A Race Back in Time: A Tale of Age Regression

A Race Back in Time

By August D. Adams

Copyright 2016

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Chapter One: My Secret Pleasure

The elevator was out of order. Again.

Shit, I hissed as I awkwardly rearranged the grocery bags in my arms.

It was the third time that month alone that it had happened. My landlord had really been testing my patience. If I had known that that apartment building was going to be such a constant hassle I would have just gotten a dorm room on campus. I had thought living on my own would be a better option since I wouldn't have to put up with a randomly chosen roommate and a tiny cramped room, but I had started to wonder if I would have been better off that way. Then again, I'm a girl who deeply treasures her privacy, so I probably wouldn't have fared any better in a dorm room.

Even so, having to constantly hike up six flights of stairs, especially while carrying heavy bags of groceries, was a real pain in the ass sometimes. Thankfully, I kept myself in pretty good shape, a product of being on my university's cross-country running team.

So I treated the trudge up the stairs to the sixth floor as a bit of an impromptu workout, climbing the stairs at a faster than normal pace while simultaneously clutching onto the two paper bags that contained most of my food for the week. I was in a bit of a rush to get home anyway. Ever since that morning I'd been horny as hell. That was a pretty common occurrence on days when I washed my beautiful long hair. I'll explain that later.

When I finally reached the sixth floor and stepped through the door into the hallway, after struggling to open it with the two heavy bags in my arms of course, I was almost knocked over by a young girl. It was my neighbor's bratty thirteen-year-old daughter Carla.

Hey, watch it, squirt! I shouted as I juggled the bags in my hands, narrowly averting a disaster that would have sent my groceries scattering about the floor.

Sorry, Carla said quickly, though not really sounding all that apologetic.

Even though I had called her squirt, and did so quite often, Carla was actually taller than me, even at her age. I had always been fairly small, even at birth. I had once had hopes that I would eventually hit a growth spurt and gain at least a few more inches, but those hopes slowly faded and eventually died during my late teens. I had no choice but to accept the disappointing fact that I was always going to be fairly petite, standing at only around four foot eleven.

Watch where you're going next time, I scolded her.

Carla rolled her eyes. Whatever. It's not like you dropped anything.

To which came my reply, I almost did! Realizing she wasn't taking me very seriously, I decided to give her a proper scare. Maybe I should have a talk with your mom.

I could immediately see the fear in Carla's eyes as she worried about the possibility of getting in trouble.

I barely touched you! she whined. She curled her lip at me. Ugh. You're such a baby.

First of all, you practically rammed into me like a bull, I said and then smirked as I added, Second of all, I don't think you should be calling anyone a baby while wearing that.

Carla glanced down at her dorky school uniform and blushed.

She attended a local Catholic school where all the girls were forced to wear a fairly stereotypical uniform. It was comprised of a dark green plaid jumper dress over a white straight-buttoned short-sleeved blouse with a classic peter pan style collar. Completing the childish ensemble were white knee-high stockings and black flats. I knew Carla absolutely hated wearing it, which was why I teased her about it mercilessly.

Before you start thinking I'm some kind of mean bitch, I can assure you, she definitely deserved it. She was constantly acting like a total spoiled brat around the apartment complex and I had had to complain to her mother on numerous occasions about Carla blasting her teenybopper pop music when I was trying to study. It was so loud I could hear it through my walls. And any time she had her little friends over the noise was just as bad.

So anything I could do to rain on her little parade was quite satisfying. It wasn't that difficult to do either. She was at that age where she desperately wanted to be treated like an adult. So all I had to do was treat her like a child and she'd quickly get angry and frustrated.

She narrowed her eyes at me. Yeah, well at least I'm taller than you.

I cackled. Aww, that's a cute comeback, kiddo. You're so adorable.

Carla was really fuming now, but whenever she got particularly angry she always got really flustered and this time was no different. She opened her mouth to say something back to me, but she struggled to think of anything off the top of her head.

I took her loss for words as an opportunity to mock her. Adding with a smug smirk, What? Did you have something you wanted to say?

