The Timestop Gift

Sunday 10/14/18, 10:21pm. The fire crackled in the fireplace loudly in the silence. John fidgeted in the oversized armchair. Animal heads and fur rugs covered the dimly lit room. John's grandfathers house was a thing out of a movie. He sighed audibly as he waited. His grandfather, Gregory, was very old and very late. John wasn't sure why he had come. He'd gotten a letter from the old man in the mail. A letter. He shouldn't have been surprised. John didn't even think this house had electricity.

The letter had told John to come meet Gregory at 9pm today. He'd gotten the letter a week ago. He had thought he wouldn't come. Gregory was an old eccentric who should probably be in a nursing home. He had always said John was his favorite grandchild though. Maybe that was the reason he came. John smiled at the thought of Gregory. The old man had once caught him looking at porn on the internet when he was a teenager. He got very mad -- not that John was watching porn, but that John was doing it on the internet instead of "the good old-fashioned way." Gregory had given John several playboy magazines the next day. Crazy old man.

John stood up and began pacing. Gregory hadn't been home when he arrived. After knocking and waiting for a few minutes John had let himself in. The house had been freezing and dark so he had started the fire. Where the hell was that old man. John sat back down, reclining deep in the chair and allowing his eyes to droop shut.

"WAKE UP!" yelled a voice right next to him. John spasmed and fell out of the chair. He looked up from the ground. It was his grandfather. Gregory. The old man was tall and thin with a back hunched by age. He had wisps of white hair sticking out at every angle from his balding head and a large white beard that made him look somewhat like an old wizard. An old wizard dressed in a white suit and carrying a cane.

"Jesus Christ you scared me! Don't sneak up on me like that!" John said from the floor.

Gregory was bawling with laughter. "S-sorry Johnny boy..." he said stifling laughter and wiping away tears. "That never gets old..."

John grumbled as he got back to his feet. Gregory had a habit of sneaking up on people when they least expected it. He could move insanely quick and he was quiet as death. John never knew how such an old man could always sneak up on him. "Alright, alright enough laughing..." John said, a smile creeping onto his own face. "Why'd you call me here."

Gregory straightened his suit and calmed down from his fit of laughter. "Oh yes. Well. That. Do sit down boy."

John rolled his eyes at Gregory calling him "boy." John was 22 years old. He did as requested though. Gregory sat down on the floor cross-legged near the fireplace.

"Well, you see, I'm dying." Gregory said, leaning back and looking at John.

John scoffed "you're like 100 years old -- of course you're dying. You called me here for that?"

Gregory shook his head "no, I mean I'm dying soon. Like... right now."

"What are you talking about old man?" John said, the mirth beginning to disappear from his voice.

"Oh it's nothing I didn't see coming. I've known the exact moment of my death for decades now." He looked down at his watch and tapped it gently. "I'm glad you came. Would have been a shame for this to be lost. I'm sure you'll use it just as frivolously as I have. That's why I'm giving it to you."

John didn't say anything. Was this another one of Gregory's practical jokes? Sure, he was old -- but not THAT old. He was 82 if John remembered correctly. And in great shape for his age. Still... This was rather strange.

"Oh don't look so glum boy! I'm giving you a wonderful gift!" Gregory smiled as he laid down flat on his back, gesturing backwards towards John as he talked.

"And what's that...? And why do you think you're dying?"

"Don't think. Know. I know I'm dying. Only a few minutes left now. That's alright though. You wouldn't believe how much crazy living I've gotten done in the last... oh... 15 minutes or so. China is beautiful this time of year." Gregory let out a hacking cough.

Now John was concerned. He wasn't a doctor but that sounded like there was water in his lungs. "Um... alright gramps, lets... get you to the doctor ok?"

Gregory went into another laughing fit that subsided into coughing. "No, they can't do anything. You'll see. Now. Please listen. I need to explain how my watch works."

"What? No we need to-"John stopped talking. Gregory was... gone! One second he had been laying on the rug, the next... he had just disappeared. Like he had never been there. John rubbed his eyes.

"BOO!" Gregory shouted from behind him. This time John leapt from his chair and went flying half way across the room.

"W-what?!" John said in staggered disbelief as he stood up again.

