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Teleportation Leads to Passion #1

Somehow, jumping always left her in a state of heightened arousal

Dawn disappeared for exactly 15 seconds before reappearing on the roof of her childhood home. She stood there, clad only in the towel with which she had hardly finished wrapping herself just before the flash. This “power” of hers was becoming damn inconvenient and she needed to get it under control soon or it was going to do more than embarrass her. It could get her killed.

She began rubbing the fleshy area between her thumb and forefinger. It was a trick she had learned in therapy for her anxiety however it also seemed to allow her to relax enough to jump back after an episode.

Dawn closed her eyes and took a slow, deep breath. Returning this way was always different. The surprise jumps were instantaneous. They left her disoriented. Her body ached afterward. Returning was gentler. She felt herself fade, her body slowly turning translucent before disappearing with a quiet pop.

When she opened her eyes, she released her breath with a sigh of relief. She was standing in the hallway between her bedroom and bathroom. She was getting better at locating her destination. The first time this happened, she needed four jumps and still only managed to land outside the door to her apartment. She had been naked then, giving the old gentleman in apartment 3D quite the view.

She did a quick check of her body for any scratches or bruises. Satisfied that she was intact, she let the towel drop to the floor and sat down on the bed. She was feeling a bit lightheaded. She also realized that her face and chest were flushed crimson. She closed her eyes again, sliding a finger between her legs, knowing she would find herself wet.

A shudder went through her as her finger glided through her sticky folds. Somehow, jumping always left her in a state of heightened arousal. As she rubbed herself, she remembered the time she had jumped while at Dennis’ house, her former boyfriend. When she jumped back, her need was so great that she tore off his dress shirt and climbed onto him, taking him into her before he knew what hit him. She’d felt him thicken inside her as she pressed her palms against his chest, rocking her hips up and down until the first orgasm took her. Her body arched back, her breasts jutting out begging for his touch.

Once the ripples subsided, she leaned down, feeding Dennis her breasts. His lips surrounded her nipple sending shivers throughout her spine. Her hips were rocking now as he gripped her ass cheeks, guiding her. Her juices coated his thick rod as she felt another orgasm build. When she came, she squeezed his cock so hard, he simultaneously yelped in pain, orgasmed, and was forced out of her spasming hole. His cum shot all over her mound, thighs, his legs, and bedsheet.

Later that night he described her as looking almost translucent, but it must have been the light playing tricks on him. Little did he know that she had felt the jump coming. The only thing that kept her from a full jump was the pain as she bit her lower lip. She broke up with him unexpectedly a few days later, unable to risk a jump during sex. That was 12 months ago and she had not let herself get intimate with anyone else since.

She yelped as her orgasm washed over her. When she opened her eyes she found her fingers still buried deep inside her, the comforter wet from her finger induced pleasure. Dawn lay there for a few minutes, gathering her wits. Her arousal had subsided to a manageable level. It never completely went away anymore, not since that first jump.

Once dressed in stockings, black skirt, and sweater, Dawn braved the winter cold, heading down to the Streetside Tavern where she tended bar. She used to be a lawyer, but it is difficult to hold down employment when you might disappear unexpectedly at a moment’s notice. The bar was a hole in the wall, barely crowded enough to make ends meet, but the owner was easygoing, and Dawn felt safe in case of a jump. Most of the regulars were drunk enough that the few who noticed would chalk it up to the alcohol.

Tonight, the place was nearly empty. There were no sports events, most people were still on holiday. Frank, a regular sat at his corner bar seat, his head huddled over his nearly empty beer. Dawn placed a fresh beer next to him. “On the house,” she said softly, though she could swear she heard light snoring.

By the end of the night, Dawn was beginning to regret working. Her tip jar had a total of $4.00 in it. Frank was still snoring, louder now and she had served fewer customers than she had fingers. Slow nights like this, her mind couldn’t help but wander, causing her anxiety. She already tried rubbing her finger pads and remembering street names, but she was beginning to lose control.

“Jingle, jingle” The door to the bar made the rare, but still familiar sound. Dawn looked up at the clock, it was 15 minutes before closing. Standing at the door, shaking snow off of his heavy sheepskin coat was a 6’2 chiseled god. He wore a white sweater and designer khaki pants His shoes were way out of place for this neighborhood, let alone a dive bar like this one. If he wasn’t careful, he could get robbed.

“We’re closing,” Dawn said, hoping to stave off the inevitable, “I must have the wrong place.”

“I’m sorry,” the man said in an Australian accent that melted Dawn’s walls like a hot iron pushing through ice cream. “My car won’t start, I was wondering if I could stay warm in here while I wait for a tow.

