She was sitting alone at the bar, her head illuminated by the
light from the jukebox behind her. I was immediately intrigued--
and not just because she was decked out in a tight pink top that
barely kept her breasts contained, not just because she was a
beautiful brunette, and not because of the way her shorts curved
around the ample curves of her behind--but because she was
reading.
Outside of the occasional racing form or newspaper, you don't see
much of that in Muldoon's. Hell, you don't often see beautiful
women, for that matter.
     I was happy to see that there was an empty seat beside her.
It was also the only empty seat on the bar, so I wouldn't look all
that obvious.
     I sat down beside her. Her eyes flicked from her book to
my face. I glanced at the title of the book she was reading.
BEAUTY'S RELEASE, by Anne Rampling. 
     Oh, my, I thought. My kind of girl.
     Our eyes locked in that way you only see in pulp fiction or
the Penthouse Forum. "Um, hi, " I said, stumbling unexpectedly
over my words. "I'm--"
     "I know who you are," she said. Her voice had an
American twang to it that sounded a little forced. "But you don't
know who I am, do you?"
     "Well, no, we've never met."
     "Hmm." She laughed, her smile making me catch my
breath. "I'm not used to this yet."
     "Used to what?" I asked, intrigued.
     "Time travel."
     At that, little alarms went off in my head. I was just about
to get up and leave, when she moved to face me in her chair.
Despite myself, my eyes drifted down to her cleavage, well
displayed in the tight material of her top. I flicked my eyes back up
to hers quickly, but not quickly enough. She was smiling.
     For a second, I thought her moving had to be deliberate, to
catch my attention, as if she knew precisely what was going
through my mind. But that's impossible, I thought. Just like time
travel.
     "See something you like, I take it?" she said.
     I coughed.  " Well," I began slowly, "I can answer that two
ways, can't I? If I say no, then you know I'm lying, because you
just did catch me looking where I shouldn't. But if say yes, then
you might think I'm a pervert, thus destroying any chances I might
have with you. So how should I answer?"
     "Truthfully would be nice," Peri said, leaning forward. Her
hand rested on my knee.
     "Okay. Then I see many things that I like."
     Peri tapped me once on the knee, then sat back. "You
always say the same thing each time." She turned and picked up
the book, and handed it to me. "Follow the directions in the front
of the book. I'll see you later."
     And with that, she slipped off the seat, and headed out of
the bar. A few heads turned to watch her pass. I kept my eyes on
her back, looking down to the slow but sexy sway of her hips.
Without looking back, she opened the door, and disappeared into
the hot summer night.
     
     I opened the book.
     Written in pen across the title page were a set of directions.
At the bottom was written, in bolder strokes, WAIT TWENTY
MINUTES BEFORE LEAVING. A mess of exclamation points
followed that.
     I closed the book, and ordered a beer. Sipping it, I kept my
eyes on the clock. Time seemed to be a bit of a focus with this girl.
     Precisely twenty minutes later, I left the bar. I followed the
directions to the letter, and as was written in the book, found
myself in down by the marina. And there, perched beneath the pier,
was a blue police box.
     She must work in the theatre, I thought, as I walked across
the shale, getting this thing as a prop. I looked at the prop before I
opened the door. It was dark blue beneath the starlight, and looked
like it had been battered to hell. The theatre must be on hard times. 
     I opened the door, and had the shock of my life.
     
     You probably know all this already. Bigger on the inside
than out, right? Well, it still threw me. I walked in, seeing what
looked to be a console of sorts in the middle of a large white
room. Circular plates covered the white walls. But before I could
be shocked into immobility, I saw a Post-It Note on the glass
covering of the console. It read:

GO THROUGH THE DOOR, AND TURN RIGHT. FIRST
DOOR ON THE LEFT.

It was in the same handwriting as in the book. I looked around,
and saw an open door in front of me. I went down the hall, seeing
that the circular plate motif carried on. I came to the door. I
opened it.
     Peri stood in what looked like a bedroom. I guess it was a
bedroom, since there was a large brass bed in the middle, and a
vanity over against one of the white walls. But my eyes weren't for
furniture just then. Peri was standing there, dressed only in a white
terry bathrobe.
     "Close the door, please."
     I did, hearing it lock behind me.
     "Come here."
     I walked closer to her. She looked me in the eyes. I hadn't
noticed in the bar how dark brown her eyes were. She smiled
again.
     "So, do you see anything you like?" Peri asked.
     "I think I already answered that question," I replied.
     Without taking her eyes from mine, she undid the belt on
her bathrobe. With an almost audible sigh, it fell to the floor.
     With a supreme effort of will, I kept my eyes on hers, but
finally risked a quick glance down. She wasn't wearing a thing,
and as I looked, the slight chill in the room hardened the nipples on
her chest.
     I looked back into her eyes, my heart beginning to hammer.
     "So, see anything else you like?" she asked.
     Peri moved closer.

