Chapter 6 – Angela and Sandra
Martin and MaryAnn drove home quietly. MaryAnn was a bit surprised at what had happened with the Asian waitress, but she assumed it was normal policy for the wait staff to do what the customers wanted. MaryAnn couldn’t wait to get Martin home where they could have some more fun.
“Mary, you want to drop by my place?” Martin asked, curious what she would say.
“Sure Marty, let’s go there,” she replied, a bit too anxiously.
The two quickly drove to his house. As they walked into the house both could see Sandra and Angela talking to one another. They had been friends for years so seeing his neighbor wasn’t surprising. What was, was that his mother still hadn’t got dressed. As Angela gestured excitedly, she firm breasts bounced up and down, not three inches from Sandra’s face.
When they walked into the front room they saw Angela talking with Sandra. The two women had been friends since Sandra moved in next-door four years prior. Angela, of course, had not deigned to get dressed, was sitting on the coach next to Sandra.
Sandra was still wearing the same blouse and pants she had earlier in the day. The two women were talking about how comfortable it was to not wearing clothing at home.
“I absolutely agree Angela, it’s so much easier to be nude at home,” Sandra beamed.
“Oh, Hi Marty, MaryAnn,” the large breasted neighbor said as she saw to the young people walk into the room.
“Now Sandra, why don’t you just take some of those stuffy cloths off right now and get comfortable,” Angela said, smiling at her friend.
“Oh, I can’t do that, it wouldn’t be right,” Sandra replied, somewhat taken aback.
“Sure you can Sandra, it’s perfectly normal,” Martin interjected, pressing the MC key.
“Oh, I just don’t know, well, hmmm, if you insist Angela,” Sandra said as she stood up and started removing her blouse. Throwing the blouse aside, she started working on her pants.
“And how ‘bout you young lady, you get out of that pretty dress this instant,” Angela said smiling brightly, looking over at MaryAnn.
“Huh?” was all the stunned teenager could say.
A moment later Sandra was stripped down to panties and bra. She looked at her bra for a moment then quickly unclasped it and let the cotton bra fall to the floor. The moment her breasts flung free, Martin froze time.
He caught MaryAnn in the act of staring at Sandra’s large tits, his mom looking over at MaryAnn waiting for her to obey, and Sandra staring down at her chest, obviously wondering what she was doing. MaryAnn had the cutest expression of confusion on her face, but also a hint of excitement (or at least Martin thought it was that).
As always, the room was eerily silent. A moment before everyone was moving, looking around, talking. Now everything was still. Martin walked over to Sandra. Her arms will still behind her back, just having unclasped her bra. Her head was staring straight at the floor, her brown hair hanging over her face. Martin thought she was extremely alluring, standing in his front room frozen in the act of stripping.
Carefully Martin raised her head so he could look at her face to face. She had an odd half-smile, as though she was fighting not to laugh. She looked pretty funny with her hair still frozen, but now her head facing straight ahead instead of down.
He then walked behind her and slowly positioned her arms straight out. Although pliant, he wanted a very special look, which took some time. He had to lift her off the ground to spread her legs, but as time wasn’t moving, she just hovered two feet over the ground. Carefully, he set her down when he was finished. When he finished posing her arms, he returned to stand in front of her. Sandra was now standing straight up, with her muscular arms set straight out from either side, her legs spread wide apart, showing everything she had. The odd smile was a bit annoying, but he couldn’t think of a way to fix that.
He stepped back to get a better look when he felt the onset of a major headache. Martin staggered to the couch but quite make it when he fell unconscious, falling hard to the floor, just in front of Sandra. Martin spiraled deeper and deeper into unconsciousness until he was on the verge of a coma. Although there was no pain, there was a distinct unpleasant feeling he experienced. It was almost as though he was trying to reach something he couldn’t manage to find.
He didn’t know how long it had been, but it seemed like a very long time. Maybe as much as a day had passed since he fell unconscious but when he finally awoke, everything and everyone was just the same as when he fell into unconsciousness.
Martin awoke to the scene just as he left it. Sandra was towering over him, totally exposed. Her arms were outstretched from her side as though she was modeling for the Vitruvian Man.
