Time Traveler - Sex Stories

Time Traveler

They had connected almost immediately. The conversation was always so relaxed and comfortable and it seemed to flow so smoothly, like a river running down a steady slope. Nothing ever got in the way. If a rock appeared, the river simply diverted and flowed around it to merge again on the other side as if nothing had happened.

They had both said multiple times that it was almost like magic that they had found each other at all. They talked and shared and flirted with each other as if they had known each other for years instead of only a few weeks.

And, although it seemed perfect, there was that little problem of living in different time zones. She was always ahead and he was always behind. She was going to bed while he was getting up. He was going to bed while she was in the middle of her workday.

They left messages for each other and got them when they were able. They continued to communicate and talk and make each other laugh and smile and yes, even excite each other occasionally.

There were the few times that they could talk simultaneously, those odd, rare times of day when things aligned and they were both free to talk in real time, but they were still not truly together.

Even when they were both amorous and interested, she was in bed, thinking of him, her hands pretending to be his, running over her body, feeling the sweet curves and the sweat that was building on her skin. Stimulating herself in all sorts of pleasurable ways.

While he was just ...

... arriving at the office, not able to touch himself or react properly to her ever-increasing frantic messages of desire.

It was both amazing and frustrating at the same time. They both wanted a single moment where everything was working and on the same page. Where they could talk and share and flirt and arouse and stimulate and laugh...together.

But the world didn't work that way and things weren't always so cut and dry. Not to mention, Fate could be a cruel wench.

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After weeks of talking and building their connection and realizing that they would be incredible together if only they could get past the fact that they were always going to be twelve hours apart. Even if they were in the same room, she would always be there ahead of him and have to leave before he could catch up. So close and as far apart as ever. Always together and always out of sync, until... one day.

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It was one of those wonderful moments where she had woken up in the middle of her night and he was just getting home from work. She reached out and he was able to respond. They talked and teased and shared and were in the process of making each other's day incredibly special, as they wanted to do.

For the millionth time, he lamented how amazing it would be to be there, with her. To crawl into bed next to her. To snuggle into her and feel her body respond to him. His hands running over her bare skin. His lips tasting her body. Just her bare ...