Connor Follows His Instincts

The empty lingerie was practically gyrating against him at this point, and Connor had just been standing there, letting it happen. Connor didn't have any explanation or feedback from the dancing clothing, other than their 'body' language, which was currently telling him that they were just fine with his earlier explorations.

In some sense, they seemed to be doing a little exploring of their own. Just like Connor's increasing curiosity, Mrs. Anderson's bra and panties began to press against him, then shift and shimmy. Even though Connor was a little too mystified by this clothing's behavior to interact very much at the moment, his initial explorations had obviously set their friendly response in motion.

They might have been discouraged by that lack of interaction, except that they seemed to be very much engaged with the shape developing in his pants. Apparently they had some idea about what the growing bulge against the denim meant, because now the panties were riding against it, pushing against his midsection harder and riding him almost rhythmically. The shoulder straps on the bra seemed to tense and drop in the same rhythm. They pulled away from Connor and bounced in front of him in time with the panties rocking against his tightening jeans. It was almost as if the cups had the mass of Mrs. Anderson's breasts inside them, because the gravity seemed to affect them the same way when they were in motion.

The sight of the bouncing cups and the enthusiasm of the dancing lingerie on the whole was finally enough to snap Connor out of his astonished inaction. Knowing the bra couldn't respond to his speech, he didn't bother talking before he made his move this time.

He reached out to the cups, sliding his hand along the silky fabric and squeezing it while his other hand curled around the back of the band. This time, he wasn't cautious or tentative about his grip. This empty lingerie had come to visit him, after all. Based on its moves, it was happy with this attention and more.

The panties pushed harder against him, and Connor looked around at the room. He knew he was alone, but what he was planning made him double check that all his shades were closed. The bra shoved itself into his grip, and Connor smiled, confident of his green light. He squeezed the satin cup harder, then ran his fingers over the empty cup, feeling an erect nipple behind the fabric.

He was swaying his hips against the panties now, and as he danced against their own rhythm, his fingers played against the button of his jeans, undoing them. The lingerie set backed away for a second, and Connor released the bra, taking the opportunity to use both his hands to unzip his jeans and let them drop.

When the outfit turned around, there was a split second when Connor worried that he'd somehow ruined the moment or upset them. He was about to ask another pointless question when the rear of the panties suddenly backed against him. His cock swelled behind his boxer-briefs, and he wrapped his hands around the waistline of the panties, pulling them against him as he started rocking against the rear.

He grinned as the panties seemed to inflate a little. He watched the bra dance from the back now, its empty cups still jiggling. He reached around to grab the front of the bouncing cup as he tugged on the hip of the panties, not worrying about overstepping any longer. He was hard as a rock, and a single drop of pre-cum darkened the grey fabric of his boxer-briefs as he manhandled the set of lingerie.

"This is unreal," Connor said. "Is this what you had in mind earlier today when you showed your, um...yourself to me? The whole of the bra from the straps to the cups did a pronounced bob forward, and there was no question in his mind that it intended the signal as a nod.

Connor knew he was going to come for Mrs. Anderson's clothes. He wanted to. Their scent and feel reminded him of her gorgeously curvy body, the way she moved, her subtle flirtation with him...the only thing missing from the situation was Mrs. Anderson herself. Experiencing this strange, haunting magic, though, Connor didn't mind this situation one bit.

The bra unhooked itself. It hovered away from its position above the panties, no longer a coherent facsimile of an invisible woman. The panties never quit their grinding, so Connor kept his rhythm, but he was curious about what the bra was up to. With its strap unhooked, it hovered down next to him. Connor slowed his grind against the panties as the bra seemed to reach out to his waistband with its straps.

"Uh...hey," Connor said as the ends of the straps reached into his waistband, tugging down on it. "Are you sure you wanna do that? I'm probably gonna c--" The panties rose up to his lips, pressing against them and shutting him up while the bra worked his boxer-briefs down his legs. He swallowed hard, still again as he felt himself standing straight-up with nothing restricting his erection.

