Mia's day of intrusive touches

Mia woke up in the morning feeling unusually flushed. Making her way to the bathroom, she noticed a strange pressure on her breasts that seemed to come from nowhere. She patted herself down trying to figure out where it was coming from, but soon it disappeared, so she chalked it up to a lack of sleep.

Mia noticed some other sensations as she got dressed. She'd feel a brush across her cheek, or a light grope of her breasts or ass. Each touch was so brief, she questioned whether she'd felt anything at all, but they kept coming back, occasionally startling her when they did. Frustrated, Mia tried to ignore these 'muscle spasms', focusing on getting ready for her class instead.

The touches eventually stopped, and Mia made her way downstairs, stopping at the front door. Still a little unnerved, she took a deep breath to calm herself before stepping outside.

Once outdoors, there were no more signs of the phantom touches, and Mia made her way to the train station, relieved. They must have just been her imagination, she thought, or maybe some kind of cramped nerve thing. Nothing to worry about.

After a short wait, the train arrived. Mia managed to find a seat by the doors, hoping for a quiet trip to university, but moments after the train doors closed, the invisible touches returned. They began innocently enough, softly stroking the side of her neck and shoulders. Mia did her best to ignore them, but it wasn't long before they grew bolder. Soon, the hands were tracing a path down to her breasts, circling her nipples, and exploring every curve of her chest. Despite her attempts to ignore them, Mia found herself becoming increasingly aroused by the unseen fingers tracing her body.

The touches kept escalating, focusing alternately on each of Mia's nipples as she sat trapped on the train. Every time she started to adjust to them, they'd change their pattern again. Then the touches moved lower, first over her stomach, then tracing light patterns across her thighs. Her heart raced as they circled dangerously close to her pussy. She could hear her own breath echo in her ears as she tried to prepare herself for what they'd do next. The anticipation had her on edge, and every jolt of the train threatened to send her over.

And then, just as she thought she'd reached her limit, the invisible hands reached their target, pulsing pressure on her pussy while furiously rubbing her clit. Mia fought desperately to hold back a moan as her entire body spasmed, every muscle tensing in the grip of a powerful orgasm. The hands continued their work as Mia's orgasm raged on, and then after a moment, they suddenly disappeared.

Mia's face flushed bright red in shame as she came to terms with what just happened. She'd just orgasmed, in public, riding the train. She smoothed her skirt, desperate to regain some sense of composure. The other passengers might not have known what just happened, but Mia was painfully aware of every last detail. But even with her rising humiliation, there another twinge of arousal as well.

By the time the train arrived at the university, Mia had managed to calm herself. With a deep breath, she stood up and exited the station, hoping that nobody had noticed her erect nipples and flushed face, or the damp spot she left behind on the seat. She still felt some lingering arousal as she wandered up the path to her classroom, which wasn't helped by the return of the invisible hands, teasing her still sensitive body.

Mia attempted to continue her day as normal, but found the invisible hands were impossible to ignore. As she listened to her professor's lecture, she could feel the hands cupping her breasts and trailing up her thighs. Sometimes they would squeeze her butt cheeks, making her shift uncomfortably in her seat. Even during group discussions with her friends, they would tease her nipples or rub against her clit, making it hard to follow the conversation.

In fact, throughout the day, Mia struggled to concentrate at all. She had to constantly adjust herself to hide her growing arousal, and her mind constantly drifted, trying to make sense of what was happening. Even when the touches disappeared, she found herself incredibly horny, her thoughts drifting into sexual fantasy unless she actively steered them away. She spent the morning aroused, frustrated and confused.

Troy was thankful he'd previously taken note of Mia's schedule. Waiting until she boarded the train before he started his assault was a smart move. Once it left the station, there wasn't anywhere she could hide. He imagined Mia squirming in her train seat, confused about her phantom molester. Trying desperately to hold her moans in public. It didn't take Troy long to develop into a rhythm.

After his initial explorations, he found the doll didn't move, but it did blush. After playing with her on the train, Troy was surprised to find it squirted too. Troy glanced at the clock in his room. He still had hours left before Mia was due home. He was so glad he didn't work Mondays.

During breaks between classes, Mia tried to hide in the library, hoping the quiet atmosphere would help her think clearly. Yet even there, she wasn't safe from the invisible hands. They followed her, caressing her ass, even rubbing lightly at her pussy. At one point, she caught another student watching her before quickly looking away. Was this person responsible for her torment? Or was it all in her head?

The day passed in a haze of distraction and lust, and eventually Mia left the university, frustrated and aroused. The touches seemed to die down a little as she made her way back home, though as she sat on the train she couldn't stop thinking of her public orgasm that morning, in a mixture of arousal and shame. The hands had kept her stimulated the rest of the day, but she hadn't been brought to climax again, and her body was eager for release.

Once home, Mia hurried inside, keen to retreat to the safety of her room. Troy was nowhere to be found, probably up in his room playing some new video game or watching some pervy anime. She quickly made her way upstairs to her bedroom, needing some time alone.

