All The Time in the World - Pt. 03

Chapter 3 - The Gift That Keeps On Giving

"Holy shit!" I said aloud, standing suddenly to look around the silent casino--suddenly seeing it with brand new eyes, my jaw agape in astonishment.

Just in my immediate vicinity, there were dozens of women of all ages, shapes, and sizes, each one with appealing physical attributes--and many with revealingly abbreviated clothing. A mere few feet away from me sat a rather lovely young woman, apparently engaged in a lively conversation with a male friend across the table.

She wore a provocatively short dress, most likely designed for nightclub dancing. She was leaning forward over the table toward the man with her lovely legs slightly parted.

I moved closer and bent over her table to admire the generous amount of cleavage her low-cut dress was revealing. Impulsively I reached into the bodice of her dress to cup one of her bare breasts and sighed appreciatively. I crouched beside her chair to admire her legs as well, sliding my hand over her knee and up the inside of her thigh to touch the crotch of her panties.

I pulled away from her and moved to another table with two older women, who were dressed more conservatively in knee-length shorts and pullover tops. Each woman appeared to be on the downside of middle age with a modicum of gray in their hair and thicker matronly figures. I caressed each of their breasts, loving the plush heaviness--softly yielding despite the bras they wore beneath their pullover tops.

I moved around the lounge area, from table to table, touching and caressing the women intimately. Imagining the overwhelming plethora of sensual possibilities open to me at that moment, I felt my cock begin to stir uncomfortably in the tight confines of my jeans.

I laughed aloud--almost a girlish giggle of anticipation--and, feeling a sudden desire to embrace my new sense of sensual freedom, I began to undress. I wanted to be completely nude and, as I removed my clothes, I felt a wonderful sense of exhilaration and sensual freedom that I had never in my life felt before. I smiled with unsuppressed pleasure to find myself completely nude in one of the busiest casinos on the Strip.

I returned my attention to the waitress whose legs had first captured my imagination and made my way over to her. I knelt behind her, looking up under her short little skirt as I reached out and gently began caressing her legs. I gasped at the exquisite sensation of her sheer, sleek hosiery, glistening in the lights as I moved my hands gently over her legs.

I raised her skirt even higher, sighing appreciatively as even more of her beautiful, round buttocks cheeks were revealed. The pantyhose she wore were completely sheer to her waist--revealing she wore a tiny black thong beneath her hosiery.

I caressed her lovely buttocks cheeks, moaning pleasurably as I felt my erection twitching in anticipation. I caressed her hips and pressed my face into her buttocks. She smelled wonderfully of some scented fragrance and, impulsively, I began to kiss her. I pressed my lips between her cheeks, grasping her hips lightly as I pressed my face into the cleft of her buttocks and probed with my tongue to taste her essence.

I was just about to pull down her pantyhose for even greater intimacy when suddenly my entire body jolted as if startled and I quickly pulled away from her--Harold's admonitions suddenly crashed against my wall of sensual thoughts.

It was of paramount importance to NEVER create a 'pattern of inconsistency'.

While I most certainly had the ability to have sex with any woman I might ever desire, doing so came with an entire laundry list of responsibilities. First of all... just the possibility of impregnating a woman would be astronomically dangerous--as well as being a completely loathsome thing to do. The ripple effect of such a miraculous birth would be worldwide news.

I sighed, setting aside my fantasies of fucking my way through the entire female population of Las Vegas, for something more pragmatic. I sat there on the floor of the lounge and pondered how I might still indulge my sexual fantasies, without creating an inconsistency.

I gazed lovingly up at the waitress's lovely legs and felt a renewed urge. I stood tentatively and moved toward her once more. Cautiously, I stepped close and pressed my hips lightly against her buttocks, grinding myself gently against her, my cock sliding into the cleft of her buttocks. The sensation of my cock sliding against the sleek nylon of her pantyhose was completely overwhelming and I lost control almost immediately.

