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I’ve been an amateur inventor, okay tinkerer, most of my life. At twelve I invented a machine that would pick up the droppings from our German Shepherd in our fenced backyard. Worked great but emptying it was, well, less than pleasant. Later I invented a self-cleaning telephone booth. Should have been a big seller but someone invented cell phones. When’s the last time you saw a phone booth?

Now, years after earning a degree in mechanical engineering and a second in electrical engineering, I was trying again. I’ve had a regular nine to five job for 40 years to pay the bills, but evenings and weekends I’m in my workshop. I’ve invented a number of things, including a beer bottle re-capper for when you don’t finish the entire bottle, automatic automobile sun visors that sense the sunlight and lower when needed, and a condom that unrolls itself over your, well, manhood.

Lately I’ve been fixated on inventing a transporter, like on that old space trek tv show. Or that movie where a guy gets turned into a fly. I’m making progress. I’ve sent inanimate objects including a coffee mug, pair of sunglasses, pen and others to, well, somewhere. I have no idea where they went and I haven’t been able to bring them back yet.

Tonight, after work, I went into my workshop and all the objects were back! I don’t know how, or when, since they weren’t here last night and I didn’t do anything to bring them back. But here they were. It was time to step up my experiments. Starting small I went out to the porch and snagged a moth attracted to the light. Putting it into my machine I hit the “Go” button and it vanished. Now to wait.

Two days later, Saturday, I rushed down to my workshop and the moth was back! Elation turned to despair as I realized it was also dead. Was it because of my machine, or old age? I had no way to know and knew no-one who performed autopsies on moths. I’d have to try again.

This time I chose a gecko. I sent it off and two days later it came back, not well but still alive. I poured over all my notes, triple checked my settings, and re-examined all my theories. I made some changes which I can’t tell you about because my patent hasn’t yet been approved, but I can say they worked. When I tried again with a squirrel it came back two days later seemingly in the best of health. When I set him loose he ran scurrying around, looking for acorns and the like. Pretty normal squirrel behavior.

It was time for a human test. At sixty-two, single, and celibate for several years I was the perfect candidate. With no family to miss me if the worst happened no one would care. I threw together a timer mechanism and set it for one minute, then got into my machine. It seemed like hours but eventually the timer hit zero and the machine activated.

A second later I found myself in an unfamiliar place. I took note of the exact spot – a specific seat in what appeared to be the bus station of some as yet unidentified city. I didn’t know if it mattered but thought it prudent to pay attention. Feeling the need to pee I looked around until I spotted the sign for restrooms and headed that direction.

After using the urinal I turned to the sink, to wash my hands as Mom had taught me. Once I finished soaping and rinsing, I looked up. The face in the mirror wasn’t my sixty year old, average looking man. Instead a rather handsome twenty-something looked back at me. Thinking this was some kind of trick I made funny faces, and the image mirrored them.

I reached into my pocket for my cell phone and pulled out a flip style I knew hadn’t been available for a couple of decades. Luckily it did have a camera, although I didn’t think the pixel count would be very high. I figured out how it worked and took a selfie, causing raised eyebrows on the guy at the next sink. I switched to the photo library and sure enough, the selfie I’d just taken matched the guy in the mirror.

With no idea what was going on I left the bus station and discovered it was dinner time here, wherever that was. Or is it is? Grammar was never my strong suit. I had credit cards and money in my wallet so I looked around until I found a restaurant that seemed decent and grabbed a table. After reviewing escort the menu and ordering I enjoyed a nice veal saltimbocca and glass of red wine, I settled up and left. Only later did I wonder why my card was accepted, but when I looked at it the expiration date was thirty-five years in the past.

‘Okay, I thought, I’m somewhere in the past and I’m the age I would have been back then. Doesn’t explain why I’m so much better looking but hey! why look a gift horse in the mouth?’

Walking down the street after eating I realized this was the entertainment district. In addition to many restaurants there were several dance clubs, some with live bands. It was still only nine so a bit early, but I decided to check a few out. A couple looked sketchy but most seemed decent. I selected one and paid the cover charge to enter.

Inside, I scoped the place out, then went to the bar for a drink. I couldn’t help but notice that the few women, mostly in twos and threes, were scoping me out. I’d never had that happen back in my ‘real’ life. I knew I liked it. Over the next half hour the club started filling up and by ten a few brave souls had ventured out onto the dance floor, including a couple of the women from earlier who were dancing with each other.

I was just people watching and sipping my second drink of the night when a very attractive blonde walked up and asked me to dance. I was a bit shocked as the only time in my life a woman asked me to dance was Sadie Hawkins day, back in high school. Nonetheless I’m not a fool so naturally I accepted.

When we got to the dance floor I was even more surprised when the music changed to a slow dance and she held her arms out for me to take the lead. I put one hand on her hip and the other on her back and held her with a small space between us. Her breasts were pressed to my chest and I wondered if that was a conscious decision or just her normal way to dance.

