Time stops for Brigitte

"Time paused. Ten minutes remaining."

The voice was crisp and clear in the abrupt silence that washed over the bar. Brigitte looked around, wondering if she had one too many beers. The bartender was in the middle of pouring a drink and the liquid was floating in the air.

"Whuhs going on?"

Brigitte found through her drunken stupor and reached for her rocket flail. Being a battle hardened veteran had honed her senses and she checked the perimeter carefully. Nothing was amiss aside from the almost impossible scenario she was witnessing.

"How did this even work? This makes no sense at all." She sliced the floating liquid with a finger, cutting a line through it.

"Five minutes remaining."

"I guess it'll end soon."

Brigitte sat back down at her seat and put down her weapon again. She looked to the side and saw Jacob. Her eyes were drawn to his impressive physique again, and to the bulge in his jeans. Curiosity got the better of her and she reached out to confirm. It was hard. Rock hard.

"Holy shit, why is he so hard? Is this normal for guys?" Jacob's guess was right. Brigitte had never gotten to third base with anyone, and had very limited experience with male genitalia. There was still time, so Brigitte went further and unzipped his jeans.

Brigitte's jaw dropped when the beast was unleashed. Jacob's cock was thick and long. She was immediately assaulted by his scent, built up over the day, strong yet strangely sweet at the same time. She gripped the shaft, marvelling at its girth and hot temperature.

"I can't imagine this thing going in me." She mused as she inspected it closely. It would reach so, so deep. Almost in a trance, Brigitte lowered her face until she was close enough to give the glans a lick. Salty, musty, but delicious.

Brigitte was slurping loudly on his cock when the one minute announcement came, snapping her out of her daze. She stuffed it back into his jeans and composed herself. As time resumed, the noise of the bar hit her all at once. The bartender started apologizing for spilling the drink he was pouring.

Brigitte was rubbing her legs together, her juices having soaked through her shorts. Her **** impaired judgment was not helping in the slightest. She just wanted Jacob's cock again, but he was almost like a bigger brother to her. Surely he would be disgusted if Brigitte were to propose a quick romp.

"Are you alright?" Jacob asked, noticing her flushed cheeks and odd behavior. "I think you've had enough for the night."

"Oh, yeah. Don't worry about me."