"Oh... Oh, God, Oh, God" I cried aloud as my semen jetted between her lovely cheeks.

When my orgasm finally ebbed, I stepped away and looked down to admire the pleasurable mess I had made on her buttocks cheeks. Surely, I thought, this was something easily addressed and expunged.

From the bar, I took up several cocktail napkins and blotted away every drop of my semen from her pantyhose. I knelt once more and blew gently onto her pantyhose to dry any residual dampness, and smiled to see my efforts very nicely rewarded. I stood and lowered her skirt to the position it had been when I had first noticed her.

I returned to my seat and sat down without dressing to finish my drink, sipping pleasurably as I basked in the afterglow of a very pleasurable encounter with the waitress.

With my drink finished, I moved behind the bar to wash and dry my snifter, replacing it on the shelf where I had found it. I moved directly in front of the waitress station and smiled to finally see the lovely face of the woman I had just been so intimate with.

She was a lovely woman, in her mid-thirties, I surmised from the careworn wrinkles about her eyes. Frozen in place as she was, reaching for the drink, her lips were parted slightly. Impulsively, I leaned forward over the bar and kissed her lightly on her lips, enjoying the sensation even though the kiss was not reciprocated. I smiled at her and glanced down at her name tag.

"Thank you, Melissa," I said, smiling warmly at her," I believe you may have the loveliest legs I have ever seen, and your ass is absolutely a thing of beauty. Thank you for allowing me to... borrow your body momentarily. It was an experience I will likely never forget."

I returned to my chair and dressed, wandering casually through the casino toward the parking garage. Along the way, I was struck by the plethora of lovely women, tourists, and employees alike. I smiled, letting my imagination run wild to think I could have my way with any of them. I shook my head, putting those thoughts aside for the present.

Back in the parking garage, I restarted time--then returned to the casino to cash in my chips. Noticing the lovely Melissa strolling through the machines with a tray of drinks, I smiled, telling myself I would definitely keep my eye out for her in the future, possibly for a return engagement.

I checked the time and sighed, it was time I went home... tomorrow was another day, and I needed to think a lot more about what my future plans might be.

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In the weeks that followed, I kept a relatively low profile, living my life as I always had, depositing my meager paycheck into my bank checking account and then paying my rent, cable, and utilities bills by check, always maintaining a small amount in my bank account.

In all outward appearances, I was nothing more than a normal, run-of-the-mill hotel/casino employee, barely making ends meet, as a great many of us do. I suppose the first outward sign that things were slightly different about me was the fact that I was never again late for my shift at work. When my shift supervisor even made mention of it, I shrugged and let her know that not having to depend on the bus made all the difference in the world.

I kept all of my ill-gotten gains from the casinos in my safety deposit box, occasionally bundling the twenties, tens, fives, and ones into amounts of $100, and trading them at a cashier for a slim one-hundred-dollar bill to minimize the bulk of bills accruing in the box. I also took special care to make sure I cashed in my chips on different days at different times of the day to not become a familiar figure with frequently visited casino cashiers.

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I also indulged in my prurient interests with greater frequency. I visited the lovely Melissa on several occasions to pleasurably avail myself of her gorgeous legs and buttocks. I delighted myself much in the same manner with a great many waitresses, in a variety of casinos, but never more than a quick, easy-to-clean-up, masturbation, leaving behind no evidence of my indiscretions.

I refined my sensual abilities with a woman named Patricia Krenwinkle. (An unfortunate name given her namesake was a murderous member of the Manson family.) I met Patricia in a Home Depot store. I had stopped in one day--after first stopping time--to acquire a package of washers to repair my dripping bathroom faucet.

Patricia was at a self-checkout kiosk, with her wallet open to get a credit card for the kiosk. She was a rather striking woman, not pretty in the traditional sense, but certainly attractive. She was very tall, six feet at the minimum, and, for her height, was also very plushly full-figured--most notably, her very broad hips and buttocks. I admired her as I passed, and paused to examine her more closely.