When Foreigner’s ‘I Want To Know What Love Is’ ended the DJ followed it with ‘The Vertical Expression (Of Horizontal Desire) by The Bellamy Brothers and she kept us together. With her head resting on my shoulder she softly sang along, in a very pretty, on-key voice. I couldn’t help but wonder if she was sending me a message.

When the next song was a fast one she said “Hi, I’m Sandra. May I buy you a drink?”

“Umm, sure, I suppose,” I replied, hardly my smoothest. “I’m Terry, by the way.”

We found two vacant stools at the bar and she motioned the bartender over. “What would you like,” she asked me.

“Johnny Walker Red, neat, please,” I answered, looking at the bartender.

“And I’ll have another Margarita, please.” Then to me, “I don’t recall ever having seen you here before. New in town?”

“Yes, actually, I just arrived this afternoon,” I explained. “It sounds like you’re a bit of a regular here.”

Laughing, she said, “Yes, just about every weekend. I love to dance, and to meet new people.” She gave me what I can only describe as a coquettish smile. Again I wondered what her objective was. “So where did you arrive her from?”

Although ‘the future’ would be the truthful and correct answer I knew it would only lead to being called a liar or worse. While I wasn’t sure what city I was in, everything thus far was in English so I concluded we were most likely still in the US. “I’ve been overseas for several decades,” I said.

“Ohhhhh, that sounds exciting. Where exactly?” she asked.

“Oh, many different places. I’m an Army brat so Dad got transferred around. Then, after college, I became a consulting engineer, working on many different problems for a variety of companies. Actually pretty boring. What do you do, other than dance and sing divinely?”

“Why, thank you, Terry. I’m an administrative assistant at a law firm. Which mostly consists of dodging the pinches and innuendos of the lecherous partners,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“Sorry to hear that,” I said in what I hoped was a consoling tone.

“It’s nice to know they find me attractive but jeeze! they’re all old enough to be my father or grandfather!” she replied. “But enough of that junk. Would you like to get out of here and go somewhere quieter?”

“Sure, if you know of someplace. I’m new in town, remember.”

“Well, escort bayan my place isn’t far and my roommate is on a road trip with her boyfriend, so we’ll have it all to ourselves,” she said smiling again.

After she paid the bill and stood facing me between our stools I noticed her nipples were visible and clearly large and erect. As it wasn’t cold in the club my best guess was that she was sexually excited. ‘This could get interesting,’ I thought to myself.

She called a cab and it appeared just a couple of minutes after we exited the club. Obviously the cabbies all knew there would be high demand for rides after people had been drinking. Getting in she gave the driver her address and five minutes later we arrived. I insisted on paying for the cab ride as she’d bought drinks.

Her apartment building appeared to be well kept up. She unlocked the front door and pressed the button for the elevator. When it arrived we entered and she pushed 4. When we got to the fourth floor, she turned left and three doors down stopped in front of 406. Another key unlocked this door and then we entered, closing and locking the door behind us.

“Very nice,” I commented, after looking around the living room with a dining area off to the side, before the kitchen. It was nicely decorated, clearly feminine but not overly so. Most of the furniture was in muted pastel colors, punctuated by bold colors and patterns on the throw pillows as well as the artwork on the walls.

“Thanks, my roommate has excellent taste and has taught me much about decorating,” she said. “Can I get you a drink? I don’t think we have Johnnie Walker but I think there is some kind of scotch. Let’s see…’Oban’? Is that okay?”

She pronounced it to rhyme with ban, as in to outlaw something, rather than ‘bahn’, which is correct, but either way it would taste as good. “That’s great, thanks. It’s a very nice single malt.”

Sandra poured the scotch for me and mixed herself a rum and diet coke then led the way back into the living room. “I’ll be right back, I want to change into something more comfortable.”

A few minutes later she returned, wearing Daisy Dukes and a nearly sheer top. I’d felt a bra strap when we danced but I was now able to clearly see her dark nipple through the thin material. ‘That has to be a come-on’ I thought to myself.

“Let’s dance,” she said as she tuned the radio to a station that played slow dance music. She came over to where I was sitting and reached out her hand. I took it and stood and she immediately wrapped her arms around me and pressed her breasts into my chest.

I slid my right hand under her shirt and rubbed it softly over her back. She hugged even tighter and twisted her hips back and forth, rubbing her nipples across my chest. “Mmmmm” she moaned, “that feels nice.”

“I know lots of things that feel nice, some even much nicer than this,” I said.

“Well, we should explore those things I think.”

Breaking our embraces but staying close I moved my hands to her blouse and unbuttoned the first button. When she didn’t protest I unbuttoned each of the remaining three and then took her breasts in my hands. Squeezing them gently I rubbed my palms over her already erect nipples and was rewarded with more, stronger moans.