"Got your attention now boy?" Gregory said from behind the armchair. He walked out from behind the chair tapping his watch. "This watch -- this watch means everything. There's no time to explain much; I waited too long for that unfortunately. I suppose I could write it down but god that would be a bore..."

"I..." John stammered.

"But no!" Gregory cut in. "No, I'll just tell you. Look, John, this watch stops time."

John looked at Gregory in complete disbelief. "Right... ok Gramps I really think we should-" John cut off again. His grandfather had sighed, pushed a button on his watch... and disappeared. John shouted in shock as Gregory appeared ten feet away.

"Ta-da!" Gregory called while waving jazz hands. He clicked his watch again and suddenly he was by the fireplace... roasting a marshmallow.

"That's.... What?" John stammered, unable to believe his eyes.

"Oh for god sakes Johnny boy I know you're a slow one but try to catch up. Oh! Wait here!" Gregory slapped his watch again and a moment later he was at the other end of the room... wearing a Hawaiian shirt and carrying a margarita. "Oh! Right. You're still here." Gregory said. "Sorry I sort of forgot. Maui is nice this time of year too. Long walk though..."

John plopped down onto the ground.

"Ready to listen?" Gregory said, taking a sip of his drink,

John didn't answer.

"Goooood!" Gregory said as he sauntered over to the armchair and sat down. "Like I was saying a few seconds ago, this watch stops time. Simply press this button, and everything freezes. Everything but the wearer of the watch that is. A friend of mine from the war gave it to me a long time ago, when he knew his time was up. Now I know my time is up, and I'm giving it to you." Gregory cleared his throat. "You getting all this boy?"

John cleared his throat. Could it be true? How else could he explain what he had just seen? Was he going insane? "How... how do you know your time is up?"

Gregory laughed. "That's the first question you go with? Ok, sure. I know my time is up because right here-" Gregory pointed to his watch "there is a little space where the date would be on a regular watch. Except this one says the day, year, and time of the wearers death. Nifty little thing don't you think?"

"And... so it says you are going to die?" John mouthed slowly, his brain slow like jelly.

"That's right kiddo. So, like I was saying, push the button and time stops. Push it again and it starts again. Try not to let anyone see you when you stop or start time. Best to do it in an empty room where no one can see you. Bathrooms work great. If someone sees you popping in and out of existence like you just saw me doing they might get suspicious. Besides that, you don't really need to be too careful. Having time paused does weird things. One of those things is screwing with your body. Don't worry, it doesn't hurt. But when time is stopped you won't leave discernable fingerprints, and if you leave any part of you behind -- like a hair cell or something like that -- it won't contain your DNA. Don't know why that's the case, just know it is. If it wasn't, well, you'd have a lot more aunts and uncles."

John blinked. What the hell was Gregory talking about?

Gregory looked at his watch, cursed lightly under his breath, and sped up the pace of his talking. "People don't feel anything you do to them while time is stopped. They will feel... consequences of you touching them though. If you catch my drift..." Gregory sighed, looking at Josh's dumbfounded face. "Jesus Christ I have to spell it out. If you fuck a girl's face while time is stopped she won't feel it. If you make sure she's in the same place she was when time stopped, she probably won't even notice anything has happened once time starts again. But, cum in that girl's mouth while time is stopped, and you bet she'll know something happened when time starts again, and she suddenly has a mouth full of cum. So be careful with things like that. Not saying don't do it! Just saying do it wisely."

John was speechless. What the hell was going on.

"Oh would you look at the time! When you move someone else's body while time is stopped, a faint image of them will remain where they were when time stopped. If you move them back into place with that image before starting time again they probably won't notice anything happened." Gregory glanced down at his watch. "Any questions?"

John just stared at his grandfather, brain trying to process everything he just heard.

"Good! Because I am just... about... out... of...... Wait for it... TIME!" He gave a little salute with one hand and... burst into dust.

John jumped. It was a strange thing to see. Suddenly Gregory's body was just... dust. It fell to the ground in a big puff. The watch clanked onto the ground and the cloths fell in a heap. John felt himself moving. Slowly, he staggered over to the settling dust and reached down, picking up the watch.

