[M4F] Touching You Touching Me [invisible]

[M4F] Touching You, Touching Me [invisible guy] [groping] [chikan] [creampie] [whispers] [free use] [unknowing] [rape] [creepy] [stalkery] [easy for a performer]

I don't know when I got these powers. One morning I woke up and I just *had* them.

Look, when an eighteen year old guy wakes up one morning and gets the power to turn *invisible* and *unnoticeable* you *know* what he's gonna use it for.

So yeah, I totally became like, a super pervert. It's been...four years now, of pretty much getting all the groping I like, all the sex I want.

I go to college and it's like a buffet. Crowded halls are the *best* - but study hall too, when there's a hundred students in every class. I waited until the last moment to enter every module... and I minored in the arts, just so that I could get a few more intelligent broads' wetnesses on my fingers or sitting on my cock without noticing.

[moans]

Just a typical day. I stroll down the street, I see a pretty girl in a mid-thigh skirt and a tank-top. I just... [straining] concentrate... and step out in front of a person to see if they change direction. If they do, I step out of the way, apologize, and concentrate harder. If they don't, well, perfect.

I just walk up behind the pretty girl and just cup her breasts with my hands. Or maybe just flip her skirt up to see what kind of panties she's wearing. Or just guide her path over to a bench, bend her over, slide her panties aside and touch her most secret and private places. Nobody notices, not even her. She'll be a bit late to wherever she's going and she won't even know why. I try not to get in their way for too long, I don't want them to get in trouble just because they've the sweetest pussy I've fucked that day. I usually take a picture of whatever ID they're carrying on them, or if worse comes to worst, I take a picture of their pussies. I've got...quite the collection.

It's the *easiest* on a train or bus, because then they're in transit anyway, so I can just feel them up at my leisure. Working moms, commuters, really, anyone who doesn't look too young.

Or in university, in a study hall, when they're seated. Or at a cafe, especially the girls behind the counters. They're mostly standing in place, so it's simple to just pull their uniforms down, or up, and just slide into them.

I'm careful about my sperm; I don't know if my unnoticeable cum will make a girl pregnant. So I try to spill it into their mouth, if they're not using it, or over their tits or face or clothing. My cum is just as unnoticeable as me, even when I return back to normal, and I'm the only one that can see it. It's... *arousing*, to be the only one seeing all these girls' faces that I've streaked with my cum.

But then there was that one special girl, there was one girl who I caught saying that she was on birth control and looking for someone to fuck that night. Well, I was going to oblige her, of course. It was evening... she was dressed in a slutty little number, a tight midnight-blue, mid-thigh, kind of silky, nightclub dress. Going out clubbing with her equally hot friends. Well, I'm not gonna give up that fresh pussy to sleazy bar guys. I fucked all of them, of course, while they were waiting for her to grab something from her house, but I took an *especial* shine to her - a girl I could cum in without worries? My goodness, yes. I *love* tight dresses, and I especially love fucking girls in tight dresses. So I drew her off to the side and I fucked her until she was leaking cum with every step...she...took.

[talking directly to the listener - up close and personal, whispering]

Did you like that? Do you like hearing about what I did to you, the very first night when I filled you with my cum? Or maybe I didn't. You're never going to know.

[evil grin] It's so...*arousing.*

You're the first girl that's ever noticed me touching you. I love that first time you did it. Oh, I was *terrified* when you smacked my hand back and yelled "Pervert!!!" and nobody turned around...or cared. And when I let go of you in shock, you just, seemingly *forgot* anything had happened.

But you remember right now, when I've got my hands on you, don't you?

Your reaction was so *interesting* I *had* to find out more about you. And touch you...over and over and over again. Phones don't work, calls don't connect, and it's hard to mace or taser me if the moment I let go of you, you forget where I am and what I do. And as long as I don't touch you, I can take whatever you've got. the moment I see your body react I let go of you. It's wonderful...and you never really studied self-defense, did you?

But I'll be honest. That challenge makes it... a *lot*...more... fun.

But just so I don't inconvenience you so much that you move away and I *lose* you, I make sure that you're always meticulously dressed when I finish our little encounters.

You know, you *still* don't notice me, unless I've got my hands on you. Then your reactions are just....amazing.

[whispered] But I think you enjoy yourself by now, don't you? You barely even fight back anymore. You're getting used to the invisible touches, the casual gropes, the fact that your pussy and your asshole and your butt and boobs and mouth and tongue are just...free for me to do whatever I want to. You're getting used to being my little free use hole-slut....

[normal] Oh, sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself. Although your reaction there was pretty good, I think. [laughs] That's not what good girls say, right?

Creepy? Well, I don't really care whether you think I'm creepy. I've got all the power here. You've got nothing.

No, I'm not going to break your mind. Where would the fun be in that? I can already fuck you anytime I like. Or any other girl, really. I have an endless smorgasbord. No...you really *should* be *honored* to know that I'm devoting my time and attention *just to you*.

Oh, man, I sound pretty villainous and murder-rapey right there, don't I? [sheepish laugh] I guess having a power like this, when nobody else has anything similar, is making me kind of... amoralistic.

Sorry. I am a decent guy, though, normally.

Yeah, nah. Not a "nice guy". I don't expect sex after a really good date. I mean, I do, but it's a lot easier when you don't have to *work* for it.

And anyway, if I want a positive reaction to being touched, I have you for that, don't I?

[laughs]

Anyway, I've told you all of this because I don't want you to think you're going mad. Here. I'll even leave you my number in your wallet, the same way you keep the numbers of guys you find at clubs. And don't bother calling the police on me. I've done nothing to you overtly, and you'll never find any proof.

Besides...over the last few months, now whenever you feel my fingers on your clit, you've just gotten so wet and so horny and so needy. It's flattering, you know, physically feeling what you...feel...for my hands?

You've gotten used to the way I touch you, haven't you? You've started to *crave* my voice...and what I do to you.

Alright, pretty girl. Head on out, now. And if your forgot-about-me self calls my number tonight you'll know that you wanted to fuck me.

I look forward to it. And if you don't, well, I'll be back on your morning commute tomorrow.

And tomorrow, I think I wanna try something different. Something a little more...vocal.

Bye bye now.