Time Traveler (Audio Script)

Stories

Man, it’s such a nice day. It’s been raining so much this week. Feels good to finally get a little sunshine. I was actually planning on going for a bike ride by myself this morning. And then you text me, asking if I wanted to ride the canyon trail with you this afternoon.

You and I are always on the same wavelength. It’s a bit eerie sometimes, actually. It was a relaxing, calm ride at first...before you challenged me to a race.

I’m not a very competitive person, but your energy is contagious. Your playful, mischievous spirit makes me smile. I’ve always admired that about you. You're willing to rush ahead without a care in the world. Nothing could hold you back.

“Hey, pedal to the medal! Let’s go!”

I pedal harder. Faster. And hide a smirk as you glance back at me. To be honest, I admire a lot of things about you. Your eyes...your kind heart...the way you bite your lip when you’re nervous. It’s more than just a physical crush, though. You and I have always had a certain…dynamic. I don’t know how to explain it, really. Nothing romantic has ever happened between us, but I swear we’ve been close many, many times.

You’re touchy with me, in a way that you aren’t with our other friends You always stand next to me with our shoulders brushing, our hands bumping together. You buy me drinks when we go out. And you always look me in the eyes when we dance at our favorite bar. I feel like I’ve known you forever. And sometimes… I feel like we are a couple just without the intimacy. I would hate to misread your intentions and risk ruining our friendship, which I love. That’s why I’ve never made a move...but I’m just so curious: how do you feel about me?

The wind rushes past me. My legs burn as I pump the pedals faster. You shoot me another breathless grin from over your shoulder. Your hair is beautiful, tousled in the wind. The gravel path crackles beneath us as our bikes bob up and down. The greens and browns of the canyon blur together as I focus on you and catching up.

Your ass is raised off the seat, your toned thighs straining against your shorts. It’s hard to ignore how badly I want you with a view like this. You make it to the big tree we set as our goal, and hop off your bike. I join you just a few seconds later.

You unclip your helmet and hang it from the handlebars of your bike. Your hair is sticking to your forehead from sweat.

“Damn, you almost got me back there. I can tell you’ve been riding a lot lately.”

You grin and walk towards me, stopping just in front of me and peering into my eyes. You’re so close to me...it’s making my body flush with heat I know isn’t from the ride.

Your fingers brush against my face as you unclip my helmet for me. My whole body seems to tingle in response. You notice my slight shift in posture, and lift your lively eyes to mine again.

“Thanks. Yeah…lots of riding.”

I wonder if you can hear my heart racing. It's not just because of the exercise. Being this close to you always makes me a little nervous. Like I might forget myself and try to kiss you.

I toss my helmet down to the ground while you shake your hair out. I can't take my eyes off you. You frown and glance back to the trail. I follow your gaze and see a drizzle starting to pick up.

“Looks like we're stuck for a bit…unless we want to ride back in the rain.”

“Oh, yeah…I didn’t even realize.”

The massive tree we’re under is shielding us from the droplets that are coming down faster now.

“Oh well, I really don’t mind. I kind of actually love getting caught in the rain.”

You would enjoy something most people despise. That’s what makes you so special.

“You know...usually there's… some sort of prize for winning races.”

“You are absolutely right. I do deserve a prize, don’t I? Any suggestions?”

You smirk a little bit. Damn, I think I just forgot how to breathe for a second.

“Um…I…How about…?”

My nerves get the better of me. I can’t get the words out. You gaze at me with… something in your eyes. Hunger, maybe. What is going on? Are you…? You push me gently against the tree, an arm on either side of me. Your palms press into the wood and keep me there. I stare into your eyes long enough to see the colored specks in them as they twinkle...

“I know what I want...”

Desire runs straight through me like a bolt of lightning. The idea that you want me as bad as I want you is so…fucking…hot. Fuck, I just can’t hold my feelings in any longer.

“I…would love to be your…anything.”

“I’ve thought about making you passion for me so often...did you know that?”

“Me too.”

The bark of the tree digs into my back as you press yourself against me, but I don't care. Your lips are suddenly against mine and I fucking love the way you taste.

I'm drowning in you as your hands move from either side of me down to my hips. You squeeze my flesh with a feral desperation as your tongue explores the warm inner crevices of my mouth. You are totally in control. And I’m happily at your mercy.

