by Susan Donym
“Fuzzy,” she said in a tiny voice. “Yes. Very... fuzzy.”
“You go home, honey. Start the weekend early.”
Jenna knew she only had a fraction of an instant before she came, and she could already tell that this wasn't going to be one she could stay quiet through.
“Thank you, sir. See you Monday!”
She hung up the phone, trying to put it back down on the desk but missing so it fell on the carpet. She didn't care. Her orgasm was like a big tide rushing in, unstoppable.
“You invisible bastard,” she whimpered.
But then she was coming, her lips clamped shut to try and keep the screams in. Just as she peaked she felt Paul's cock pull away. There was a tug on her wrist and she was gently lowered to the floor, laid down on her back. She looked around, in a post-orgasm daze, not understanding.
“Paul?”
She felt something warm and wet on her tits, then another splash on her neck and chin.
“Paul? Oh, no! Honey...”
She felt him coming on her face, thick spurts of jizz on her cheeks and in her hair. She blinked, feeling some on her eyebrow and forehead. It just kept coming, warm splashes all over face and neck and tits. She was soaked, heavy drops of cum oozing down her skin and plopping onto the carpet of her office.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
“As soon as I can see you,” she said, “I am going to kick your butt.”
She got dressed in her office and somehow managed to sneak off to the ladies' room, scrub herself clean and re-apply her makeup without running into anybody.
Paul behaved himself until she got down to the bus stop, but once she was back on the bus he started playing with her tits again. He was making them jiggle and bounce, obviously enjoying the funny looks Jenna was getting from the other passengers. She tried to keep her eyes focused straight ahead, but she knew how ridiculous she had to look with her tits jumping around like that by themselves.
About halfway through the trip Paul suddenly left her alone. She glanced around, kind of relieved and kind of annoyed that he'd stopped.
Then she felt a hand slip under her skirt and begin stroking her panties.
Jenna felt woozy, panic mixed with an intoxicating arousal. Paul was going directly for her pussy, stroking her crotch, and nobody around knew that it was even happening. If she could just keep quiet.
“Oh.”
She'd whimpered. She threw her hand over her mouth, trying to shut up. Looking around, it didn't seem like anybody had heard her over the rumble of the bus' engine. Paul just kept working the cleft in her panties, rubbing her pussy lips through the fabric.
Jenna's skirt was bouncing slightly, Paul's hand creating a bulge that kind of made it look like she had a hard-on. She gave it a quick pat, flattening it out so it looked less like she was sporting wood, but then Paul's fingers found their way through the leg of Jenna's panties and suddenly she was getting finger banged on the bus.
That was too good. She couldn't keep quiet for something like that, she knew it, so she gave Paul's wrist a slap and after he pulled free she squared her shoulders primly and turned so her back was to him. Her body language was clear this time: no more funny business! And Paul was good, keeping his hands to himself.
But for the next few blocks Jenna kept fighting the giggles, imagining this invisible naked dude with a hard-on, standing right there beside her. Not far from home she decided it was time for a little revenge for all the kinky humiliation he'd inflicted on her today, so she grasped around behind her until she got a firm grip of Paul's cock and balls. She squeezed, intending to punish him, but the feel of an invisible cock in her palm was just too exciting for her to stay angry and she soon found herself slowly tugging his shaft. She couldn't move her hand too fast or it would look weird, but as long as she kept bopping her hand slowly and gently behind her butt it wouldn't be too obvious.
She could feel Paul throbbing, his cock getting hotter and harder as she worked him. His pre-come was making her palm wet and slippery, and she suddenly realized that if she didn't stop he was about come all over the place. His come was visible, even if he wasn't, and a few squirts of sticky jizz out of nowhere would definitely attract the attention of their fellow passengers.
She let go of his cock, folding her arms and looking straight ahead. After a moment she felt a tug on her arm, Paul trying to lead her hand back to his throbbing dick, but she kept her arms firmly crossed across her chest.
She glanced back over her shoulder, giving a naughty wink to the place where she assumed Paul was standing.
“Nope,” she whispered.
She went back to staring straight ahead, but a moment later she felt something firm press against the back of her skirt. Rubbing.
“Don't you fucking dare,” she whispered.
The rubbing stopped, and Paul behaved for the rest of the trip. Until they got to Jenna's stop. She had just reached the deserted street as walking back to her place when Paul unbuttoned all of her blouse buttons in about two seconds flat. Jenna gasped, clutching the front of her blouse closed as she hurried up the steps to her apartment.
As she was fumbling with her keys Paul managed to get her top off. She turned to give him a swat but she missed and then she felt a quick swipe across her back and suddenly her bra was gone too. She barely managed to make it inside before Paul had tugged away her skirt and panties too.
She fell back on her bed, whimpering helplessly, her tits and thighs jiggling in a steady rhythm as she watched herself get fucked. She felt soft kisses on her lips, a wet tongue circling her nipples, tickles and strokes all over. All she could do was lie back and smile as she experienced the fuck she'd been waiting for her entire life.
This was it. The invisible man of her dreams.
The next morning Jenna woke up to find herself alone in bed. Or at least, she thought she was alone. She reached over to pat the pillow and the mattress beside her. No Paul.
But then she heard a tapping sound across the room, from the keyboard of her laptop. She looked up to see the keys pressing themselves. She could see what looked like a spreadsheet of numbers on the screen.
“Paul?”
The laptop slid aside and after a moment the memo pad beside the bed raised up as Paul wrote something on it. The pen seemed shaky in his hand as he wrote quickly, then he turned the pad to face her.
“JENNA,” it said. “I MADE A STUPID MISTAKE. I WAS SUPPOSED TO BECOME VISIBLE BY NOW, BUT I MISCALCULATED THE DOSE OF MY FORMULA. I MAY BE STUCK LIKE THIS FOR A FEW DAYS, OR EVEN A FEW WEEKS!”
Jenna read the message and made a sad little face, then she shot out her hand and found Paul's cock on the first try.
Paul started to write something else on the pad, but she playfully swatted it out of his hands as her other hand kept working his cock. In no time she had him on his back in bed and she was on top, straddling him as she bounced on his lap.
She looked over at the mirror and saw herself hovering just slightly above the bed as she fucked her very own invisible man. She smiled down at the place where she guessed his face was.
“A few weeks?” She giggled. “Well, that's a start...”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Susan Donym is the author of such short story collections as One Sip, and You're a Little Girl: 4 Short Tales of Transgender Age Regression, Unbirthing Stories: 5 Twisted Tales of Age Regression, Babyfied: 3 Age Regression Tales and He Became Her Twin: 6 Gender Change Fantasies. Her name, as you may have guessed, is a pseudonym.
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