Hanging With A Time Surfer

by Celine Chatillon

  "Don't stop, Shelby,” he called out to her, “Just keep swimming toward me. That a good girl."

  That's what I'm doing. She felt slightly miffed by her lover's lack of camaraderie and sense of adventure. Why didn't he grab his board and surf the waves at least? Some surfer dude Quentin Takahashi turned out to be!

  At last she reached the shallows and began trudging up the slope of the beach.

  "Don't turn around,” he ordered as she hit the dry sand. Odd, he looked pale as he stood pointing his key chain toward the ocean. “I'm not sure how much power I've got before our unwelcome guest unfreezes, and I don't want you to..."

  Whoosh!

  "What was that noise? Whatever are you babbling about? Aaaaagggghhh!” Shelby's hands fell to her heart as she turned and caught a glimpse of the monstrous silhouette of the aquatic creature as it swam back out to sea. “Aaaagggghhh!"

  Quentin wrapped his strong arms about her and turned her face away from the horizon before she almost fainted. He held her about the waist and helped her walk up the slope. “Shh ... You're okay. No problem. He didn't get his snack, and you're still all in one piece. You are still in one piece, right?"

  Shelby nodded mutely. “Um-hm."

  "Good.” He kissed her tenderly on the forehead. “Let's just sit down for a moment and enjoy the ocean view, shall we?"

  A beach blanket and a large parasol greeted them on the top of the rise. He gently helped her to the ground and sat down beside her. He grabbed a thick towel and began to dry her off. Slowly, the warmth returned to her trembling limbs.

  "Where the heck did all these things come from?” She frowned. “A prehistoric Wal-Mart?"

  "Cute.” He chuckled, rubbing her wet head vigorously. “It's good you can keep your sense of humor in the face of danger. You're a natural time traveler, Shelby. Was there any doubt about it?"

  She grabbed his hand and made him look her in the face. “Stop humoring me, Quentin. You told me there weren't any dinosaurs around here."

  "There aren't, but that doesn't mean there aren't animals living in the ocean ... very hungry animals."

  Her eyebrows rose a foot. “Are you saying that thing was a shark?"

  He nodded. “Yeah, that's probably what it was—a shark or one of his distant cousins. Sharks have been around for some time at this point. And they wouldn't mind snacking on a juicy swimmer in this time period any less than they do in the modern world."

  Shelby crossed her arms about her naked chest and shivered. “Ooo! I hate sharks. I despise sharks! Mel and I stayed up late one night watching old movies, and we saw the original Jaws. That's enough for me to stay on dry land for a very long time. I would have never dived into the water if I'd known there were sharks around here."

  She shakily stood and walked over to her pile of clothes and began looking for her underwear. “Where did the beach party supplies come from?"

  "I brought them in another capsule on my key chain. The time device shrinks them down so they can travel compactly. And there's no need to put those binding things back on. I brought some sun block.” Quentin reached into his pocket and tossed her a small tube. “Just a couple of dabs of this concentrated stuff will keep that freckle-fair skin of yours safe in this blistering sunshine."

  She quickly rubbed the slippery oil over her face, shoulders, arms and legs. She giggled as his eyes began to glaze over while she slowly caressed her stomach and breasts. “You go nude sunbathing a lot?” she teased.

  "Occasionally.” He grinned. “I love skinny dipping, but I hate a sunburned ass."

  She laughed. “You'd better help me put some lotion on mine then."

  She turned around and bent over. Taking the hint he was immediately at her side. His lips brushed up against her shoulder blades as she heard him drop his pants.

  "Wanna give these prehistoric creatures some lessons in sexual reproduction?” he murmured

  "Don't crabs and sharks know how to do it already?"

  He chuckled. “Not quite as well as you do.” The tip of his cock rubbed some of its own slippery liquid against her cunt opening. “Give me the tube and I'll put some oil on your backside."

  She passed it to him and sighed. “Funny, it sure feels like you've got your own lotion going back there."

  "I do, I do. But I want to make sure you don't get too tanned by the sun while I tan your cute butt cheeks with my hands."