“Sure, have a seat.” Dawn gestured to one of the many empty chairs at the bar. While he settled in, Dawn woke Frank up, made sure he had his subway tokens, and pointed him in the direction of the entrance. He stumbled his way up the stairs as she followed, locking up behind him.

“What are you drinking?” she asked as she prepared to close up the register.

“Oh, I couldn’t impose.” His voice stirred something inside her and she felt the warmth of her arousal creep over her cheeks.

“Don’t worry, it’s on the house.” Maybe this guy only looked wealthy, either way, he definitely could use a drink to warm him up. “Here, you look like the brandy type, my boss saves this for the special customers.” She poured him a glass of Rémy Martin XO and slid it in front of him. Turning away before he could refuse, she busied herself cleaning the bar and locking up.

They made small talk for about 20 minutes. The gentleman’s name was Scott and he was in fact from Australia. He was in town on business. Although he was charming and his voice played havoc with her desires, she was starting to get antsy. “Why wasn’t the tow here yet.” “Why had he not given any specifics about his business?” Dawn realized she had not even seen a car parked on the street in front of the bar. Who was this guy?

Her anxiety was building, and she tripped as she walked out from behind the bar. She was unable to steady herself. Reacting quickly, Scott caught her arms and pulled her into his chest, keeping her head from striking the bar edge.

“That was a close one,” he said warmly. With her face pressed against his chest, a musky aroma struck her senses. It had been too long since a man held her close. The arousal was overwhelming. She felt herself losing control, slowly she felt her body fading away.

When the jump finished, she found herself in a strange place. She was standing on top of a bed in what appeared to be a luxury hotel room. The jump had been gradual, like a return journey, and she could already feel the rush of arousal twitching through her.

“I don’t mind looking at your bottom, Dawn, but unless you are trying to seduce me, you might want to step down from there.”

Dawn wasn’t sure if the crimson creeping over her cheeks, was due to her arousal or her embarrassment as she realized Scott had jumped with her and was calmly lying on the bed, his pants showing off the outline of a thick, hard erection.

Dawn was speechless. This had never happened before, in fact, it should not have been possible. Before today, she had never jumped somewhere she had never visited before, let alone brought someone with her. The excitement of the jump and this new dimension to her power were surging through her. She could feel her wetness soaking into the thin silk of her thong. She could see the lust building in Scott’s eyes and knew he was feeling the jump effects too. Without thinking, she knelt, straddling his waist with her knees, and leaned in to kiss him. His lips tasted like brandy. He returned the kiss warmly, passion growing quickly.

Like animals in heat, they shed their clothing in a flurry. He flipped her on her back and began kissing her neck and chest before coming to a halt on her stiff and throbbing nipples. The ecstasy she felt from his tongue brought her to a mini orgasm and she propped her feet up on the bed so he could access her urgent need.

Scott seemed to instinctively know what she desired as his fingers spread her folds and plunged into her. Indecipherable sounds were echoing in the room as he drove her to the edge. She wanted him to take her. She needed to feel him inside her.

As if on cue, he rolled her onto her stomach. He slid a condom over his cock and lifted her hips, ramming it deep inside her greedy pussy. Each thrust filled her. Her mind blanked and suddenly she was one single nerve ending, feeling every inch of him sliding in and out as he pulled her hips and grabbed her hair. She screamed as she orgasmed, her body shaking uncontrollably.

He whispered, “I’m close.” Suddenly, an incredible urge to taste his cum shot through her. She pulled away, turned her body around, and crawled over to him wantonly. She rolled the dripping condom off his cock and rubbed the juices oozing at the tip with her thumb as his cock danced invitingly before her eyes. She opened her mouth and slowly enveloped the bulbous tip, working it into her mouth as she coaxed it further and further with her tongue. His hands gripped her hair from the sides and he began fucking her mouth. She reached between her legs, rubbing her clit as she bobbed into each thrust.

Her moans were garbled as the first thick warm cream coated her throat. He tried to pull out but she wanted to taste every drop so she pulled him back towards her, taking load after load until he began to soften in her mouth.

They lay next to each other, silent until Dawn said, “I’m so sorry about the jump, this has never happened like this before, I’ve never jumped with someone. Never to a place I’ve never been. Oh god, what if someone like the maid finds us here?” Dawn was starting to panic.

Incredibly calm, considering the circumstances, Scott replied, “Why would the maid care, this is my hotel room, I can have anyone I want in it. Oh, and no apologies are necessary I should apologize to you as this was my jump, not yours.”

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