Pressing the MC button, Martin told the frozen form of Sandra to smile when time started, but to remain in the same position as she is now for as long as she can. He then told MaryAnn and Angela that Sandra posing for them was perfectly normal and to act accordingly.
He pressed the timestop button and returned to normal time. He was watching Sandra as he restarted time. He thought it looked funny the way her hair fell down as time restarted. She shifted slightly, but then the idea came to her that she had to stay in the same position. She smiled and restarted to posing for her friend.
“Oh, Sandra, you look perfect,” Angela said, turning to look at her friend, spread eagle. Angela got up and walked to her friend so she could get a better look.
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Jane finally arrived home after an exhausting ride. She couldn’t figure out what had gotten into her since meeting the two teenagers. The experience was odd, but she soon forgot about it while driving back to her large house outside of town.
The party she was holding this evening had made the society pages. It was her first gala event of the season so it must go perfectly, otherwise, she may not get invited to other such events.
She stormed out of her car and quickly walked up the walkway to the front of her house. She didn’t notice the servants looking at her strangely. She shrugged in her loose fitting clothing as she walked into the house. Her clothing felt decidedly strange as she bound up the stairs with uncommon vigor.
As she walked into James and her bedroom she ran into him. James was just getting dressed for their evening.
“What the hell!” James exclaimed as Jane walked into their room.
“What’s wrong with you Jimmy?” Jane replied, as she started to undress in front of her bureau. Finally unzipping her jacket and throwing it aside, she looked at her body in the large mirror. Unconsciously, she ran her hands across her supple young body.
“Who the hell are you?” James Bartholomew Simmons asked the young girl that was stripping in his bedroom.
“What are you talking about Jimmy, it’s me, Jane stupid,” Jane replied as she unclasped her bra, revealing her small but perky teenage breasts. Although the couple didn’t have sex often, when they did, Jane was always pleased with her husband’s attentions.
She turned around and walked over to her husband. Having been married for 20 years, Jane felt no self-consciousness around her aloof husband. She didn’t give it a second thought when she walked over to him half-naked.
James Simmons was a tall muscular man in his mid 40’s who tried to keep in shape but with the hours he worked found that harder and harder to maintain. James recognized a small birthmark on her left breast but little else about the young woman.
He looked around the luxurious bedroom and accidentally focused on a picture of he and Jane when they were in college. The girl in the picture looked little different to this young woman.
“Jane? What happened to you, you look so young?” James asked incredulously.
“Oh like, you know, I had some work done, nothing big man,” Jane said as she slowly rubbed her husbands chest, not noticing her manner of speech had changed to fit her new age.
Between her nubile young body and caressing, she had James turned on which was exactly what she wanted. She had been masturbating all afternoon and wanted something real before the big party. No longer caring what happened to his wife, James reached down and slowly kissed his young wife deeply on the mouth.
It didn’t take long for the two to realize that somehow, someway, Jane was now a virgin. She remembered her first time as though it was yesterday, she was 19 and in college. She had met James at a party and the two had been dating for two months. Although somewhat a prude, she couldn’t hold back, and had a painful, but wonderful experience with her future husband. That was 23 years ago she thought somewhat distractedly.
The pain was the same as then, and it surprised the young woman, but she let herself ride with the new sensation. James, slowly entered his young wife and felt her tense as he broke her newly acquired cherry. Although in his mid 40’s, James was still an active lover. Both his wife and girlfriend never left his bed unhappy. This time was no different.
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“Every woman between the ages of 16 and 40 must go topless while in this house, but will feel no embarrassment or discomfort because of this. Everyone in the house will act as though that is perfectly normal,” Martin gave a general command that should remain in effect.
Angela and MaryAnn looked at him for a moment while he gave the command as he hadn’t stopped time when he did it. Angela had been walking around her friend, looking closely at Sandra’s motionless form.
“Martin, can you help me with this dress,” MaryAnn asked Martin as she reached her back to unzip her silk dress.
“Huh, oh, sure, no problem,” Martin said as he helped his best friend strip down. Slowly, MaryAnn let her silk dress drop to the floor, exposing her bra and panties. Without giving it a second thought, MaryAnn removed her bra and threw it a few feet away.