  She started to turn around. “You're going to what?"

  "Resume the position and kneel,” he ordered. He knelt as well and forced her to remain facing away from him, her milky white buttocks thrust upward. “I promise you'll enjoy it. But first a little sun block."

  He slicked up his palms and began to knead her back and shoulders until Shelby felt like butter melting into the warm sand. Then he rubbed a little of the oil on himself, thoroughly wiping his hands dry on his legs.

  Whack! The stinging swat to her ass made her jump. “Why you..."

  Quentin teased her opening with his cock some more. She moaned.

  "You like that?” He reached up and fingered her clit. Shelby let loose a squeal and burrowed her knees into the sand deeper. “Yes, that's good. Prepare yourself for my next move."

  Whack! Whack! The contact stung her buttocks, but Quentin generously rewarded her with another clit massage.

  "Just fuck me and skip the spanking nonsense,” Shelby demanded.

  Whack! “That's not how you ask for it. I'm not sure you want my cock in your pussy."

  "I do—I do! Can't you tell that I want you to fuck me?"

  He inserted a finger into her and began stimulating her g-spot. “I'm not entirely convinced yet.” She groaned and her juices began to flow even faster.

  "Come on, Quentin. Don't leave me hanging like this.” Whack! Whack! “Ow! That burns."

  "Does it?” He rubbed his tip across her red buttocks. “Cool it down any?"

  Goodness! She felt really turned on by the spanking, but she couldn't let him know that. “Stop being such a tease and fuck me!"

  "I'm a tease? You prance about an empty beach waving those cute ass cheeks about shamelessly and you call me a tease?” Whack! “That's what naughty girls get for being so forward."

  "Forward? Who broke into my home?"

  Whack! “Who brazenly invited a complete stranger from the future into her bed?"

  "Me. And who fucked my cousin?"

  Whack! “And who fucked her cousin's boyfriend and has an interesting hickey on her neck to prove it?"

  "You got me there.” Whack! The burning sensation on her buttocks was driving her close to the edge.

  "Had enough?” He chuckled. Whack! Whack!

  "Hmm, not really.” Shelby groaned and arched her back, raising her buttocks closer to him. “I don't know what's become of my inhibitions these past few days. I actually like having my ass spanked on a deserted island in the land time forgot."

  "You do?” Whack! As the tingle of his handprint faded, he slipped his cock into her slick passage and moaned. “Yes, I can tell that you do."

  Quentin pounded relentlessly into her, his balls bouncing hard against her pussy until it pulsed and clenched about his cock. She tossed her head back, whimpering as the spiraling sensations of her climax wrapped around her again and again.

  Whack!

  "What was that for?” she muttered, collapsing into the soft sand.

  "For good measure—and for coming so quickly."

  Laughing, he rolled her to her back and lifted her legs up high. Digging himself deeper into the beach with his hands and knees, he gradually lowered her legs until her knees hung loosely over his shoulders, gripping her buttocks tightly with one hand as the other massaged her clit. With one swift thrust he impaled her onto his erection, each stroke deeper than the last.

  "Wow, that's intense!” Arching her back higher, Shelby matched his rhythm with her hip tilts. The dizzying assault would take her to bliss-filled heights she was only dimly aware of. Her hands fell to her breasts, circling t
he rosy areolas lazily until their tips stood tall and proud in the ancient sunlight. She bit her lip hard as the orgasmic shudders began to mount.

  "Don't hold back,” he said, panting heavily. “There's not another human on the planet to hear us."

  "W-what about land sharks? I don't want to get eaten by drawing undue attention to us."

  "There's no land animal that big or dangerous here. Scream all you want."

  "Okay.” She took a deep breath and shouted, “Fuck me, Quentin. Fuck me hard and fast! Harder—now faster! Yes!"

  Howling like a wolf that wouldn't be seen in these parts for millions of years, Shelby cried louder and longer than she'd ever thought possible. Her sound effects alone caused her to climax and threatened to deafen them both. Each ripple of clenching and unclenching pussy muscles crashing over her promised yet another round. Supernovae exploded in broad daylight before her closed eyes, blinding her with desire that went beyond lust. She knew what she wanted to try next.