Was it true? How could it not be given everything he had just seen? It... all made sense in a silly sort of way. Gregory never had a job after the war. He just became independently wealthy. No one in the family knew where he was getting his money from. If this was all true... he could have just stolen it...

John blew on the watch and brushed it with his fingers to get the dust off. Then, with surprisingly steady hands, he unclasped the watch, put it around his wrist, and clasped it on. He jumped a bit as there was a soft whirring sound. He looked down at the face of the watch. Near the 6 was a string of number. 06 12 2091 1431. John blinked. The 12th of June, 2091 at 2:31pm. That's when he was going to die. He did some quick mental math. 95. Jesus he was going to live to be 95? That was... damn good.

John paced back and forth a bit. Then, he slowly reached down and clicked the button on the watch. There was a small metallic ping... and... John looked around. And his heart leapt into his throat. The fire. It had... stopped. The flames were standing completely still. It was true...

Tuesday 10/16/18, 6:44pm. Christmas music played as John walked down isle 4 at his local Trader Joe's. Christmas music. Before Halloween. He would never understand stores. He gripped his shopping cart tightly. The watch was heavy on his arm. He couldn't take it off. He'd discovered that shortly after putting it on and starting time again after the first time he stopped it. Gramps hadn't mentioned that one. He shook his head. He'd called in sick to work the past two days. He'd just been trying to figure things out in his head. What the hell was he going to do? Why had Gregory given the watch to him? He jumped a bit as his cart ran into another. He had walked out of the end of the isle and ran right into someone else. "Oh I'm-" he began to say.

Standing in front of him was a young blonde woman on her phone. She looked like a college student. She was very attractive. Long bangs and long hair. Perky breasts and a slim figure accentuated by a white tight fitting shirt that showed a great deal of cleavage and a short pink skirt. "What the fuck is wrong with you dickhead?" she said as she glared at him. "Ugh no not you," she said into her phone. "some loser just hit me with his cart." She rolled her eyes and pushed her cart away.

John stood there motionless for a second. He then left his cart and walked over to a nearby employee. "Excuse me," he said "where is your restroom?"

The restroom was empty when John arrived. He went into a stall anyway and clicked his watch. He then opened the stall door. Heart beating, he walked back into the store. Everything was perfectly still. The Christmas music had stopped. No one was moving. Everyone stood frozen like mannequins.

John cautiously walked out. "Hello?" he called into the store. No response. He walked over to the nearest person. A short man holding a basket and looking at milk. John lifted the man's arm up. Sure enough, just like Gregory had said, there was a faint image left of where his hand had been. John slid the hand back into place.

He them went back to the restroom and started time again. Quickly John peeked out of the restroom. The Christmas music was back on... and the man John had touched was still just looking at his milk. He hadn't noticed anything. John closed the door and stopped time again. He walked back over to the man. He slapped the man across the face. His head jerked to the side with the force of his blow. John pulled the man over, pushing him to the ground. The faint image remained.

John then stood the man back up and began poking and prodding his body, so it lined up with the faint image. It wasn't easy. It actually took quite a long time. John wasn't sure how long, but it felt like at last half an hour or so. Maybe more.

Finally he stood back. The man looked like all the other people. He was directly on top of his image. John moved back to the bathroom, heart pounding. He closed the door, started time again, and peeked out. The man... just kept looking at the milk. He shifted on his feet and scratched his nose... but no other reaction! He had no idea.

John closed the door again. It worked. It completely worked. Just like Gregory had said. Alright. A surge of giddiness rose through him. He could do whatever he wanted. He stopped time again and strode out of the restroom. He weaved his way through the motionless people until he found who he was looking for. The bitchy young blonde woman. She was bending over to reach some yogurt. Her back was arched seductively while she was doing it. Perfect. John walked over and pulled her pink skirt up. She was wearing black lacy underwear. God this was so fucking wonderful. He looked around. There was a cute K-pop looking Korean girl nearby. John stepped over to her. "Excuse me," he said politely to the frozen girl. "Would you mind if I borrowed this?" John pointed at her mouth. "No? Great!" John pushed her knees forwards and pushed her to a sitting position. He pressed his fingers between her lips and opened her mouth. John fumbled with his pants and pulled his cock out. It was already hard. He slid his tip past her lips and pressed forwards. Her mouth was hot. It opened to make room for his cock. He grabbed her by the hair and pressed himself forwards. "Ooooh fuck yeah..." he moaned as his cock slid past her tonsils and down her throat. He buried himself in her mouth until his balls slapped against her chin. God this could feel so good when the girl wasn't choking, complaining about air, or pushing him off because he was "too deep." He slammed the girls head up and down, moving it like he would a sex toy. He moaned as his orgasm approached, but managed to pull out before cumming. He sat there, holding her head for a moment, desperately just trying not to cum. He barely managed it. He stood up. He laughed a nervous laugh as he saw the mess he had made. The girl's lipstick was smeared all over her lower face and it covered his spit-soaked dick. Fuck. He hadn't thought of that.