She wore an almost frumpy-looking shift dress that hung loose around her body and did little to disguise her generous proportions. I casually raised the hem of her dress and whistled appreciatively. Her legs, while feminine and shapely, were also thick and fleshy with a small amount of visible cellulite on her thighs. Her broad, fleshy buttocks cheeks stretched the confines of her panties almost to the bursting point.

While I'm reasonably certain a great many men would have been slightly repulsed by her moderate corpulence, I was--surprisingly--extremely attracted. When I caressed the bare skin of her thighs, I thought I had never felt skin so wonderfully sleek and soft. My erection was immediate, and I wanted to experience her right there and then.

But in her open wallet, I saw her driver's license--with her name and address. A light bulb went off in my head as I realized the possibility of visiting her whenever I wanted--instead of accidentally in a Home Depot store.

A ring of keys was attached to her purse, and I smiled. I took the ring of keys from her purse and walked to a nearby key-cutting device. I located what appeared to be house or apartment keys and quickly made copies before returning the keys to her purse and copying her address on a slip of paper.

I returned to my car and started time, putting her address into the GPS of my phone, I quickly drove to her residence--a three-story apartment building on the east side of the city--and stopped time.

Of the two keys I had made in Home Depot, one fit the building entrance door. Stepping inside, I examined the mailboxes in the foyer and discovered her apartment number. The second key opened her apartment door, and I went inside.

Her place was neat as a pin and nicely appointed. Her bedroom closet and drawers contained only feminine items, so I assumed she lived alone--No pets were in evidence as well. I smiled, thinking I would return later that evening.

I returned home and repaired my bathroom faucet with the rubber washers I had liberated from Home Depot, and settled in to watch the final period of the Vegas Golden Knights hockey game.

At around 10 pm, I suddenly remembered Patricia and smiled. I arrived at her building, crouching down in my vehicle before stopping time, and made my way to her door.

Stepping inside her apartment, all was dark. I quickly made my way to her bedroom to find her lying in her bed. I smiled and gently pulled down the blanket and sheet.

She lay on her side, her knees drawn up, wearing only a small nightie. Her fleshy thighs and buttocks were appealingly posed. I disrobed completely and got into bed beside her with her back toward me, spooning her body with mine.

I was instantly hard, her body was wonderfully warm, and her skin delightfully soft, sleek, and yielding. As I hardened, my erection slid effortlessly into the cleft of her buttocks. I reached around her and cupped her breast as I gently thrust my hips against her buttocks. Moments later, I came blissfully, my semen erupting between her gorgeously big cheeks.

Pleased with how wonderfully effortless it had been, I snuggled against her and drifted off to sleep. With time paused, it's difficult to gauge how long I slept, an hour?... maybe even longer? A strange concept in that once I started time again, no time would have elapsed at all.

I nestled against her warm body once more, finding her buttocks still delightfully wet from my previous ejaculation, I sighed pleasurably, moaning her name aloud as I added even more semen between her buttocks cheeks.

I cleaned and dried her carefully before I left, smiling down at her as I made sure all was exactly as I had found her and covered her with her blankets. "Thank you, Patricia," I murmured, "This was exceptionally nice. I can't wait to do it again."

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I slept with her on several other occasions when I felt the desire to pleasure myself against her plush body. Having the luxury of so much time to spend curled next to her in bed added an entirely new dimension to my ability to be with women, and I learned much from the experience.

I discovered that I very much enjoyed the physical act of sleeping with someone, as opposed to sleeping alone. Even beyond the sexual pleasure, I very much appreciated the togetherness--the feeling of warmth and companionship that had been so lacking in my life.

The other lesson I took away from my experiences with Patricia was that a woman's ability to stimulate me sexually was not predicated upon having a figure suitable for the cover of the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit edition--or the foldout inside an issue of Playboy magazine. I discovered within myself a special fondness for those women who were pleasingly plump and plush, and even women who were moderately obese. I seemed to find greater physical comfort with heavier women who, like Patricia, were plushly overweight.