When the bra hovered back up to Connor's waist level, it hooked an end of its strap around the hem of his shirt, pulling it skyward. This put him back into action, and he stepped out of his boxer-briefs on the ground while putting his arms up at the same time, letting the bra begin pulling off his shirt unobstructed. If these things wanted to undress him entirely, he wasn't going to argue.

Connor took the opportunity to inhale the lovely scent while Mrs. Anderson’s panties were still hovering in front of his face. His cock tuned skyward once more, and he knew it wouldn’t be long before he finally blew his load for the ghostly clothing.

He was left in nothing but his socks now. Mrs. Anderson’s bra had re-clasped itself, and it was back to happily sliding itself against Connor’s torso. Her panties hovered away from him, floating back down to his waist and taking their place perched above his rigid cock. He looked down at the empty underwear as they glided their crotch up and down his shaft, his lower lip trembling as they teased against the tip of his cock.

“F — fuck, that’s hot,” he groaned, taking hold of the bra’s cups once more and manhandling the empty space as if Mrs. Anderson were occupying it. In fact, he found himself fantasizing about exactly that. He had no idea how or why this could possibly be happening with a set of empty lingerie, but his human mind could only help to rationalize the strange manifestation with whatever explanation best suited both the situation and his personal fancy.

His slightly upturned dick pulsed harder against the hovering panties, and Connor did his part by pushing his hips against them, making it clear to the clothing that he wanted more. The silky, lace-lined intimates slid back against his shaft, teasing him, and Connor watched in awe as the ghostly mound in front cleft in the middle, as if he was pushing against an unseen pussy.

The bra pushed back against his grip, and the cups seemed to inflate a little as both pieces of the lingerie set began to tremble.

“You — you like this is much as I do, don’t you?” Connor asked. Though the lingerie had no voice to answer, and no head to nod, the entire bra tipped forward, giving Connor the closest thing it could to an affirmative answer. “Oh, god — that’s — you’re…” He looked back down to see the fabric of the panties pushed into a negative space that **** their fabric to cling around his cock. It was as if he was pushing them inside an unseen cunt, and the pressure increased as he rocked his hips against the underwear. “I’m…I’m inside you!?” Connor huffed, reaching behind the bra and clinging to its backstrap, pulling the form against his chest and squeezing. It compressed only a little, about as much as Mrs. Anderson’s flesh would give if she were actually filling it.

Now the panties impaled themselves on Connor, his pre-cum soaking the fabric wrapped around his cock. The lingerie felt like it was vibrating against him, begging him to release.

“Fuck, Mrs. Anderson…” Connor murmured, “You’re so fucking hot…your laundry is gonna make me come!” He shouted. He imagined some strange and wonderful scenario where his sexy cougar of a neighbor felt exactly the same — where her concealed attraction for Connor had manifested in her belongings coming to life and taking the action she secretly wanted to take herself.

When the fabric of the panties pulsed around the base of his cock, he howled, unleashing himself. He pumped ejaculate into the haunted underwear with abandon, his entire body tightening against the intangible form filling the lingerie. Even if this was just a dream, he wasn’t going to complain. He half-expected himself to wake up in cum-soaked sheets as the result of some bizarre nocturnal emission, but as he kept pumping his hips, he looked down at the filled out bra.

The details were so vivid. He could see his cock still soaking the panties below as he began to slide out of the makeshift space the lingerie bottoms had wrapped around him. He lifted the levitating bra to his face, pushing between the cups and taking in Mrs. Anderson’s scent again.

“I can’t believe any of this is happening,” Connor said, “that any of it happened,” he added. But over and over, he tied the events together in his head. These were the same panties he saw wave to him earlier — in full waking daylight. He had already been through this same reality check roughly an hour ago, when the full set of lingerie made themselves known to him in his own apartment.

The bra seemed to nestle its cups against him in response, apparently just as happy for the attention as he was. The soaked crotch of the panties had pulled away from his dick enough that he was no longer pushing their fabric into an invisible negative space, but the satin and lace forms rocked themselves against his tip until every drop of seed was milked from him.

If this living lingerie had more plans for Connor, he had no idea what they might be…but that didn’t mean he wasn’t intrigued enough to wonder what was next.