Oh well. What was done was done. He was still painfully horny and wanted release and revenge. He turned back to the bent over blonde. Her skirt was still up where he left it. Her plump cheeks tantalizing him. He stepped forwards and pulled her panties aside, revealing her pussy lips. "Bitch," he said "meet my dickhead." He gestured to his lipstick and spit smeared cock. Then he lined himself up with her and grabbed her by the hips. "Oh fuck..." he moaned as he sunk his cock into her hole. With the lubrication he slid in easily. He pushed forwards, burying himself all the way inside of her. She was tight and slim. As he pulled her all the way back her perky ass bumped into his chest.

John settled into a steady pace, fucking into the blonde bitch. To his pleasant surprise, he could hear her ass slapping against his chest with each thrust despite time being stopped. "Oh fuck yeah... I'll teach you to talk to me like that you little whore." John muttered as he bent over her. Reaching around her he grabbed her shirt and pulled it down to let her large breasts plop forwards. John massaged them firmly in his hands as he continued thrusting into her. Her cunt was slopping wet now and was releasing pleasant squelching sounds with each thrust.

"Alright bitch, enjoy the cum!" John said as he neared orgasm. He thrusted quicker into her tight hole then finally found release, slamming his cock forwards and cumming deep inside so his juice would remain inside her once time started again. "Uhhh fuck you feel good..." John moaned as his cock clenched and deposited it's last few drops of cum in the girl.

He then pulled back and examined what he had done. Her pussy hole still gaped after his cock was removed from her. Her lips were smeared with frothy sex juices and red lipstick. Shit. Well. This was going to take some time to clean up.

John walked around the store and came to an isle with baby wipes. He opened the package and took some out. He then went about cleaning up. First he went to the Korean girl and cleaned her face. After a while of rummaging in her purse he found her lipstick. It took a while to put that on decently well. John wasn't particularly accomplished at applying women's makeup. Though, after a while of work she looked fairly good. It took a long time to set her up properly. Getting her face and mouth into the correct position was a lot harder than just repositioning limbs.

How much time was passing? He had no idea. Surely it must have been a few hours. He wasn't feeling hungry though. Strange. He continued his work. He wanted to finish and make sure everything was right before he forgot about something. The blonde bitches pussy was much more difficult to clean than the Korean girls mouth. John wasn't really trying to get it completely clean though. Just most of the lipstick and juices off her lips. He'd leave the cum inside her. After sorting out her privates John pulled her panties back into position and lowered her skirt. He then began the arduous process of positioning her correctly. Man. This was a huge pain in the ass. It almost wasn't worth it. John smiled. Who was he kidding? Of course it was worth it.

After another stretch of curiously indeterminant time John was done positioning the blonde. He then put the wipe pack back and threw out the used ones in the men's bathroom. He was just about to return to the bathroom when he saw his cart and the things he was buying in it. What was he doing? Why was he going to buy things? It would be a pain in the ass to put them all back though.

Then John got a bright idea. He walked back over to the blonde and rummaged around in her purse. She found the woman's wallet and pulled it out. $150 cash. He slipped three 20 dollar bills out and replaced the rest. No need to get too greedy... Yet... Pocketing the cash he finally returned to the bathroom.

With a slightly nervous breath John started time again. He quickly left the bathroom and headed to where he could see the two women he had used. The Korean girl was still walking, the blonde still bent over looking at the cooler. The Korean grimaced and rubbed her jaw, but didn't do anything else. John moved his cart towards the blonde.