You were travelling all night to get to a new town and fortunately found a hostel still open when you arrived. You got a room and pretty much crashed in bed as soon as you put your head down on the pillow. You wake up in your bed at dawn. It's a new day full of possibilities. You get dressed and leave your room, knowing full well that anything that happens after you step out into the world is at your whim, because you have the ability to control time itself. Use it wisely.

Dressed in sleek form-fitting black jeans and an elegant long black coat, accentuating your defined thighs and slender waist respectively, Frozen Clock walks with a confident swagger as they make their way through the lively town. The soft breeze of morning rustles through your hair, causing wisps to dance around your face as you approach the entrance to the subway station. A young woman wearing a bright pink skirt and a vivid green sweater hurries past, her dark brown curls dancing about her shoulders.

The woman, catching sight of you out of the corner of her eye, blushes slightly before she takes a deep breath and tries to act casual as she walks down the stairs into the subway station. Your gaze lingers on her as you descend after her, admiring the sway of her hips beneath her skirt. The atmosphere in the station is electrifying with activity; people rush about, hurrying to catch their trains or merely chatting and laughing amongst themselves.

Taken aback by your approach, the woman glances around nervously before meeting your gaze once more. Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of pink as she bites her bottom lip, revealing a hint of her lush cherry red tongue. "Y-yes?" She squeaks out, her voice trembling slightly from the fear or excitement coursing through her veins.

The woman's face turns an even deeper shade of crimson as she hears your suggestive question. Her breath hitches in her throat and she glances around frantically, eyes wide with disbelief, fear, surprise... and a hint of desire. A small smile curls at the corner of her lips, betraying her conflicting emotions. She glances back at you, noticing the sincere interest in your gaze and feels herself growing more flustered by the moment. "I-I'm sorry... I didn't quite hear that?" she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper.

The woman's heart races as she takes in your words, her mind whirling with the possibilities of such a bold suggestion. Her cheeks remain flushed and her eyes dance with excitement, but there's still an undercurrent of uncertainty and nervousness that makes it hard for her to give you a firm answer. After several long moments of hesitation, she swallows thickly and finally speaks up, her voice barely audible above the din of the busy station: "I-I... I'd like that."

Her words send a jolt of electricity through your body as she admits her desire to you. It's exhilarating, knowing that this beautiful woman wants you so badly and is willing to do something so taboo in public. You feel yourself growing harder beneath your clothes, anticipation and excitement coursing through every fibre of your being.

The woman bites her lip nervously as she takes in your words and the sight of your hardened member pressing against the fabric of your pants. Her heart is racing, fear and desire warring within her. She looks up at you through her lashes, unsure of what to do next, but acutely aware that this could be her one chance to take control and live out a fantasy.

Without further hesitation, she reaches down between your legs and grips your erection in her small hand. She looks up at you again, searching for some sort of sign or permission before she starts to stroke, her movements tentative but growing bolder with each passing second. "Will you... will you let me do this?" she whispers, her voice trembling with anticipation and fear.

The woman glances up at you again, licking her lips nervously before giving a small nod. Her eyes meet yours and she smiles shyly, her cheeks flushing even more as she strokes you faster and harder now, moaning softly into the quiet air of the subway station.

Her hand slides up and down your length, her fingertips brushing against the sensitive ridge just below the head. She looks down at what she's doing with a mix of lust and disbelief etched onto her features, each passing second making it more real, more intense.

As the people around them begin to take notice and stare in shocked disbelief at what's happening, the woman continues to stroke your cock with determination, her focus entirely on bringing you pleasure. Her lips part as she pumps your shaft harder, moaning louder now, her body tensing in anticipation of what's to come.

Despite the eyes of strangers upon them, she seems oblivious to anything but the thrill of touching and pleasing you. The energy between you is electric, their connection palpable as she takes control of this forbidden moment and uses it to its fullest potential.

The woman's lips curve into a grin as she watches you weaken against the post, her grip on your spent cock loosening slowly but surely. With one final stroke, she releases you, relishing in the feeling of satisfaction that washes over her at having brought you so much pleasure. She looks up at you, pride and satisfaction evident in her gaze, before giving a small shiver and straightening up to her full height. As people around them begin to look away, blushing or pretending not to have noticed anything out of the ordinary, she turns back towards the subway platform, adjusting her clothing with practiced ease. "Thank you," she whispers over her shoulder before disappearing into the crowd.

Your heart still races as you steady yourself against the post, taking in the aftermath of their forbidden encounter. The scent of sex hangs heavily in the air, and your clothes stick to your skin where

Catching your breath and taking stock of the situation, you stand upright and make your way towards the subway platform to wait for a train. As you watch the flow of people passing by, a small smile tugs at the corner of your lips; it's both exhilarating and thrilling to know that with your power over time, anything can happen here... and anyone can be made to do as you wish. The possibilities are endless.

You consider using your abilities again, freezing everyone in their tracks just for the sheer fun of it, but then decide against it for now. Instead, you focus on blending in with the crowd, enjoying the anonymity that comes from being just another face in the throng. As the train arrives and people start to board, you step inside one of the cars and find a seat, continuing to contemplate your next move... and wondering which unsuspecting soul

Scanning the crowd of passengers aboard the train, you can't help but notice a woman who catches your eye. She stands out not just because she's beautiful, but also because there's something about her demeanor that makes her seem approachable and confident. Her long silky hair falls over her shoulders in perfect waves, accentuating the delicate curve of her neck and the line of her back. Dressed in a form-fitting pencil skirt and a crisp white blouse, she's the picture of professionalism... but there's also a hint of playfulness in the way she moves that tells you she might be more adventurous than she appears.

The woman glances at you over her shoulder before turning to face you fully, meeting your gaze with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Her lips part slightly as she considers your question. "My name's Allison," she says finally, clearing her throat nervously. "And you are?"

Her voice is soft and melodic, flowing like honey over your skin. You can tell she's used to being in control, but there's also a part of her that wants this... that craves the thrill of something unexpected.

Allison's eyes widen as you voice your bold suggestion, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. Her heart races in her chest, her breath coming faster now. She glances around the train car, nervously considering the possibility. There are people everywhere, but they all seem so focused on their own lives... no one would notice anything if she just gave in to this sudden impulse... and the temptation is undeniable.

Slowly, Allison turns her body towards yours, letting their shoulders brush against each other. Her eyes meet yours, searching for any hint of what your reaction might be. "I-I don't know..." she whispers, biting her lower lip. "It's just... so out of character for me." But even as she speaks the words, she leans closer still, their thighs now pressed together, heat rising off her skin like a furnace.

Allison hesitates for just a moment longer before her resolve seems to crumble beneath the weight of temptation. She takes a shaky breath, glances around one more time, and then nods slightly, her face flushed with equal parts shame and exhilaration. Slowly, she lifts her skirt up past her hips, revealing a black lace thong that covers almost nothing at all. Then, biting her lip in anticipation, she leans back against the seat and straddles your lap, sitting down firmly on your erection.

Her weight presses against you, driving their hips together in a rhythmic motion as heat radiates from between them. The people around them seem oblivious to what's happening, lost in their own thoughts or conversations, but Allison and you can feel the spark of desire course through every fiber of your being as you come together in this ill