Jake Part XVIII - Creative Anachronism - Sex Stories

Jake Part XVIII - Creative Anachronism

... their suitors for the flash and playing it off as a funny accident, the knot in Mala’s shirt came undone a couple times. Entirely by itself, or at least as far as anyone could tell. Finally she got annoyed and tied a double-knot in it, so Jake let her believe her wardrobe malfunctions were resolved. Despite - or maybe because of - the generous exposure of flesh, the men soon convinced Jake’s targets to join them dancing. Jake was a little disappointed; it was tough to make a dancer more sexualized than they were already in a place like this. But Petra was, as ever, a font of creative thought. “Look at her,” she said, indicating a time-stopped Marta. “What do we see?” Jake shrugged. “A bitchy slut grinding her ass on some guy’s package?” Petra giggled. She moved closer and peered at the couple’s hips. “Hmm, he’s pretty big,” she said. “Explains why this dress is riding up so badly.” As she spoke, she slid Marta’s dress up in the back, exposing her legs and ass. Jake chuckled. “What about the other one?” “We’ll give her a minute,” Petra replied, giving him the signal to start time again. Again, Marta didn’t notice anything was amiss at first. She kept moving to the music, angling at her waist to grind her now bare ass against her new friend’s hardened bulge. It wasn’t until he moved his hands to her hips that they both seemed to notice the bare skin. Jake stopped time immediately, then wound it back a second or two, pinpointing the exact moment that Marta’s eyes had widened. ...

... “You can go back that easily?” Petra asked. Jake winked at her. “I’ve had a lot of practice.” He pulled up the front of Marta’s dress, rubbing her pussy with his fingers. “I think I could go back or forward further, but I’m worried about trying it.” Petra moved in to play with Marta’s nipples at the same time. “Wow, you’re right, these are really fake-looking,” she said. “I wonder why she’d do that, they were probably pretty before.” After a few minutes of touching and teasing, Jake replaced the front of the dress. Moving back to their position at a nearby table, Jake started time. He had to squeeze Petra’s hand pretty hard to keep them both from laughing out loud at the result. Marta’s eyes widened as before at the realization that her ass was showing. As far as she knew there was still a thong there, but it was still a less-than-dignified turn of events. Of course, before she could react, the sensations from Jake’s interference hit her. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, but was unable to keep her body from responding; her back arched and her hips rolled slowly, grinding her bare pussy against the man’s crotch. Regaining control, Marta turned around, saying something of an apology to her dance partner. The man grinned at her, however, apparently having decided that no woman could possibly be so prone to sexy “accidents”. He seized her by the hips with both hands and pulled her against him, grinding his apparently very hard package against her crotch again and pressing his ...