Invisible Man

Invisible Man Invisible Man

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Feeling miserable on a business trip, a woman suffering from a terrible dry spell gets exactly what she needs.

Summary

Feeling miserable on a business trip, a woman suffering from a terrible dry spell gets exactly what she needs.

Content

Submitted: January 09, 2016

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Content

Submitted: January 09, 2016

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I have to say that I’m not exactly thrilled with Frontier Airlines right now. I have a business meeting almost as soon as I land because my plane lifted off at 2 a.m., four hours later than it was actually scheduled to leave, meaning that I’ll probably have enough time to change in an airport bathroom and nothing else. Being such a late flight and as delayed as it was, it’s half empty, so at least I’m able to stretch out on a bench all to myself to get a little sleep in before the meeting. I curl up for the dim, four hour flight, one of many who are trying to get some sleep.

I doze in and out for the first couple of hours, sexy dreams consuming my mind each time I manage to fall asleep and reminding me of how long it’s been since I last had sex. I feel my panties dampening, and I squeeze my legs a little closer together, the crotch of my jeans rubbing me just right. “Need some help with that?” a deep, gravelly voice murmurs sexily. I nod my head and moan in agreement, believing that this is just part of my dream.

That is until I feel two hands sensually rubbing my legs.

I jolt awake, looking around for whoever was touching me as my legs curl up under me. There’s no one there, but I still can’t fall back asleep. I have an eerie feeling from the whole experience; the hands were freezing cold, and I didn’t feel them over my jeans—I felt them on my legs as if my jeans weren’t even a barrier.

I force my eyes to stay open in case whoever touched me decides to come back. Out of nowhere, I feel the hands on me again, this time on my torso. They gently stroke my sides before making their way down my body to my legs, carefully urging me to stretch back out across the bench. Intrigued, I obey. Despite feeling them, I can’t actually see the hands. And again, it’s as if I’m not even wearing my clothes; the hands feel as though they’re pressed against my bare skin. I feel my body beginning to heat up, a stark contrast to the cool touch of the hands. Once I’m again laying out across the seats, the hands slowly slide back up my body until they’re resting against the bottoms of my breasts.

Suddenly, a pair of lips just barely graze against my own. I lean forward for more, completely forgetting how strange this entire situation is, but they disappeared. The lips, just as cold as the hands, return once I lean back against the window again. The make their way along my jaw to my neck, leaving a cold trail along my face. After softly kissing my neck, teeth dig in. I feel the hickey forming as he sucks my neck, marking me, but for once, I can’t be bothered to actually care. As the teeth nibble on my neck, the hands finish their ascent to my breasts and squeeze them roughly. I fight the urge to moan at the painful pleasure that this invisible man is inflicting on me.

Without warning, he pulls away, and disappoint consumes me. My entire body feels like it’s on fire, my arousal no doubt staining my lace panties. Several long moments pass as I wait to see if he’s going to come back. Just as I begin to lose hope, I feel those cool, thin, long fingers dancing along my legs, making their way along my thighs. He teases me for a long time, stroking his fingers up my legs until they almost reach that golden spot only to slip back down and start the process. The whole time he’s doing that, I can feel his cool breath on my pussy. It feels as though his lips are less than an inch away from my core despite the fact that my legs are closed.

Finally, he lifts his fingers from my legs. Again, he disappears for a few moments before suddenly driving one finger all the way into me as though my jeans and panties aren’t even in his way. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip to keep from gasping or screaming in pleasure as he thrusts his finger in and out rapidly, not letting up once. Every time his finger slips in, he hits my g-spot, and I have to clench my hands to dig my nails into my palms.

For about 10 minutes, he tortures me this way, maintaining a rapid pace. His lips find their way back to my neck, kissing and nibbling at the same spot where he had marked me earlier. I’m so close to an orgasm, but it’s just not enough stimulation. And that’s when he decides to just stop.

His lips pull away slightly so that I can only feel his breath on my neck, and his finger stops moving, the digit simply remaining stationary inside of me. I struggle not to groan in frustration; I was so close. I swear, I can almost feel hear him chuckling against my neck. Just as I loosen my clenched fist, two other fingers dart into me as his thumb suddenly finds my clit. His mouth presses against my neck again as his hand resumes its stimulation, his thumb almost seeming to vibrate against me. My back arches and my body spasms as I finally reach my climax. He doesn’t let up, continuing to thrust his fingers in and out of me. Just as I’m starting to come down from my orgasm, he curls his fingers against my g-spot, triggering another orgasm and leaving me struggling to keep my gasps under control. I thank god that almost everyone on the plane is asleep right now.

He again disappears, leaving me feeling a mixture of disappointment and relief. I close my eyes, intending to return to my nap, but my invisible lover returns. This time, it’s not his hands or his lips that I feel pressed against me; it’s his hard cock, just as cold as the rest of him. He slides it up and down, wetting it and teasing my overly-sensitized clit. He pauses with it pressed against my entrance, almost seeming to ask for permission. I bite my lip again before nodding my head, knowing that I’ll probably scream if I don’t. Once he has my permission, he slides into me quickly, his huge dick stretching me much more than his fingers had.

Before, he had been focused solely on my pleasure. Now, it’s his turn.

If I thought his fingers were moving fast before, I was sorely mistaken. He thrusts in and out of me faster than I even thought possible. He stretches me more than anyone else I’ve ever been with, and with every thrust, he slams against my g-spot. I quickly find myself on the brink of another orgasm, but I want to wait until he gets to come.

I don’t have to wait for long. He’s soon drilling into me even faster but with much less precision. I feel his finger back on my clit, and I know I won’t be able to hold back much longer. Just as I begin to lose control, I feel him begin pulsing inside of me, and we finish together. His cum is just as cold as everything else about him, but I’m beginning to find his cool touch soothing, especially with how heated my body feels.

He slowly pulls out, his cold hands gently stroking and caressing my breasts. Soon, even that disappears, leaving me exhausted and achy, but completely satiated.

As I drift back off to sleep, I feel his cool lips next to my ear. “Until next time,” he whispers before completely vanishing.


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