Fun at the Lake

There are people parked in the lot you finally stop in, but no one seems to be around for the time being. You watch both cruiser doors open, and Bridget sails out first, pointing her finger at the officer on the other side of the car. The woman gasped, practically lifted out of the vehicle by her collar.

"Strip," Bridget says. The woman didn't even time to react when her shirt buttons start pulling themselves apart, and she just looks down in awe as her uniform begins stripping off of her.

"Hey, what..." She watches her belt unclip, and Bridget hovers in the air, facing you.

"Come on out, hon." The door on your SUV clicks open, and your body lifts and hovers out of the vehicle. You watch as Bridget's shirt pulls itself off. Your body reacts immediately as you take in the sight of these two women being undressed by an unseen ****.

The officer lifts off the ground as her boots untie. She gasps, but is otherwise no longer fighting her clothes or the things happening to her. She seems to relax a bit when she sees that Bridget's clothes are coming off as well.

"Wh--what are you going to do to me?" The officer asks. Bridget looks at her thoughtfully and smiles.

"Well...!" Bridget laughs a little, and you realize she must be reading the officer's thoughts. "My goodness, Jennifer...nothing that you haven't already thought of." Bridget kicks her legs a little as her khakis sail away from her body to join up with her discarded shirt.

"You--you know my name?" The officer asks.

"J. Rhodes...I saw it on your badge," Bridget says as the officer's shirt rebuttons itself in front of her, its chest accentuating itself. "I was right, though?"

The officer just nods, watching her own uniform pants sail down her legs. Her black socks peel themselves away afterward, and she's left in a pair of black panties and a white undershirt, a shiny black longline bra showing through it.

"How...how are you just holding us both in the air like this?"

I got her name from her mind--can you believe it? Bridget silently asks you. I think I'm getting even better with the mind-reading thing now--I can actually look for information without it needing to be in people's active thoughts! At least, I think so. People don't normally think their own names, right? Though you didn't know it at the moment, Bridget was communicating with Jennifer in her mind at the same time. Only the officer's response gives it away.

"So you're, like...a superhero, or villain or something?" You stare at Bridget, who locks your gaze and sneers.

"I dunno if I have aspirations like that in either direction," She says aloud, raising her eyebrows as she turns to the officer's body. "I've just been kind of living in the moment," She says.

Oh my god, she's sooooo into it, Bridget thinks at you. And apparently she's not so non-plussed about dick either, because she keeps glancing at you, too.

"I, um...guess with all that power, I can't blame you, but--ooh!" The officer gasps as her undershirt pulls itself up. You can see her breasts drop a little as her longline bra unclasps itself from the back. The uniform begins to fit itself together now, and you stare at it as it faces you.

You're not going to get jealous watching, are you? Bridget asks you mentally. You grin like a fool, watching the officer try to cover herself as her underwear begins to follow suit with her uniform. "Haa...I don't need to worry about that a bit, do I?" Bridget asks, snapping her fingers. Her underwear pulls itself off all at once, and before long both women are nude, hovering in the air across from each other.

The officer laughs, gasping at she holds her hand to her crotch. Whatever's happening to her--she certainly doesn't hate it.

"I--oh my god--I don't even believe this. We're just...in front of--" Jennifer looks at you, then around at the parking lot. You can't see anyone else in the area, but, Bridget must be telling her something mentally. She moves her hand away from her body, looking carefully at what's happening to her. She sighs, looking down at herself. "Holy--"

Her labia flutter a little, moving back and forth. You can barely see it from where you are, but you can absolutely tell what's happening when Bridget licks her lips. She bites her lip and moans a little, and as she drifts toward the undressed officer, Bridget's own pussy opens up as if she's being penetrated by something invisible.

You watch as Bridget grabs her own tits, flicking her nipples as your dick begins swelling in your pants. The officer's uniform walks over to you, and as it approaches, you drift close to the ground — though your feet don't quite touch. You take in the uniforms exaggerated curves, looking at it from head to toe. When it reassembles itself, the undergarments weren't a part of the assembly, and the re-clasped longline bra, panties, and undershirt instead face Bridget's own reassembled outfit. Bridget's clothes seem to interact with the cop's underwear and her own lingerie, and for a few moments you're distracted by the negative shapes appearing in the rears of their panties and the empty, inflated breasts of the clothing threesome-- as if they're invisible women greedily exploring each other's assets with unseen fingers.

Your eyes only pull away from this when a rubber glove grabs you by the face and forcefully turns your head to the officer's empty uniform. Its cap nods at you as the wrist of the other rubber glove snaps, apparently pulled into place by invisible **** as the latex fingers wiggle and clinch. The chest of the uniform swells again, straining against its own buttons, and you smile as you reach down to feel up the curvy form in the shirt. The shirts short sleeves lift slowly as both of the rubber gloves reach behind you, grabbing your butt and pulling you against it. The hips of the pants start shimmying against you, grinding against your hard dick as you look back at the two women again.

Bridget and Jennifer's legs are tangled, their bodies hopping up and down in the air through Bridget's telekinetic control. You can't get a good look at their pussies since they're riding each other's thighs, but Officer Rhodes' eyes are rolled back, and she's groaning softly, practically drooling as you superpower girlfriend plants kisses down her neck and along her collarbone. Bridget continues to manhandle her own tits the old-fashioned way, but as they slowly rotate in the air, you can see that invisible hands are manipulating Jennifer's breasts in almost the same way, squeezing them, playing with them, and insinuating her nipples against Bridget's own.

