Go for the Redhead

With its sights set on the redhead, Naomi’s outfit decided to slowly join back together, making sure to remain out of sight while doing so. Taking the time to further admire the woman’s figure, the outfit somehow appeared giddy as it imagined what it would do with it.

Watching the red haired woman check out and exit the store, Naomi’s outfit stealthily followed her to her car.

Upon arriving at her white SUV, the redhead lifted the trunk and was setting her purchases down when she was suddenly pushed into the trunk by an unseen ****.

Straightening her glasses, the woman looked back to see what pushed her, but she was only left with more questions. Standing freely behind her, was a floating runner’s outfit with slightly different proportions than her own. The outfit moved on its own as it stepped into the trunk space getting closer to the redhead.

The redhead was terrified now, too terrified to even scream, closed her eyes as the outfit loomed over her. Then suddenly she felt a ghost of a hand on her ass, followed by another on her other cheek, as she opened her eyes she saw a light blue sports bra in her face and her legs being straddled by black running pants with light blue boyshorts which match the bra. Apparently taking her look of confusion as an invitation, the ghost hands on her ass started to squeeze and massage it while grinding the crotch of the running pants against her own crotch under her skirt.

Now getting into it, the redhead began to massage the bra in front of her. Amazed by the feeling that the bra gave when she squeezed, she began to start doing some grinding of her own, hiking up her skirt to maximize the friction. The outfit appeared to love it as it leaned back, appearing to scream in pleasure, of course with no sound coming out.

Then, as the redhead began to release her own scream of pleasure, the feeling of ghostly hands on her ass ceased, followed quickly by their touch seeming to move to the back of her head, forcing her face into the bra while rubbing her long red hair.

Suddenly the woman’s black panties became noticeably wet, and the woman herself seemed to slow down, in bliss from the most intense orgasm of her life.

The woman, eyes beginning to close, began “I’m Audrey, what ‘bout yo…” The redhead, or Audrey then drifted to sleep.