Dr. Stone Pushes Sue Storm's Limits

They met, not in Doctor Stone's office, but outside a movie theater. The doctor drove a crimson and gold Maybach, a big sedan with leather seats that felt like it was bigger than Sue's dorm room back at university. The plan, she had said, was for them to watch a movie together. A date, basically.

Only Karla Stone had different plans.

"This is an art house film. About a lesbian relationship that develops. Nudity. Some of it explicit," she said. "And I want you to do something for me."

"What's that?" Sue asked.

"Strip off your clothes in the car. Turn invisible. Follow me in naked, and sit on my lap," Karla said.

Sue Storm's blue eyes widened.

"Relax, you're not cheating the theater. I've already pre-paid for the tickets. But imagine it. I can watch the film through you. And you can rub that cute little ass against me."

The Invisible Woman scoffed...but then, with a muttered "I can't believe I'm doing this," she began to pull off her clothes. As her shirt came off, the Invisible Woman's torso disappeared. By the time the car came to a stop, about a block from the theater, Sue was naked, her clothes folded on top of her shoes in the passenger footwell. Nervous and exicted.

This was what she had missed in her marriage. For all that Reed Richards took her to other worlds, other dimensions, even other times, he never pushed her limits sexually. Never dared Sue to do anything...naughty.

Karla handed the tickets over. Sue caught the door and held it, just long enough to slip through. She kept close to the other blonde, her bare feet on the carpet matching Karla's tread.

The psychiatrist sat in the back of the theater. Sue settled on her lap. It felt weird how much more natural it felt to be invisible in the dark. As if the fact that people couldn't see her was almost like not being invisible at all.

Then the film started. She held her spine stiff, unwilling to lean back against Karla, but as the opening credits rolled, Karla's hands found her naked midriff and guided Sue back to lean against her. Then she felt the warm hands of the other woman rub against her thighs. Sue held her breath, suddenly tense, as she sensed Karla's trap.

It was two hours. Two hours of Karla's hands roaming freely, uncaring what any of the other patrons in the theater thought as her hands cupped and groped invisible breasts. Stroked unseen thighs. Found their way to the hidden, slick crease of Sue's crotch. Sue's eyes tried to focus on the film, but it was nearly impossible. She squirmed. Bit back moans.

Until a sex scene came on screen. Then Karla redoubled her ****. Rubbed Sue's slit with sudden fury, kissed the invisible back of her lover.

The moans merged and mingled with those from the theater's speakers.

When, at last, the film ended, Sue shivered as the lights went up. She could see the wet stain on Karla's pants, but knew that the psychiatrist hadn't wet herself. It was Sue's pussy juice that had leaked and dripped down.

"Good girl," Karla said. "Very good girl."