Deliciously

Will's arms drew back almost immediately, and his jacket slid off his torso. It retained its shape around an invisible body, and the otherwise silent girl from the fifth floor seemed to smile a little bit as Will's white button-down began to pop open, one button at a time.

As Sandra watched, her lacy black bra fondled her breasts as her too-tight blouse traced invisible satiny fingertips over her ribs, her shoulders, and her upper arms. Her skirt tightened across her hips, grabbing her ass. Sandra's panties traced over her clit as she witnessed Will's shirt exposing his chest.

The girl's empty navy skirt suit approached Will, standing between him and the girl and lifting its empty sleeves to his chest. Will let out a little sigh as he felt soft, gentle fingertips massaging his pecs. Will's own dress shirt and jacket stood in front of the girl now, side-by-side. The girl split her attention between Will being felt up by her outfit and his dress shirt magically buttoning before her eyes and swelling up with an exaggerated version of Will's already impressive physique. She couldn't help but smile as she looked over the shirt, glancing back to Will's pants to see if they were coming next.

Her bra untangled itself from her wrists, and she watched it fly away as her arms came under her control again. The first thing she did with her restored freedom was to grab a shameless handful of the filled out dress shirt in front of her. She clung to one of its powerful shoulders with one hand as she traced the other over the chest and abdomen, excited by the firm phantom details that somehow only existed behind a veneer of clothing.

"Oh, man..." Will said, looking down at his unbuttoning pants. A sleeve from the girl's navy-colored skirtsuit pointed at his zipper, which slid down its tracks as Will felt his dress pants pulling down around him. He practically ignored his pants, stepping out of each pant leg as it arrived at floor-level. He didn't want to do anything to discourage the navy skirt suit, which was massaging Will's chest with one invisible hand while pulling at the waistband of his briefs with the other. Will was practically smacked in the face by the nude-colored bra, which retained a ghostly, worn shape even as it pushed the junction of its cups at the bridge of his nose.

As the girl wrapped one of her arms around Will's dress shirt, pulling it closer, she got her other hand on the lapel of Will's jacket to pull it into the action as well. The empty jacket turned to face her, lifting a sleeve to her chest and making her squeak as one of her perky breasts was cupped, lifted, and squeezed by invisible fingers. "Yes, yes please…" Sandra panted, shifting her eyes from the girl's manipulated breasts to Sandra's own blouse, unbuttoning itself before her eyes. As the tight white fabric split open, Sandra's black bra played with her shapely breasts the same way Will's hollow jacket played with the girl's.

The girl giggled when one of Will's shirtsleeves slid around her hip, grabbing her ass. Sandra skirt's tightened around her own rear at the exact same time, and she licked her lips she began to rock against her office chair. She continued to watch the two nubile forms in front of her being brought together and explored by clothing come to life.

Will's cock was exposed, and he looked down in reverence as he watched its skin pumping up and down by itself. He was watching this through the hollow, rounded straps of the nude bra, still filled-out, but nuzzling against his chest now. His pants and his underwear had hovered up and taken shape, including the emulation of his stiff erection. His pants walked over to join up with the dress shirt, while his underwear wandered toward Sandra.

Both women were clearly enjoying their situations now. Once Will's outfit had formed up, the girl pulled herself in against the dress shirt's muscular torso, wrapping her arms around the tight sides to grab the ass of Will's possessed slacks. She pulled the whole outfit closer this way, pushing itself against it as Will's empty outfit wrapped its own sleeves around the girl's hips. The girl gasped a little as she felt some strange **** of lift, and it only made her cling harder to Will's clothing.

Will's eyes went wide as he watched the spectacle... His work clothes and the girl from the fifth floor were riding against each other halfway to the ceiling of the office. The angle of the sleeves, the indentations in the girl's ass and the pair's slightly eccentric sinusoidal flightpath made it pretty clear what was happening. The girl was dry humping Will's clothes, and now his jacket and her navy skirt suit began to flirt, locking their sleeves together and pressing their collars close to one another.

The invisible **** pulling on Will's cock disappeared when the navy skirt suit decided to play with Will's empty jacket instead. His cock stood at attention on its own; there was certainly no lack of visual stimulation for him to focus on. He curiously explored the curves of the empty bra pressing against his chest, his hands gliding over the cups and squeezing them. Will's tight briefs hovered in the air in front of Sandra, sporting his raging erection inside the tight fabric.

Sandra's curiosity got the best of her as she admired Will's briefs. She stuck her hand up one of the empty leg holes pressing against the underwear from the inside and exploring the contours left by the phantom hard-on inside them. Sandra's panties teased against her clit as she used her other hand to feel the shape of the underwear from the outside. She found she could push out against the fabric as far as it would stretch, but pushing in against the emulated body was different. She found a tight waistline, a soft but firm butt, and an emulated cock as hard as the shape in the briefs would suggest.

Sandra actually saw Will watching her, and she smiled as she shamelessly nuzzled against the invisible deck in the briefs, licking up the front and smelling the empty underwear. She grabbed the rear and squeezed, looking at will hungrily, aching for the real thing. Will clung to the bra for balance when his socks began moving on their own, walking him toward Sandra's desk. He gasped as they hoist him straight into the air, clinging to the bra again since this sudden anti-gravitational **** was centered on his ankles alone.

Sandra's outfit levitated her out of the office chair and up toward Will's waist. She looked up at him, licking her lips as he nodded at her, playing with the ghostly cups of the bra again as his dick twitched with anticipation. Sandra wrapped her lips around his tip, grabbing his base with her hand as she took him into her mouth.

Obviously the supernatural aspects of this situation were new to the entire world, but Sandra had never had a sexual encounter even approaching this, even without mystical forces and living objects forcing people to engage in debauchery.

People had clandestine sex before this insane shift. She knew that. Affairs, casual sex, office trysts...people had been doing that kind of thing for generations. Sandra hadn't. She was always an attractive woman, but she was demure in expressing herself.

And here was this fresh, athletic young man in her mouth. He seemed to be delighted as the young woman...simply accepting this.

So was Sandra. She'd had her tensions about what she'd be **** to do, about losing all control over her own body and her urges...but that was all melting away. Her own clothing sheathed her in erotic touch as she sucked this virile office colt's cock. They made her want more.

And she thought, again, about how she'd treated Jack. He and the young man who'd been 'given' to Sandra couldn't have been that far away in age, but she'd shamed her own son furiously after finding him with her clothes. She hadn't seen them moving on their own then, and had no way of knowing that he had been caught in the same delicious trap she was now experiencing at work.

Poor Jack, she thought. _I owe him an apology. _Distracted from her guilt by the moment once more, Will had grabbed and held a tuft of her hair, moaning as Sandra's focus returned to attending to the cock in her mouth. I had no idea, Jack...no idea how persuasive they could be...

They were probably playing with him again, even now, lighting up his mind and body with forbidden fantasies that he couldn't hide from them. She hoped she hadn't made him feel too guilty about it. Apparently there was little anyone could do to resist.