With everything else happening, you only take a quick glance at Bridget's clothes — but from what you see, they're apparently having their own fun, still assembled in the threesome that includes their own underwear as well as Jennifer's-- both pairs of panties each grinding against a khaki thigh.

"I'm...oh, god--I'm gonna come..." Jennifer says. Bridget growls back and shakes her head at the officer, and once again you get the sense that Bridget is communicating with her silently once more. "Are--are you serious?" Jennifer giggles, her face turning red.

"Oh, deadly," Bridget says aloud. "Especially since I know that about you now." Bridget turns to you and makes a beckoning motion with her finger. You feel your own briefs clutch your cock, starting to make a stroking motion as you and Officer Rhodes' outfit are lifted higher. The uniform pants begin to puff up with ****, and their legs find their way between your own, pushing yours apart as the pant legs and crotch plump up. You look down in awe at the exaggerated pubic mound, complete with a camel-toed cleft.

Are we...going somewhere? You ask Bridget silently. She bites her lip and winks that you before going back to Jennifer, sucking on her tits this time and making the other woman belt out a moan as they sail higher too.

I promised I'd let you watch, Bridget says back without breaking her attention from Jennifer's breast-- still being invisibly lifted and squeezed even as Bridget sucks upon it. But I think it's the Officer's turn to pat you down. You hear the unmistakable sound of a snap on Rhodes' belt, and before you can react, a large nylon zip-tie loops your wrist and tightens, pulling your arm behind you. One of the rubber gloves quickly grabs your other wrist and pulls your other hand around your waist, allowing the zip-tie to reach your other wrist and tighten.

By now, Jennifer's plump uniform is oriented beneath you, facing horizontally and lifting you both into the air. With your hands zip-tied behind you, both of the uniforms rubber gloves dive under your shirt, tracing up your sides and crawling over your chest before they grip your pecs--which you flex against their intrusion. You look down, gasping as rubbery fingers play over your nipples, and only now do you notice that the invisible arms — which you would've expected to be holding your shirt up — aren't there. The latex gloves are simply acting of their own accord... Bridget's accord, obviously. The uniform's hips buck against your weight, and your own underwear continues stroking your cock as you begin sailing forward in the air, toward the two hovering naked women.

You notice that the other sets of clothes have been left behind, and you look down into the parking lot to see them still apparently playing with each other. When the uniform shifts and accelerates forward, you panic, thinking you're going to be thrown off. You can feel the fluttering sensation that you're going to fall — all the way down to your dick, which somehow pumps up harder. Before you lose your balance though, your shirt collar lurches forward, centering you on the inflated outfit again.

I got you, cowboy, Bridget says in your mind. Just relax, enjoy, and keep your eyes on the show. The women are rotating slowly in mid-air, their tongues exploring each other's mouths as Bridget sails you all over the tree line, and toward the lake. As soon as you're all over the water, she and Jennifer dip back toward the ground, moving faster as you ride the uniform behind them.

Just as the girls approach the water, they sail toward the horizon again, their feet just dipping into the lake as their hips buck against each other. Jennifer is on the upright side now, moaning as she looks over at the shore.

She howls as you sail by people strolling, fishing, biking — that is, until they catch sight and sound of two beautiful women, sailing through the air and tangled around each other like a pair of sapphic, magical Lady Godivas. You can hear Bridget's laughter through Jennifer's moans, and suddenly realize exactly what's happening.

Based on their conversation, at least the parts you heard — you assume officer Rhodes is some kind of wild exhibitionist... A point which Bridget is happy to exploit with her plethora of abilities.

As you all slow down in front of the most densely-used part of the shore, you can hear some individual reactions to what's going on. Your eyes are on Jennifer now, shivering with pleasure as her eyes move from one group of people to another-- knowing that she is the center of attention not only for the sexual escapade she's experiencing, but also because of what would normally be the physical impossibility of what's happening.

"Now, Jenny..." Bridget growls, practically shouting over the water. "Come for your audience like the bad little girl you are." You're mesmerized as you watch Jennifer's eyes dart from one group of people to the next, her body writhing in the air as Bridget grabs both of her wrists. Her breasts are practically being juggled by invisible **** now, and as her and Bridget's legs untangle, their invisible penetration becomes clear again.

Some people are shouting, some simply silently stare, and a couple hide the eyes of more sensitive viewers, but there's no one in the vicinity who doesn't notice the levitating women. They probably notice you as well, but being the only clothed person among the three of you, even riding atop a flying hollow lady cop outfit can't compete with the girls in the thralls of magical ecstasy.

You're still being pumped up by your briefs and felt up by the rubber gloves -- both of them under Bridget's control. You can psychically feel her orgasm, echoing after Jennifer's, and probably a result of her own psychic connection to your new friend. The outfit under you rocks under some kind of psychic shockwave, and you're overcome by an orgasmic feeling--though you don't ejaculate.

In the crowd, some people are lifted slightly into the air and some are tossed gently backwards, experiencing the same shockwave. Bridget leaves Jennifer to float on her own, sailing into the sky. She faces you, and you can see her glowing eyes looking down as she smiles.

Wowwww, that felt good. She says in your mind. Are you ready for your turn?