Don't get me wrong, I adore ALL women--short or tall--thin or fat--black, white, or any other ethnicity. But I was especially keeping an eye out for larger women. And, once I began to pay attention, I discovered the Las Vegas area was quite literally rife with women of fleshy pulchritude.

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I also developed a special appreciation for being nude in public places--giving me a heightened sense of sensuality. Once I had parked my vehicle and stopped time, I would enter one of the casinos and immediately remove my clothes. I would usually eat dinner or lunch in one of the buffets, pilfer several poker chips to bolster my growing safety deposit savings, and then wander around to admire the women assembled.

I would often raise skirts and dresses to get a better look at a particular woman's legs, or pull open bodices to view her breasts. Many times I would relieve myself against a particular lovely woman's buttocks before leaving the casino.

Beyond casinos, I would also disrobe inside grocery stores while shopping. There were always a great many female shoppers, especially at Walmarts, and on more than one occasion I availed myself of a woman's body to pleasure myself.

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One evening, I arrived at Patricia's apartment to discover it was not in complete darkness as it usually was--a warm glow was coming from her bedroom.

Entering her bedroom, I gasped in pleasant surprise to discover Patricia was not alone. She and the man she was with were both nude and engaged in sex. The man lay on his back with Patricia straddling his body, his hands gripping the soft flesh of her buttocks tightly.

I bent close and noted the man was not wearing a condom and I smiled at my good fortune as a golden opportunity was presenting itself to me that evening. I would likely be able to fuck Patricia with impunity. Something I had been aching to do from the moment I had first met her.

I stepped into her closet, leaving the door ajar, and restarted time. The sounds of their lovemaking filled my senses and I watched in fascination as the man thrust up into her forcefully as he grasped her buttocks cheeks tightly in his hands.

The man murmured something and Patricia spoke. "Yes," she gasped, "Yes, baby... yes. Cum in me... Please cum in me."

The man cried out and I knew he was ejaculating at that moment, his movements slowed dramatically, his hips flinching gently with each spurt of his semen.

They kissed for a long while, his hands moving over her body tenderly. Patricia raised her hips slightly and his rapidly softening erection slipped from her vagina. I gasped softly to see the man's semen dribbling from Patricia's gaping lips--flowing from her down onto his softening penis.

I stopped time, and stepped from the closet. I wasted no time, pulling down my pants and my briefs quickly as I got onto the bed behind Patricia. Seeing her gaping pink pussy lips, oozing with semen, I was completely overwhelmed with desire.

I leaned forward, straddling the man's thighs, and guided the tip of my cock to her vagina. I penetrated her easily, and she was so deliciously slick and wet inside that I lost control immediately and began to ejaculate.

I sighed her name as I let go, thrusting my hips gently against the swell of her buttocks--enjoying the erotic jello-like jiggle of her flesh with each thrust. When I had finished, I stood immediately and pulled up my pants. I smiled broadly to see how my semen mixed with his to flow from her down onto his penis.

I stepped quickly back into the closet and started time once more.

"Ooh, Baby... you really let go this time," murmured Patricia as she reached between her legs to wipe her vulva with her fingers. She rolled from him and quickly lowered her head to take his cock into her mouth. She sucked him almost hungrily, moaning softly as her hand cupped and caressed his scrotum.

With that, I stopped time and, leaving them to the privacy of their post-coital endearments, I left her apartment and returned home. I felt more than reasonably safe about fucking Patricia. She had very obviously wanted him to release inside her. The fact that I had done so as well, and at almost the same time, would seem to negate any pattern of inconsistency.

It pleased me that I had fucked Patricia. While I had fantasized about a great many women since obtaining Harold's ring, I had taken Harold's alarming warnings to heart and was always mindful of never creating a ripple effect from my actions.