Your eyes are dark with desire as I pull back from your hungry lips. You lean back in, this time to my neck, planting kisses and a little rough bite on my skin. My breath hitches as you nip behind my ear. I slip my hands around your waist and oh my god…holding you so close to me…

Fuck, this is all that I’ve wanted. And it feels so good.

My knees threaten to buckle beneath me. You roll your hips against mine and lean in to catch my lips in another, wilder, kiss.

You drag your hands up my shirt and run your fingertips across my breasts. I lift my arms up, and you pull my top off. I help you out and pull my sports bra off as well.

You toss it to the side without a second glance. A wet breeze brushes by us. My skin prickles with goosebumps as you nudge my knees apart with your leg. You press your thigh between my legs and I grind up against you.

“Ohhhh, fuck. Fuck, yes….”

“You like that? Like how that feels?”

Your thumb drags across one of my chest. You flick it and twist it between your fingers. Fuck, I love how dominant you are with me. God, I would let you do anything to me. You lower your face from my neck down to my collarbone... down to my chest. Your tongue takes the place of your finger. Your lips close around my chest.

Your hands lower...trailing down my stomach...and you slide your palms down my side to grip my hips. You run your fingertips under my waistband, and I squirm as you start to slide my shorts and panties down.

I arch forward into you, desperate to feel your fingers inside of me, and you suddenly take a step away. Smirking, you shake your head and nod towards the ground.

“Get on your knees.”

I obey immediately. It actually kind of surprises me how automatic it is. I’m desperate to please you. Desperate to do anything you say.

“Let me taste you… please.”

I watch as you slowly get undressed. You’re teasing me, drawing this out because you can tell how badly I want it. Your body is fucking beautiful and I can’t wait to worship it.

“Make me wet.”

You place your hand around the back of my head and pull my face in towards your pussy. I bury my nose between your warm folds and breathe in your scent.

Oh, fuck. I love when you tell me what to do...I’ve been dreaming of my face between your thighs for ages. I dive in eagerly, dragging my tongue between your outer lips and sucking hungrily on your cilt.

I draw my tongue up and down your slit, teasing at your entrance, before focusing on your swollen clit.

You grip my hair tightly, pushing my face further and further into you...I like when you’re rough with me...just like that. Your hot moans spur me on and I lick harder, faster, at your perfect little clit. You lean forward and press a palm against the tree trunk to keep yourself upright. I love pleasing you...hearing your moans...that are only for me.

“Get up. I want to feel how wet you are.”

I reluctantly pull my mouth away from you and scramble to my feet. You push me up against the tree once again and kiss me, hard.

“I can taste myself on your lips…”

I love how fucking dirty you are. How much you love being in control. It is so fucking hot. One of your hands drifts from around my thigh to between my legs. The tips of your fingers teasing at my entrance. One finger eases in, gently.

“Ohhh my god. You… are so fucking wet. Finally tasting me really turned you on, didn’t it?”

Another of your fingers slides inside of me and you pump them in and out slowly.

“Ohhh, yes. Fuck.”

You shift your attention to my clit. Your fingers work it with tight little strokes.Just like that. Oh, god, just like that. I slide my hand between your legs and slide my fingers inside you...mimicking your movements exactly. You are so wet. Your pussy clenches around my fingers and I thrust another deep inside you...

Our hips roll together and we enter a solid rhythm.

Fuck… Ohhh, I’m so wet. That feels so good. I’m getting close again, so I pick up the pace, curling my fingers up into your g-spot and kissing you harder.

“Oh, god. Oh, you’re good at that. You gonna make me passion?”

“Yeah. Please? Please, can we passion together?”

“Wait...”

I…I can’t take it. I’m at the edge. I’m going to passion…going to passion.

“Fuck, that’s it. Oh, fuck, yes!”

I can’t hold back anymore.

“Please…”

“Mm, you want to passion so bad don’t you? Yeah...passion for me now...oh...yes...”

The climax is overwhelming...washing over me in pleasurable waves. I fuck you with my fingers a little while longer, until you’re trembling and shivering. I pull out of you, and you slide down onto the grass. I slowly lie down to meet you. You stretch out like a cat and turn to face me, your hand on my chest

“Mmmm, god, that was good…”

“Fuck. so good.”

You tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and gaze at me fondly. I’m in disbelief that you’re lying in my arms right now.

“Once the rain stops...want to race back to my place?”

“I think I might just let you win.”