Take Her Outside

I stand up and try moving my chair. No problem. I walk over to the rude woman and raise her left arm. That works, it just stays where I put it. I turn her hand so her coffee cup is upside down. The coffee stays inside the cup, just hanging there. I put my arms around her waist and drag her backwards away from the counter. I don’t know how much she weighs, but I guess that this is no different now to if she was not frozen in time, except of course if I dragged her away under normal circumstances she would probably give me a blast of pepper spray and call the police.

I drag her out of the coffee shop and around the corner. The barista will be over the moon when all of a sudden, pop! The annoying rude lady has just vanished into thin air!

I almost leave her there, round the corner near the bins, but then I think about her just walking back into the café. She would probably be confused and disorientated, and probably even more annoyed and obnoxious than before.

Then I have another idea: I’m going to take all of her clothes away, that way she wouldn’t dare go back to hassle that guy.

I unbutton and remove her jacket and skirt, then her blouse. She’s got nice legs under there, and, actually, lovely pert breasts. And her ass is amazing. I look at her, standing in the street in her underwear; if it weren’t for the scowl on her face she would be quite beautiful. She has shoulder length black hair, big brown eyes and full red lips. I use my thumb to open her mouth. That works. I close it again. I move her lips into a smile. That’s better. I decide to go further. I lay her on the floor then roll her tights down to her ankles. I take her shoes off – black high heels, they look expensive – and pull the tights off her feet. Then I figure I might as well take her panties. And her bra. I put her shoes back on, I like the way she looks in the heels.

I stand her upright again. She is stunning, actually. Such a shame she had to be a total bitch. I feel her breasts. Soft, firm, just how you would expect if time hadn't stopped. I squeeze her bum. I’ve got a raging boner, this wasn’t part of the plan. I stroke her cunt, she's dry. Makes sense, I suppose. I wonder if I toyed her with a vibrator, would she climax when time starts again? Would a vibrator even work if time has stopped? Who knows?

I figure, since time has stopped and nobody can see me, I can take my cock out. I curl her fingers around the shaft, pressing them so she is holding me tightly. I thrust my hips against her hand a few times. It’s okay, but I might as well be fucking a drain.

I put her up against a lamp post and position her hands behind it. I look at her, I’m not satisfied with this. I spread her legs open. Better. I make her squat down, feet together, knees wide apart and raise her hands above her head. That’s it. I use her tights to tie her arms and feet to the pole and put the rest of her clothes in one of the bins.

I’m stroking my cock as I stand back to survey the scene I’ve created. I look at her, exposed and tied up, in public. Did she deserve this? Does being obnoxious to a barista warrant this sort of punishment? Fucking right it does. I’m rubbing harder, I’m about to cum. I step forward, in that moment I want to cover her face and tits. My dick is right in front of her face as the first rope splatters across her nose. Then another over her lips. I get one in her hair, and then more over her tits. It’s weird, it’s not dripping, just sitting on her skin in pearls.

Well, at least I’ve done my good deed for today. I put my cock away, go back into the café and sit down at my table with my book.