by Susan Donym
“Oh, shit! Paul, you can't do it inside! I'm not sure if I took my pill!”
The thrusting stopped, but the throbbing didn't.
“Come on,” she said. “Pull out and let me finish you.”
Suddenly her pussy was empty and she had a lonesome, hollow feeling between her thighs. She looked around in the bed, trying to find Paul. For a moment she thought maybe he wasn't there, that this had all been a hallucination after all and she'd finally come back to her senses. But then she felt a hand on her hand, leading her to a hot, hard, invisible cock. She could feel the moist tip, the fat head, the veins on the shaft. Maybe she couldn't see it, but there was a lot of cock to play with here.
She wrapped her fingers around it and started tugging, aiming it (more or less) at her chest. With her other hand she tentatively touched Paul's belly and arms and shoulders, trying to get a bead on where he was.
She heard a gasp, and suddenly there was a sticky, white splash on her tits. Another gasp, and another little splash. Paul was invisible, but his cum wasn't!
His cum was hitting her chest in splatters now, forming a warm puddle that tickled as it ran down across her nipples. She giggled, rubbing the stuff into her tits with her free hand while she worked Paul's cock with her other hand, milking him for every drop of sticky white cum.
Finally Jenna collapsed back against the mattress, her whole body warm and wet and tingling. This wasn't just the best sex she'd ever had. It was the best anything, ever.
“God,” she said. “I never thought I'd get to do that for real. But, how did you do it, Paul? How did you make yourself invisible?”
A memo pad and a pen rose from her bedside table, and she watched as the pen scratched across the paper for a moment. Then the pad turned around so she could see it.
“EXPERIMENTAL PROCESS,” it said. “I DID IT BEFORE AT HOME ALONE, BUT THIS WAS MY FIRST TIME OUT.”
Jenna frowned at the place where she guessed Paul was.
“How come you're writing? Why aren't you talking out loud?”
Paul wrote something on the pad and then held it up to her.
“CAN'T TALK WHEN I'M INVISIBLE. SIDE EFFECT OF THE PROCESS.”
“Oh. Well, how long will you be like this?”
Paul scribbled on the pad again.
“SHOULD LAST 24 HOURS. PREVIOUS EXPERIMENTS WERE 2 AND 12 HOURS.”
Jenna smiled.
“24 hours, huh?”
Acting on instinct, she reached out and grasped Paul's cock on the first try. She smiled, feeling weirdly proud of herself for the trick. Even though she couldn't see Paul, it was like she just had some weird ability to find his cock.
She stroked her fingers along Paul's prick, finding a semi-solid shaft with a wet tip. He wasn't fully erect, but it felt like plenty to work with. She started tugging him, one hand working his shaft as the other cupped his balls.
“I wanna do some experimenting too,” she said.
The next morning Jenna woke up nude and face down in bed, her boobs sore from being squished beneath her while she slept. She blinked in the morning sun, wondering if last night had really happened or if it had all been a dream. Then she rolled over and felt the ache of her thighs and the sweet, raw burn in her pussy lips. She sure felt like she'd spent last night fucking.
She touched the bed beside her, not finding Paul there. Then she looked around her bedroom. She didn't see anybody there, but that didn't necessarily mean she was alone.
“Paul, honey? Are you here with me?”
Nothing. But of course, Paul couldn't talk. She couldn't see him or hear him, but for all she knew he could be standing right there beside the bed.
She rubbed the grit from her eyes, wondering if she'd dreamed the whole thing after all. Yes, of course. It had to be a dream. But it had all seemed so real, more real than any dream she'd ever had.
She got up and wandered over to her laptop, tapping the pad to bring it out of sleep mode. The window from her video chat with Paul had timed out, but she could see they'd really talked and he'd said he was coming over and everything. Maybe she'd fallen asleep waiting for him, and dreamed their whole evening together.
She felt kind of weird and jittery trying to puzzle it out, but she was already running a little late for work and had to get going.
“Um, Paul? I have to go to work, OK? I don't know if you're still here, but if you are... I have to go soon.”
No response. Maybe he'd left before she woke up. Or maybe he was never there at all.
Or maybe he was there right now, watching her. It should have been creepy, but the idea kind of turned her on. She was naked and alone in her apartment, and maybe there was some horny invisible man standing right there at the foot of her bed.
She got up and turned on the water for the shower, feeling a weird mix of lonesome and self-conscious. Did she have bad morning breath? Did her sleep-face look squished or blotchy? It was always weird to wake up after a night of sex with a guy and let him see you without your makeup, but it was a lot weirder when you weren't even sure if the guy was there with you or not.
She stepped into the shower, but as she was soaping up she felt a weird little zing on her ass, like a pinch. She turned around, frowning.
“Hey! Was that..?”
She seemed to be all alone in the shower. She shrugged and went back to washing, telling herself that she'd just imagined it. Paul wasn't there with her, and last night was all just a dream. It had to be.