     END OF PART ONE


 Peri stood before me, her bathrobe piled at her feet.
She put her hands on my shoulders, leaned forward, and gave
me a light kiss on the lips, just barely letting her lips graze
against mine. 
     She stepped back, and let me look at her. The book fell
from my hand.
     She was beautiful. Her smile lit up the room, and I felt
myself harden even more when I noticed the way her soft
brown hair framed her face, just touching the white of her bare
shoulders. My eyes dropped to her full chest, and my erection
twitched in response. Her breasts were a dream: full and
round, her nipples hardening and turning an embarrassed pink
against the spread of her aureolas, offering so many chances
for adventure and exploration. 
     Peri moved her hands onto her hips, drawing my
attention there. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed, and I
noticed, oddly, that the pink toenail polish on her left toe was
chipped.
     I looked back at her face, and made a move towards
her. Peri held out a hand.
     "Not yet," she said.  "Let me undress you first."
     "I won't argue."
     "You never do."
     She moved closer again, her breasts brushing up
against my chest as she pulled my T-shirt over my head. She
dropped it onto the floor, beside her bathrobe. Her hands
dropped to the button of my jeans, and she slowly undid the
zipper. After I had stepped out of them and shucked off my
socks and shoes, her hands gripped the elastic band of my
boxers. I had hoped she didn't notice the I Want You stain on
the front of my shorts, but my hope was in vain.
     "Well, someone's eager," she murmured, and gently
pulled my underwear down, kneeling as she did so.
     My cock was level with her face. She looked up at me,
grinned, then brought up a finger. She touched the straining tip
of my penis with her fingertip, pulling it away, glistening with
pre-fuck moisture. Still smiling, she dragged her finger down
the cleavage between her breasts.
     Peri stood up, and put her hand on my shoulders. She
began to exert pressure, and I finally clued in that she wanted
me to kneel. My knees cracked as I adjusted my position. Peri
moved her hands to the back of my head. Her pubic hair was
now level with my eyes. Suddenly, she shoved my head
forward. I closed my eyes, feeling the bristle of her hair against
them.
     Her musk filled my senses, and I burrowed my face
deeper into her mound. I bit playfully at her hair, pulling back
with my teeth, teasing. Peri giggled, the action of laughter
pushing her deeper into me. I moved my hands to the inside of
her legs. She moved her legs slightly apart.
     I put one tentative finger against her vaginal lips,
wondering if she would push me away. No--instead, she curled
her fingers tighter in my hair. Emboldened, I gently slid my
finger inside her--only a little bit, expecting her to still be dry,
but was surprised to find her already moist.
     I pulled my finger out, then slowly reinserted it. I tried
to get my mouth down there, but in this position it was
impossible. As if sensing my predicament, Peri shuffled
backwards over her bathrobe, still holding my head against her.
I scraped along on my knees until she found the bed. She
collapsed on it, her grip on me never loosening. 
     Laying on her back, she spread her legs wide. Her pink
cunt lips opened before me like the fulfillment of a long
awaited promise. I stared at it for few seconds: at the way her
pubic hair framed her vagina, at the perky point of her clit, at
her ass seen from this perspective. For another second, I
thought of just plunging my cock into her now, but once again,
Peri seemed to read my mind.
     She gave my hair a small yank.
     "Get to work," she said.
     And with that, she pushed me deep between her legs. 
     I began to lick around the outside of her cunt, letting
my tongue flick over her clit before continuing my slow
rotation. Peri sighed, and finally released her grip on my hair. I
repeated this a few times, then brought my hand up again,
slowly reintroducing my finger to Peri's interior. The smell of
her was intoxicating, and for one horrible second, I thought I
was going to cum then and there. But I closed my eyes, and
focused on setting up a slow fucking motion with my finger
while I tongued everywhere but her clit.
     At one point, I looked up, across the patch of her sex,
to look at her. Her eyes were closed, and she was gently
pulling and twisting her nipples as I licked her. I moved to her
clit, and saw her twitch. Her eyes opened then, and she looked
down at me. As ever, Peri was smiling.
     I moved my left hand under her, to feel the luscious
curves of her ass. She lifted herself just enough for my hand to
fit snugly beneath her. Increasing the motion of my finger--
now two fingers, feeling the tightness of her expand to
accommodate the added width, I put her clit between my teeth
and sucked. Sucked hard. 
     Peri groaned at that, and for a second, she sounded
almost British.
     I sucked harder for the count of three, then let go,
licking her repeatedly while increasing the tempo of my
invading fingers. I squeezed her left ass cheek, but could not
resist those gorgeous tits any longer. I shot my hand out from
beneath her and enfolded my hand across her left breast. She
moved her hand off her nipple, placing it on top of mine as I
gently squeezed her.
     Peri's cunt muscles began to tighten on my fingers,
tightening harder and harder. I licked her furiously, my hand
rocketing back and forth. Finally, she stiffened, arching her
back on the bed, and groaned, a low growl of satisfaction.
     As she settled back on the bed, I moved to climb on
top of her, but she held out a hand. Her face was turning a
deep blush of red, spreading down to her breasts.
     "Not yet, sport," she said, breathlessly.
     Pulling me onto the bed, my hand still dripping her
juices, she threw me down onto my back. She then straddled
me, laying low across my chest, her tits swaying above me.
Then Peri slowly turned around, so that her ass was directly in
my face. Before I had time to appreciate this new and
unexpected angle, she lifted herself so her vagina was directly
in front of me.
     "Again," she said, laughing, looking over her shoulder
at me.. "You don't get off that easily."
     "Again? What are we, Teletubbies?" I asked.
     "Don't worry. This time I'll make it a little more
interesting."
     "It was interesting enough," I began, but before I could
finish, Peri turned and dropped her head. She took my cock
into her mouth, and also took my breath away. As she ran her
tongue slowly around my head, I could feel her teeth biting
into the sides of the shaft, and hoped once again that I
wouldn't explode too soon.
     Her cunt glistened in front of me, an open invitation.
The curves of her ass gave me much more to look at, and as is
often the way with good sex, created new images of future
exploration. 
     I lifted my head, and once again, went to work.

     END PART TWO