought you were a big boy, you've shrunk away to nothing!" Keith surged out of the water and, as happens in cold water, his scrotum had drawn up and his penis shrunk. Vickie's hand cupped Keith's penis and balls. "Not much here for a girl to use!"

"You're a bad girl. Firstly you should already have been swimming and secondly you've insulted my manhood."

"Balls," laughed Vickie.

"Precisely," said Keith plucking a willow switch which he began to peel. "Shorts down please. Punishment time." A tussle followed, Keith tugging at Vickie's shorts and she fighting to get away. Her breasts jiggled enticingly as she fought. Keith was the stronger and it was not long before Vickie's shorts were pulled down and her pink bottom was over his knees. He brought the willow wand down on her bottom causing Vickie to squeal. Several more swishes of the wand and Vickie's bottom cheeks were criss-crossed with pink lines. Wriggling free Vickie escaped into the water to cool her bottom. "Pig" she hissed from the river as Keith laughed on the bank. Her eyes moved to Keith's thighs where the excitement of chastising Vickie had had quite an effect. Keith's penis had risen, although slightly oddly due to the cold, with the bulbous end engorged but the shaft rather less thick than usual.

"My turn," she said coming out of the water, "for pointing that thing at me. Bend over" Keith seemed readily prepared to submit to punishment and reached down and touched his toes leaving his behind exposed for Vickie. Vickie picked up the willow wand and gave him six of the best: she didn't spare Keith and to my mind her strokes were a bit harder than simple play required. Keith was clearly in some pain but before he could retaliate Vickie was on her knees, "Sorry, sorry I'm a bad girl. Please let me suck your cock, sir, to take the pain away." She knelt with her hands behind her back, breasts pushed forward with their points hard and pointing from the cold of the water. Keith straightened and pushed his penis slowly towards Vickie who parted her lips in a big "O" ready to receive him.

There was, however, to be a delay in the connection of mouth and penis. I saw the moment as my chance and stopped time. I crept out of my concealment and walked towards them discarding my clothes as I did so to release my already hard penis. Yesterday I had not had the opportunity to put my penis in Vickie's mouth but now here she was, lips opened, ready to receive a cock and formed perfectly into the right shape. I touched her lips with my penis and drew the end around her lips. Gently I pushed forward so that half my glans entered her mouth. I pushed further and was delighted to find I had judged just right. Her pretty white teeth did not obstruct, or even scrape against my sensitive skin, as I watched first the head and then an inch of my shaft slip into her mouth. Gently I withdrew before pushing in again. I was able in that position to slide over three inches in. I watched as my cock slipped backwards and forwards between her lips. I gently stroked her golden hair and my hand then dropped to fondle her right breast and hard nipple.