As soon as she stepped in her room, Mia found herself overcome with lust. The constant stimulation of the day had finally caught up with her, and she could feel the throbbing heat between her legs begging for relief. Regretfully, she pushed back against her urges, knowing Troy was nearby in the next room. Tomorrow, she promised herself. The house is empty tomorrow.

She tried changing into comfortable pajamas, hoping that would distract her from the lustful thoughts invading her mind. But as she dressed, she again felt the invisible hands stroking her, tracing paths along her skin that left her flushed and aroused.

Desperate for release, Mia considered taking a cold shower or going for a brisk walk to clear her head. Yet each time she approached the bathroom or grabbed her keys, she found herself being pulled back towards her bedroom, drawn irresistibly by the promise of pleasure.

Finally, unable to deny herself any longer, Mia gave in to her baser instincts. I can be quiet, she told herself, playing some soft music to help mask any sounds she made. Closing her eyes, she lay back on her bed and reached for the vibrator in her drawer. Her fingers trembled slightly as she switched it on, the familiar hum filling her bedroom. It was like an invitation, beckoning her to explore the depths of her desires.

With a deep breath, she guided the vibrator towards her throbbing sex. The cool metal head brushed against her labia, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She gasped as the sensation intensified, her hips starting to move of their own accord. As Mia lost herself in her own pleasure, she noticed the invisible hands seemed to be caressing her body in tandem with the vibrator's movements.

They began by tracing slow circles around her nipples, with a touch that sent shivers down her spine. As the hands made their journey south, they reached Mia's thighs and she slowly parted her legs, revealing her aching cunt to their touch. The vibrator buzzed against her swollen lips, while the invisible fingers slipped between her legs, stroking and circling her clit with expert technique. The sensation was overwhelming, driving her wild with desire.

With every stroke, every caress, Mia felt as if she were being pulled deeper into a world of pleasure that she had never known existed. As she neared the brink, the hands and the vibrator worked in harmony, building her up to an almost unbearable level of arousal. With a loud moan of pure pleasure, Mia climaxed, her whole body convulsing as wave after wave of bliss washed over her. The vibrator buzzed in her hand, the invisible fingers continued to dance across her skin, and she collapsed onto her bed, spent and satisfied.

As the afterglow faded, Mia lay there, catching her breath, her mind drifting back to the day's events. Part of her wondered if the hands were real or if they were simply a product of her own repressed sexual desires. Another part of her suddenly realised how loud she had moaned, with Troy in the next room. So much for being quiet, Mia thought wryly.

Troy couldn't believe how well the doll had worked. In one day, he had taken his stuck-up housemate Mia, brought her to orgasm in public, and then tempted her into a desperate masturbation session.

He sat at the desk in his room, playing with her doll in one hand, and stroking himself with the other. He took perverse glee in every one of her moan and groans, knowing he was responsible, and knowing she didn't. He wished he could go to the next room and watch her writhing on the bed, but he didn't want to reveal his hand just yet. He still had plans for the other two dolls.

As he continued stroking, Troy saw the telltale flushing of the doll. Mia was about to reach her climax. The thought that he did this, he was secretly making her cum, brought him right to the edge as well. Mia let out a long loud moan as she came, and Troy couldn't hold back any longer. Thinking quickly, he brought the doll in front of him, and covered it in his cum. He wondered what that felt like for Mia. As an experiment, he decided to leave her like that, and put the doll aside on his cum towel.

Spent, he wiped his hands and prepared to clean up in the bathroom, but before he could, he heard Mia's door opening, and footsteps headed downstairs. Troy made a quick decision: He wanted to see her. He quickly pulled on his sweats, wiped his hands again on his towel, and left the room.

As Troy made his way downstairs, he noticed a disheveled Mia filling a glass of water in the kitchen. She was wearing a sweat matted pajama set, her hair was messy, and there were beads of sweat on her forehead. It was clear what she had been doing. He wondered if _she_ knew that.

Taking a deep breath, he approached her casually. "Hey Mia, you okay?" he asked, trying to hide his smirk.

Mia jumped at Troy's words, startled out of her thoughts. She hoped Troy hadn't heard her through the wall, but she could see in his eyes that he had.

"Y-yeah, I think so," she stammered, embarrassed. "I just needed some fresh air."

Troy watched as Mia struggled to maintain eye contact with him. Deep down, he knew what he was doing was wrong, but he couldn't bring himself to stop. This was only the first doll. Think what he could do with three.

"Well, if you ever need some help, don't hesitate to ask," he offered, letting the implication sit.

Mia, normally ready with a quick-witted comeback, said nothing, just nodded quietly.

Troy went back upstairs with a glass of water, leaving Mia confused in the kitchen. His mind raced with the possibilities of the dolls. He'd run some more tests with Mia's doll after work tomorrow. He needed to be careful though, he didn't want to be found out quite yet. There were plenty more experiments to run.