  The golden sunlight glistened brightly, outlining Quentin's sweaty, muscular form, the smell of sex strong in the tropical breeze. Shelby licked her dry lips and motioned for him to halt. She lowered her legs and rolled over to her front, raising her red butt cheeks to him.

  "Spank me then fuck my ass, Quentin. I know you want to; all guys enjoy it."

  Moaning, he rubbed the head of his moist penis against her crevice. “I won't lie to you. Of course I'd enjoy it. But the more important question is will you?"

  She shrugged. “I don't know. I've never tried it. But I feel like experimenting today. I've been spanked, fucked, swallowed a load of cum and was fucked by my cousin's boyfriend in front of my current boyfriend while he fucked my cousin. What else is there to try?"

  Grinning, he slowly eased his length into her. Relaxed by her repeated climaxing, the penetration didn't hurt as much as she thought it would. Burying her elbows into the warm sand, she rested her head to the side and watched as her smiling lover slowly and gently pumped into her ass.

  "Ah! Tight. Perfect."

  "Glad you think so,” she purred. “I'm such a naughty girl. Aren't you going to spank me?"

  The excitement building up from their previous joining came readily apparent in the pulse of his cock. With a quick swat to her backside and a cry of surrender, his seed erupted deep within her. Linked together they collapsed to their sides. Soon they were rolling and splashing about in the quickly rising tide.

  Shelby rolled to her side and spit out a mouthful of seawater. “Nothing like a saltwater bath after some fun in the sun."

  Quentin scooped a handful of ocean and splattered it against her sweat-covered skin. “I've always wondered what you'd look like in a wet T-shirt."

  "Wet T-shirt?” She turned around and gasped at the incoming waves inching closer to their clothing. “Ohmigosh! We'd better save your shorts before your time board key chain gets washed out to sea!"

  They scrambled up the beach and rescued their garments before all was lost.

  "I guess we can lay out until we dry off.” She plopped down on the blanket and grabbed the towel to pat her tingling backside dry.

  "I don't think we're going to have the time to take a sunbath.” He pointed to the rough surf. “Notice how quickly the waves are crashing into shore. This beach may be completely submerged before we know it. Time to get on the road for our next port of call."

  Shelby tossed the towel to Quentin and quickly donned her clothing. “Where are we time traveling to next?"

  He chuckled. “That's for me to know and for you to figure out. I promise you'll love it or double your money back."

  * * * *

  "Did they say how much exactly they'd give us for Takahashi's hide?"

  The green-scaled humanoid shrugged his answer at his seven-foot tall, black leather harness-wearing boss then turned to exit the chamber. “You know how those bureaucrats at the Time Agency act—always looking to save a credit or two even if the whole of existence hangs in the balance. But it was a sizable amount."

  Chuckling, the giant threw himself onto a red leather chaise lounge and tossed his small whip aside. This news excited him more than his sadistic sex games. “I know exactly how cheap they are. They're so cheap they can't even bring themselves to hire a decent assassin to take me out."

  The reptilian crewmember paused at the door. “Shall I tell them we'll deliver him then?"

  A soft moan escaped from a blue-skinned humanoid female tied spread eagle across a medieval-looking torture device. The giant rose and crossed to a rack containing a variety of his favorite tools before approaching the semi-conscious form. “Yeah, go ahead and close the deal. And be sure to turn the sound-dampening field all the way up in here after you leave. This one caterwauls like there's no tomorrow when we ... play."

  The giant arched a thin black eyebrow and grinned. “Perhaps she's right about tomorrow, eh?"

  Both men laughed.

  Chapter Seven

  Shelby felt in awe of the fabric of time opening and unraveling before her eyes, its majestic intricacy in equal parts both frightening and welcoming. However did mankind discover its mysteries and learn to access it to travel between points in the timeline? And why hadn't time travelers appeared in history before the twenty-first century? Or had they?

