Future Jump

You decide to jump forward two thousand years. You set your time machine for two thousand years before you pause: where should you land it. You really don't want to end up underground. You decide to make it indestructible and able to fly so you land safely. Then you set it to a thousand feet above your current location.

You press the button and suddenly you're on the roof of a building. Lucky guess. Wait, of course it was, you never turned your luck back down.

You look out at the city. It looks vastly different, with the buildings seeming to be made out of some weird alloy. In the sky, you can see lights from what look to be very large man-made satellites. It's truly a sight to behold.

You decide to go down off the roof for now. You go through the roof door, which is made of the same weird alloy, and end up in a hallway not looking too different from your world, except for the lighting, which seems to come out of the walls, leaving nothing in shadow.

As you walk down the hallway, the wall opens up suddenly and a petite redheaded woman steps out. She's topless of course, with what you assume to be B-cup breasts since that's the lower end you set. Far more fascinating than that are what appear to be tattoos dancing across her skin, forming designs and fading just as quick. As you watch, you see an image of her sucking your cock in an image on her chest. The image fades just as quick, leaving you wondering if that was just your imagination.

"Who are you? I've never seen you in this apartment building before." She says warily.

You try to think how best to put her at ease. Finally, you decide on a half-truth. "I'm new to this building."

You see her visibly relax.

"Hi, I'm Rebekia." You're kind of shocked names have changed so little over 2000 years.

"I'm Nick. Nice to meet you." You hold out your hand for her to shake.

She looks at the offered hand curiously, then gives you a quick peck on the lips. Her lips are soft and full.

"What was that for?" You sputter, surprised but enjoying it.

"What do you mean? It's just what you do to greet people. What were you doing with your hand?"

"Trying to shake your hand?" At this point it's pretty clear you're both a little confused.

"Eww. Hands are all sweaty, why would you want to do that?" She has a point here, but you fail to see how her option was any better in terms of hygiene.

"But mouths are all- " You start to say before you stop short. Clearly this time has different customs and it's not worth the effort and possibly causing even more confusion.