But after she got dressed and she'd stepped into her high heels, she was grabbing her purse to go when she felt another little zing against the back of her panties, as if an invisible hand had reached up her skirt to give her ass a goose.
The bus was crowded, so Jenna had to stand in the aisle. They'd only gone a few blocks when Jenna felt some kind of movement across her chest. Looking down, she saw that one of the buttons on her blouse had come undone, revealing her cleavage and lacy white bra. With a little gasp of surprise she buttoned back up, but as she did she felt an unmistakable hand on her ass. Squeezing.
She closed her eyes, not sure if she was more afraid to find some creepy stranger touching her ass, or to find there was nobody there at all.
She opened her eyes and glanced over her shoulder. The nearest person back there was some old lady. Her arms weren't long enough to reach Jenna's ass from where she was, and she really didn't seem to be the type to grope random girls on the bus.
“Quit it,” Jenna whispered.
The hand on her ass squeezed, and as it did she felt movement on her chest again, a button popping open on her blouse. She'd told Paul a lot about her fantasies of being undressed by an invisible man in public, so he knew this was exactly the kind of stuff she often thought about when she jerked off. But there was the stuff you wanted in a fantasy, and then there was real life. In real life, Jenna was not interested in being stripped naked while she rode the bus to work!
“Stop it,” she hissed. “I mean it.”
She fumbled with her blouse, trying to fasten the button, but as she did another button came undone, and then another. Jenna held her breath. She knew that if she freaked out and made a scene, she'd only make this worse. She'd attract attention, and everybody would see her boobs come bursting out as all of the buttons down the front of her blouse gave way, pop, pop, pop.
Jenna felt kind of woozy, and she realized her nipples were really stiff. Great, so if her top came off she'd be standing there with big, hard nipples for everybody to see!
She held her breath, trying to make her mind go blank. She didn't want to be so horny, but she just couldn't help it. She kept trying to calm down, but the more frustrated and humiliated she felt, the more some sick little part of her loved it.
Pop, another button came loose. She fumbled to fasten it, but her hands were trembling and nervous and Paul's hands were fast and sure. Another button came loose, pop.
She swatted the air where she guessed Paul's hands would be, then she got her buttons fixed up in an
instant. She glanced around the bus, seeing the sleepy commuters staring off into space, struggling to keep their eyes open. It didn't seem like anybody had noticed her.
Then she felt Paul's fingertips, circling her stiff nipples through her blouse and bra. She wanted to swat Paul's hands away, but it felt so good. Waves of intense pleasure were flowing from the tips of her breasts straight down to her clit. All she could do was bite her lip and hang on to the bar by the exit, trying not to groan or whimper as Paul relentlessly worked her tits.
Then she felt that hot, ticklish feeling between her legs again. Oh, no. Was she going to come? She couldn't come here! Not on the bus!
“Come on,” she whispered. “Come on...”
Then she felt the hand under her skirt, cupping her pussy in her panties. Her face was hot with outrage, even as she struggled not to cum.
“I mean it. Come on...”
A fingertip was working her pussy lips through her panties, while another invisible hand felt her up. She couldn't cum. No matter how awesome it felt, she absolutely could not...
She came, but at least this time she managed to keep her whimpering quiet enough that the other passengers on the bus hardly stared at all.
When she reached her stop she hurried off the bus, her panties soaked. She made her way inside the building where she worked, headed straight for her office and slammed the door shut behind her. When she sat down behind her desk she felt hot, damp and sticky all over, like she was at the end of a long and exhausting day instead of just beginning one.
She looked around the seemingly empty room.
“Are you here?”
There was no answer. Jenna shifted in her seat, worried she'd lost Paul on the bus or something.
But then she felt herself get kissed again.
Jenna was trying to do her job, but she kept feeling stray little pinches and gropes all over. It was kind of maddening, but at the same time it was the fulfillment of a sex fantasy she'd been having pretty much every day since she was barely a teenager. Her practical, grown-up, career woman side was mortified, but the part of her that grew up a weirdo fetish chick obsessed with invisible sex stuff was in paradise.
“Stop it,” she kept saying softly, only half meaning it. “Come on...”
The phone rang and Jenna stiffened in her seat as she saw who it was.
“This is a call from my boss. I gotta take this, so no funny business! I mean it!”
She picked up the phone and put on a businesslike voice.
“Hello, Mr. Hardcourt. How can I help you?”
“Jenna, honey, I need some more detail on these numbers from Mexico...”
Jenna was so hazy and horny that she was barely listening to Hardcourt. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to focus, and as she heard Hardcourt drone on she felt some kind of movement between her breasts.
Looking down, she saw that the buttons down the front of her blouse were coming undone again, the fabric parting to reveal her lacy white bra. She swatted at the air, only occasionally connecting with Paul's hands.
“Jenna?” Hardcourt sounded irritated. “Your breathing sounds funny. Are you feeling alright, dear?”
“Yes, sir! I'm fine. Please, finish that thing you were saying, about Mexico.”