She clamped her mouth shut and stared daggers at me.

That's what I thought, I said with an air of smugness and then proceeded to continue to mock her. Now why don't you run on home to mommy. You don't want to dirty your cute little uniform running around the halls after all. She might get mad at you and give you a spanking.

I couldn't help but laugh at Carla's comically angry expression.

Unable to think of a good comeback, or any comeback at all, she stormed off towards her apartment, loudly stomping her feet.

I shook my head with a smile as I made my way to my own apartment. Typical Carla. After fumbling with the grocery bags for a moment, I was able to fish my keys out of my pocket and get the door open. Then I quickly went about putting away most of the groceries. I gave up after I had put away everything that needed to be placed in the fridge or freezer to avoid spoiling, figuring I could just put away the rest later. I had something far more pressing to get to.

It was finally time to address the crazy need that had been constantly nagging me ever since that morning. I'd been looking forward to it all day long. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been that horny, probably a result of the fact that I hadn't been able to pleasure myself in at least a few weeks. I'd simply been too busy with school and training for the next big meet.

Washing my long hair that morning had quickly reminded me of how long it had been since I'd taken the time to pleasure myself. Unlike most times when I washed my hair, the heat that had built in my pussy after blow-drying and brushing my beautiful long locks hadn't dissipated much since that morning. As a result, I didn't just want to get myself off. I desperately needed it.

I promptly scurried across the apartment to my bedroom and quickly started stripping off my clothes. My tight T-shirt and designer skinny jeans were casually tossed towards my hamper, neither of them actually making it inside. Ditto my socks. I didn't care though. My hands were practically trembling just from the mere anticipation of what was to come. Pun intended. Already down to just my underwear, I stepped in front of the full-length mirror adjacent my closet and took a moment to admire my young, twenty-one-year-old body.

For a long time I had been very self-conscious about my body. Along with being quite petite, I was also fairly underdeveloped in many areas. While I watched my classmates in high school slowly blossom into voluptuous young women, I seemed stuck in a perpetual holding pattern. I very patiently waited for my chest to start expanding, hoping to develop the same big, ample bosom of some of my high school friends, or at least some reasonable facsimile, but it just never happened. My breasts never got past a small A-cup. Thankfully, us girls have an ample supply of tools to help enhance what God gave us, so to speak. To the passing stranger I had a pretty decent small bust, but what they didn't know was that most of my chest was in my bra. Padded bras are a small-chested girl's best friend.

I reached behind my back and unclasped my padded silk bra. After slipping it off, I tossed it aside and it landed similarly on the floor near my hamper atop my already discarded jeans. My nipples, which were a tad small compared to some women's, seemed to be anticipating what was to come as well. They were already becoming erect.

My silk panties were next on the list to be removed, but I hesitated for a moment, running my fingers across the delicate fabric. I really loved those red panties. I'd gotten them at Victoria's Secret and they fit me better than any pair I'd ever owned. They also felt absolutely amazing and, perhaps best of all, they miraculously managed to make it appear like I had far more of an ass than I actually did. I couldn't help but feel deliciously sexy whenever I wore them. Just looking at how great I looked in them almost made me not want to take them off.

Almost.

My crazy burning need dictated that they had to come off. So after one last appreciative glance at them in the mirror, I slipped them down my legs and kicked them aside. This left me staring at my completely naked form in the mirror.

I can't say I was completely happy with the way I looked. I certainly wasn't anything close to a Victoria's Secret model. I didn't have many curves and I was quite thin and lanky, but that's fairly common for runners. At least, that's what I always told myself. Yet, despite my self-deprecating thoughts, I certainly never considered myself unattractive. None of my boyfriends had ever complained either. Then again, most men will take whatever they can get.

From the neck down I was essentially hairless, unless you count those little hairs we all have on our arms. I kept my nether region completely shaved. I liked the way it felt and I found that it greatly enhanced my sexual experience. In fact, I loved it so much that I'd splurged and gotten laser hair removal treatment to save myself the time of constantly having to shave or wax. The place I went to have it done offered me a sweet deal to have my armpits and legs done as well and I decided to take them up on the offer. I hadn't had to buy a single razor since.