Philosophically, however, I was mildly concerned by the concept of rape. While I DID take Patricia against her will, the dictionary definition of rape, I also took her without her awareness or knowledge. In essence, I rationalized, in less than a blink of an eye, my semen was inside her. She neither felt my penetration nor my pelvic thrusts. Even though I HAD violated her, had she even SENSED the violation?

An interesting conundrum, akin to the philosophical question: 'If a tree falls in the forest with no one to hear it, does it make a sound?'

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On the home front, I devised a great system for acquiring what creature comforts I wanted. And, like almost everyone else on the planet, I used Amazon.

For instance, if I needed a new coffee maker, I would go online to Amazon to check out the availability. If the item I wanted advertised 'same day delivery', I knew the item was housed in a local Amazon warehouse.

Visiting the warehouse after stopping time, I would wander around until I found the kitchen appliance section and then locate the coffee maker I wanted. Always careful to remove the item from a large pallet where it would not easily be missed.

In this manner, I collected a new air fryer, ice maker, microwave oven, and even a new high-definition flat-screen television. Nothing wildly expensive or above my perceived lowly pay grade, but enough to make me comfortable and happy.

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In essence, my life was good; I felt at ease and comfortable. I was eating regularly, and eating well. I even gained some weight. While my bank account maintained a constant flow of income and expenses as befitted a median hotel employee, my safety deposit box was slowly amassing a small fortune.

My beat-up vehicle was now legally registered and insured, and full of gas--and I loved the nights I spent with Patricia, snuggled against her in her bed.

One night in particular, at Patricia's apartment, I discovered her employee name tag on top of her dresser. 'Patty' was the name on the tag. She was employed at Applebee's, a popular local restaurant chain. Investigating further, I found several paycheck stubs that revealed the exact location. I took it upon myself to visit during the hours she worked and asked to be seated in her section.

We struck up a conversation when she arrived to take my order, and she was curious as to why I had asked to be seated in her section.

I smiled and told her it was because she was the most attractive waitress in the establishment. She laughed good-naturedly and thanked me. When I admired the tattoo on her arm, she paused at my table, raising the sleeve of her blouse to give me a better look.

I made it a point to eat there at least once a week. She came to recognize me as a regular, and we became even more friendly. It was interesting for me to develop a personal relationship with her, as it seemed to enhance the intimacy of sleeping with her--it made it even more personal.

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On a more disquieting note--One morning, as I sat at my kitchen table with my bagel and coffee, I looked out my window and was surprised to see two black Cadillac Escalades parked across the street near the bus stop. I could see several men, all dressed in black--with hoodies--on each side of the flood abatement culvert as if searching for something-- or SOMEONE.

FUCK--Alarm bells went off in my head as I watched what appeared to be two men in wetsuits and scuba equipment slipping into the abatement tunnel.

I ran to my closet to get my binoculars and focused on the happenings across the street. Several men, on each side of the culvert, appeared to be searching the banks of the still-rushing water for something, and I couldn't help but wonder about Harold's warning regarding "insanely wealthy men with unlimited resources."--Could they have somehow traced Harold and his ring to Las Vegas? Had someone, SOMEWHERE, posted on some social media platform about seeing a man struggling in the flood abatement water?

Maybe it was just my paranoia--coupled with Harold's warning--that made me take special notice of the activity across the street. I made a note to be especially more vigilant.

My fears were, for the moment, assuaged once the black Cadillacs left, along with the personnel.

(The story will continue in All The Time in the World - Part 4)

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Author's note

Thank you for taking the time to read my story, I can only hope you have enjoyed Part 3 of All The Time in the World. Part 4 will be forthcoming soon. I value your comments, feedback, and suggestions tremendously, please feel free to add yours in the comments section, or via email. If you'd like to stay connected and follow along with my newest stories and updates, be sure to follow me here in Literotica. Thank you all for your kind words of encouragement.

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