  So many questions she had for her enigmatic lover ... But before she knew it, they were sucked into the weave of bright lights and textures, surrounded by the claustrophobic, yet simultaneously freeing sensation of surfing the currents of time.

  You're getting better at this, Quentin thought into her mind. That's it. Relax your knees and allow them to work as shock absorbers.

  I don't know how you can get use to something this ... freaky. How do you steer this crazy thing?

  I don't. I program the device where I want it to take me and trust that it follows my instructions. Aside from an occasional hiccup in the time current, I've managed to get where I wanted to go ninety percent of the time.

  What happens the other ten percent?

  No answer.

  Quentin?

  You don't want to know. Besides, I can override the programming and surf on manual when necessary. I did it when I first found you. You were calling to me somehow. Your call drew me into your place and time.

  Are you saying—er, thinking—that we were meant to be together?

  He smiled and pulled her arms tighter about his waist. Hold on, here we go. I thought I'd take you someplace a bit closer to home. Let's see if you recognize it.

  The time corridor closed after them, its sparkling, twirling patterns of color blending into a sunlit plain. Shelby blinked several times to adjust her vision. A pinkish glow from a rising sun bounced off the steeply pitched, straw-covered roofs atop. The straw roofs were mounted on short shacks surrounding what she now realized was a tremendous flat plain.

  It had to be some kind of plaza, a central meeting place of sorts, but who lived here? Shelby turned about and caught sight of a massive wood and straw-thatched building standing on top of a square, four-tiered dirt pyramid, one hundred feet or more in height with steps running up its sides. A pair of slightly smaller twin mounds stood opposite this great mound. The silver glint of a wide, winding river glistened beyond the mound city as the eastern light reflected off its slow moving surface.

  "This place does seem familiar.” She absentmindedly tapped her index finger against her lips. “What time is it?"

  "About sunrise. The city is just waking up. Today should be an exciting day."

  "Exciting? What's so exciting about today?” She rubbed her shoulders. “Brr, it's a bit brisk, but I feel some hot, humid air, too. And what I meant by ‘what time is it?’ was what year is it?"

  Quentin glanced at his wristwatch chronometer. “About 1100 A.D. give or take a decade."

  "We're in medieval times?” Shelby frowned. “Where's the moat and castle? This village is surrounded by a high wooden stockade like an early pioneer fort. I figured we landed in the Old West
."

  He sighed and shook his head. “It's true then. How sad."

  She didn't care one bit for his patronizing tone. Slowly she crossed her arms and stuck out her chin. “What's true?"

  "They told us in time agent training classes about the inferior education twenty-first century Americans received, but I never believed it. How sad it is to think that my instructors actually knew what they were talking about for once."

  "Hey! We weren't all that poorly educated.” She scrunched up her nose in thought. “Were we?"

  "No comment!” Quentin chuckled. “Just try to be more open-minded. It's not ‘medieval times’ everywhere on planet Earth in 1100 A.D. There are many civilizations flourishing, some are even at their peak like this one. Think about it. There's a big muddy, meandering river nearby. Note the damp. You're very close to home."

  Shelby turned around and took in the scene once more. Ah-ha! She realized where they had landed now. She grinned and threw her arms about his neck.

  "Okay, so I was a bit disoriented after our last little stop. I know where we're standing now. I know the name of that hill. It's Monks Mound, the largest earthen construction in the New World. I visited here with my high school history class. We're across the river in Illinois. This is the abandoned city of Cahokia, right?"

  He pulled her into his arms and kissed her lips passionately before letting her go to wander about the empty plaza. “You've restored my faith in your century's educational system. Yes, people in your time called this city ‘Cahokia'. Actually its real name translates roughly to ‘the City of the Sun’ in the Mississippian tongue. I believe the correct pronunciation is..."

  "Kween-tan!"

  A party of bow and arrow-brandishing natives abruptly interrupted their conversation. Shelby tried hard not to stare, but it was difficult. They dressed in brightly patterned loincloths, sporting half-dollar-sized, ear spool earrings and deeply tanned, black line tattooed faces. She bit her lip and tried not to stare. These guys might feel at home in a Goth bar back home in the twenty-first century.