As far as my face goes, people had always told me I looked really young and I admit, I do, especially when I don't wear any make-up. I have what some may refer to as a baby-face. As a result, many people tended to call me cute. I never had a huge problem with that, though sometimes it could be a little annoying, like when I wanted guys to see me as a sexy little vixen but instead they saw me as the adorable girl-next-door type. Also, when you're considered cute, people don't tend to take you as seriously when you're angry. Make-up helped with addressing those problems a bit, but even with make-up on, it wasn't uncommon for people to mistake me for a few years younger than my twenty one years.

I was practically trembling as I reached my hand up towards the back of my head, anxiously nibbling on my lower lip. My hand slowly approached the plastic clip that was holding up my thick masses of hair. I took a deep breath as I grasped the clip and then, quickly, pinched and pulled the clip away from my head.

Freed from the prison it had been trapped in since that morning, a breathtakingly stunning, thick gorgeous waterfall of dark blond hair came tumbling down my bare back. I let out a soft little gasp as I felt the long locks brushing against my smooth skin. Slowly it all twirled and flowed downward like a golden river as it made it's long journey further and further down my back, not coming to a stop until it reached it's end about an inch below my butt.

I had to take a moment to steady my breath and try to keep my growing arousal in check. I didn't want to rush things. I wanted to enjoy the experience for as long as possible.

The incredibly soft locks felt simply amazing against my bare skin, the silky strands caressing my body like the hands of a gentle, familiar lover. I let out a soft, low moan as the thick sheet of hair swung back and forth against my butt. The heat in my pussy was gradually intensifying with every passing moment and I could feel my pussy starting to get wet.

Wanting to experience more of this incredible sensation, I slowly started rocking my head from side to side, which sent my long mass of hair swaying one way and then the other and caused it to gently slide back and forth against my back and butt. Doing that always felt simply splendid. It simply never got old.

Titling my head back, I raked my fingers through my thick, luscious hair, sinking my hands in until they got lost in the dark blond forest. The thick sheet of hair swung away from my back, yet the bottom portion still bounced against my bare butt every so often. I shook it all out with both my hands, freeing my gorgeous mane of any tangles that might have accrued while twisted atop my head all day. When I was satisfied it was finally tangle-free, I slowly leaned my head back forward again and enjoyed the feeling of it kissing my back again, making me shudder and hum with pleasure.

The next part was always my favorite. With all my heavy hair hanging behind my back, I reached around my shoulder and slowly gathered a thick clump of my crowning glory. I ever so carefully arranged it so that when I let it go it would gently swing forward, softly sliding against my arm. It felt so amazing that I had to try not to climax right then and there. I forced myself to keep it together though, knowing the best was yet to come.

The soft, thick tresses kept flowing ever onward until it all reached my breast. I couldn't help but gasp as the fire in my pussy burned ever hotter. The silky hair brushed against my nipple, almost immediately causing it to plunge forward until it was rock hard and extra sensitive. Taking advantage of this new sensitivity, I gently smoothed my thick sheet of hair down over my breast, relishing in the incredible sensation of the soft locks nuzzling against the tip of my engorged nipple. After repeating this whole process on the other side with my other breast, I found myself virtually surrounded by a sensuous blanket of silky soft long hair.

My hips bucked forward against the flowing tresses almost instinctively. At this point my pussy was practically dripping wet and my clit had become swollen and felt like it was throbbing, as if crying out to be fondled. I took a lock of my hair and began using the neatly trimmed ends like a paintbrush, slowly running it along the edges of my slick pussy lips. As much as I wanted to slip a finger inside them, I liked teasing myself like this first, making myself want it even more. I'd actually grown my hair that long just to be able to do that and it never failed to get my juices flowing.

My hips were wriggling almost on their own as I softly mewled with need. I could have just slipped a finger inside myself right then and there and probably would have came pretty quickly, but it had been weeks since I'd