Paul took advantage of Jenna's moment of distraction, yanking her blouse off in a few quick, deft movements. She gasped, crossing her arms firmly over her cleavage, then she held her breath and listened to make sure Hardcourt didn't notice she was acting funny.
“...This is traditionally our best season in Mexico,” he said, “but this year our profits there are down all across the board.”
Jenna breathed a sigh of relief, but as she did she felt a fumbling on her back, a whisk of fabric across her shoulders, and suddenly she was topless. She looked up at her bra, dangling teasingly in the air.
“SON OF A BITCH,” she mouthed silently. “GIVE THAT BACK, RIGHT NOW”
She rose from her desk to go after the bra, but then it went tumbling off to a corner of the room, flung there by Paul. She started for it, the phone clasped to her ear as Hardcourt droned on endlessly, but as she walked she felt hands grasp her thighs and hold her in place. The zipper on the side of her skirt tugged itself down, then her skirt plunged between her ankles. Before she knew what was happening she was pushed back into her chair and her skirt was tugged past her toes and flung away. Both of her high heels followed, making a couple of loud clomping sounds as they hit the floor.
Jenna was wearing only her panties now, and she glared around the room with a look that said: Don't you dare.
“Jenna?” Hardcourt sounded concerned now. “What was that noise?”
Her mind raced as she fumbled desperately for an excuse.
“Um. I was just reaching into my desk, to get that report you were asking about before, and I bonked my elbow kind of hard. Twice. I'm fine though, really.”
“Oh. Well, as I was saying...”
Jenna waited in her chair, kind of dreading and kind of aching for what she knew was coming next. She felt strong hands grasp the waist of her panties, and then with a few firm tugs her panties were pulled down past her toes and tossed aside.
She was totally naked, at the office. She'd been stripped, by an invisible man. Just like in all those fantasies she'd had when she was a kid. She used to write about crazy shit like this in her diary; long, detailed stories about getting her clothes ripped off at school, getting flopped down on her desk and fucked by some merciless lover she couldn't see.
She felt something building way down inside now, an electric excitement, and she realized she was about to cum again. Damn it! Paul wasn't even doing anything to her pussy or her boobs, and she was going to cum anyway! She just couldn't stop coming, it was like some kind of sickness.
“Oh,” she said.
“Oh? Oh, what?”
It took Jenna a moment to remember that she was still on the phone with Hardcourt. She needed to answer him, but she was going to cum any second!
She felt something wriggling between her thighs, tickling her pussy lips. A finger? She clamped her thighs around Paul's hand, half to keep it still and half to keep it close, but she felt his fingers slither inside and start tickling her walls.
“Oh,” she said, breathing hard. “I... um...”
She was naked in her office, her thighs spread in her chair as Paul fingered her. And she was going to come. She was going to come big.
“Oh. Sir. I mean... Oh.”
All she could do was hold her breath and try not to make a sound. If she gave in and made one sound, she was going to start screaming. She was coming and coming, it seemed to go on for five minutes. She was only dimly aware of Hardcourt on the line, and as he spoke she could barely hear his voice over the pounding of her heart.
“Jenna? What's going on? You're acting so strange this morning.”
The finger in Jenna's pussy was suddenly gone, but she only felt empty for a moment before strong hands grasped her hips and tugged her into a slouching position so her ass was perched awkwardly on the edge of the chair. She started to sit back up, but then she felt hands on her hips holding her in place, her thighs were spread wide and something slid deep inside her pussy. Something big, thick and hard. Then it began to pump, in and out.
Oh, God. She was getting fucked at work, by an invisible man. She was totally naked, and totally getting fucked by a man nobody else could see.
If anybody walked in on her right now, they'd see her nude and bouncing alone in her desk chair with a silly expression on her sweaty face, her thighs spread wide. She would get arrested and hauled off to the crazy house where they kept the ladies who got naked at work, or else she would get sued so bad her grandchildren would be paying for it.
Her chair was squeaking slightly as Paul fucked her, and as she used one hand to hold the phone to her ear she used her other hand to grasp the seat beneath her ass to try and steady it.
“Jenna?”
“I'm sick,” s
he whimpered into the phone. “Really sick. Bad flu, or something. Sorry. I should... go home.”
Hardcourt was silent for a moment, but then he made a sympathetic t'sk sound.
“Aw, you poor little thing. I thought you didn't seem like yourself. Normally you're just as sharp as a tack, but this morning you sounded all fuzzy.”
Hardcourt was an older guy who meant well but sometimes treated his younger female employees like kids, like they were all his nieces or something. Normally it would be irritating, but right now Jenna was grateful for it.
Paul was pumping Jenna's pussy, his cock steadily thrusting inside her as he squeezed her breasts with his invisible hands. Jenna looked down at her body, her breasts bouncing as Paul groped them, the flesh of her tummy and thighs jiggling as Paul fucked her pussy. Everything kind of flickered for a moment. Her last orgasm felt like it had barely finished, and she was headed right into another one.