I leaned down and took a nipple between my lips. As I suckled her my tongue danced back and forth across the tip. “Jeeze that feels fantastic! I need you now!”

She pushed my face away and let her blouse fall off her shoulders onto the floor. Grabbing my hand she led us into her bedroom, immediately ripping back the bedspread and top sheet. She turned to face me and unsnapped her shorts, letting them fall to the floor. She wore no panties.

“You’re very over-dressed,” she said as she unbuckled my belt and opened my pants, pushing them down over my hips. I took my shirt off and stepped on the heel of my shoe to pull my foot out, repeating that with the other one. She sat me on the bed and kneeled down to pull my socks and pants off. Grabbing the waistband of my boxers she motioned for me to lift my hips then took those off as well.

“Very nice,” she said as she first admired then reached out and took my cock in her hand. Over my years of celibacy I had bayan escort nearly forgotten how soft and warm a woman’s hands can feel there. She slowly stroked her hand up and down my hardened shaft, studying it intently. She raised her left hand and cupped my sac, rolling my balls around like marbles.

She leaned in and blew hot breath on the tip of my cock, followed by a soft kiss and lick. I started moaning and sucking air in through my teeth. I felt her lips surround my head and her tongue explore my hole. “Jeeze, Sandra, that feels incredible!”

My compliment seemed to spur her on as she lowered her head taking more of me in her mouth. I kept waiting for her to stop until I felt her nose nudge my scrotum, and my head bump the back of her throat. ‘Deep throat, hmmm. Talented,’ I thought.

Sandra kept working my cock, pulling her mouth nearly off then sliding it all the way back on. Each time she reached the top she teased my frenulum and urethra with her tongue, holding my ridge tightly between her lips. “God you feel so good on me!” I told her.

She obviously had a plan as she used one hand to stroke my shaft behind her mouth and the other to fondle my balls. Keeping my balls cupped in the palm of her hand she stretched her middle finger out and rimmed my asshole with it, causing me to lift my hips and drive deep into her mouth.

Her hand disappeared for a moment and when it returned her finger was slick with her juices. After circling my hole several times she put the tip right on it and pushed. Her finger slid into my ass and she began slowly fucking it.

“I’m going to cum!” I cried out. “Mmmm hmmmm” she mumbled around my cock. I knew it was inevitable at this point and warned her once again “Now, I’m about to cum.” She kept sucking and stroking as I started shooting my cum into her mouth. She stopped stroking but kept sucking until she had every drop from me.

Pulling off she looked into my face and opened her mouth, displaying my cum on her tongue. She closed her mouth, swallowed, then opened again to show it empty. “Tasty. Thank you!” she declared.

I wanted to return the favor but give her the choice. “Shall I go down on you or would you rather sit on my face?” I asked.

“Tough choice. Maybe both, we’ll see. Let’s start with you between my legs,” she replied, lying back.

I got between her legs and slipped my hands under her ass, palms grabbing and squeezing her cheeks. I inhaled deeply, relishing the aroma of her sexual excitement. I studied her pussy as she had my cock. The labia were shaved or waxed bare, just as I like, and an arrow about one inch wide pointed down from her abdomen to her clit. The clit was large but not overly so, and the tip was already peaking out of its little hood.

Her inner labia were swollen with excitement, pushing beyond her outer labia. Her opening was pulsing and each pulse squeezed a little more juice from inside, to run down towards her perineum. “Ohhhhh, please,” she moaned and I knew I’d let her wait long enough.

Putting the tip of my tongue at the bottom of her slit I tasted her for the first time. She had a sweet, natural flavor and a slick texture. I pushed my tongue into her and then ran it all the way up her slit, stopping just before touching her clit. Her moans grew louder and louder, and closer together.

I pushed two fingers of my right hand deep inside her, and curled them back as I sought her G-spot. Feeling the slight roughness told me I had succeeded and rubbing it back and forth with my fingertips started her bucking.

I took her clit between my lips and flicked the tip of my tongue over it, throwing Sandra into convulsions. “Fuck! Terry, you’re going to make me cum!” It was my turn to ‘mmmm hmmmm’ without stopping anything I was doing.

I pumped my fingers in and out of her pussy, rubbing her G-spot each time. “Arrrrrrrrgggghhhhhhh!” she literally screamed at what I thought must be the top of her voice. She bucked her hips at least a foot off the bed, nearly causing me to lose my grip on her clit, but I stuck with it until she collapsed back on the bed, exhausted and complete.

I removed my lips and climbed up the bed to lie beside her. She turned her face to mine and leaned in for a kiss from my pussy-juice drenched lips. Ending the kiss she licked her lips and grinned. “I hope you don’t have anywhere you absolutely need to be tonight,” she said, reminding me that I actually didn’t have any place to stay for the night. Or perhaps I now did.

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