Mrs. Hawthorne at a work event

Sharon laughingly shook her head as her coworker slurred through his words over the microphone. Many in the audience struggled to bottle their laughter has he mistook the word arising for arousing. The university was throwing a gala for staff and friends at the local rec centre, and Sharon Hawthorne had reluctantly agreed to come, only doing so once she heard her husband would be throwing a fantasy football party at her home. Her hair was neatly arranged into a ponytail which hung limply over her shoulders and gave the eye a path to follow down to the curvature of her athletic back. Her blue dress had felt a tad too tight when she first bought it but she was pleased to have it easily slide over her hips this evening. Perhaps this small detail gave her an **** sense of confidence which she perfumed from her curvy body unknowingly.

"An- I'd rheallly lik- to thank my mom... Who bought my f-firdt suite..."

Sensing the speech had gone on long enough the dizzy and confused man at the mic announced his depature, thanked a host of non existant people, thanked several people who many doubted he had ever come in contact with, and stomped away to his next obsticle, the stairs off the stage. Sharon tool a devious sip from her wine as she watched him disappear behind the foyer.

His was the last speech, and the congregation stood from their chairs to allow their opinions on modern events to roam freely into eachothers ears. Sharon found herself in a circle including her friend Emma and several others who she had seen but did not know.

"It's just not right I tell ya. Why should my hard earned cash be used by the government? 'ts my money and Ill dew what I wawnt withit." A large sweaty man eagerly proclaimed to the casual jury before him. As he spoke he roamed the air with his hand, seemingly as an attempt to seek out the very logic he wished to use. Sharon's wine would be the pankiller she would use to dull the painful boredom this night had to promise. However a question hung over her mind like mistletoe. What was Felix up to tonight? She could text him to make things more fun but that runs the risk of possible embarrassment.

"An' I'll be dayumed if I'll let the government take ma guns and assult rfles. 'ts ma right ta own a dang tank if I wanna."

Sharon had heard enough. She emancipated herself from the cluster of folk and sat at an empty table. First, she refilled her wine glass. She needed to stop the voice in her head telling her she was at a work event and this could be a bad idea. Her phone came second. The now blushing curvy 30 year old quickly opened her messages with Felix and typed.

"You up?"

Her finger momentarily stopped it's trajectory towards the blue 'send' button. Pausing only for a second to rething things. Pausing only to resume its path and send a series of ones and zeros to a satellite in space, which would send those exact ones and zeroes to a device only a few minutes drive from her location. Sharon smoothed her dress over her and leaned on the table. She happily felt a response before her phone buzzed as her ass was cradled by her dress.

"Doing nothing teach. What are you bored or something?"

Sharon let out a nervous sigh and shifted her weight as her dress compressed around the curve of her waist.

"Very, at a school function full of people I've never met. Want to have some fun?"

Her last message had ended up being more of a symbolic gesture, as she hit send she felt her chair slide out from the table on its own and point her towards a set of double doors across the room. Her dress moved on its own, lifting her out of her chair by her ass and into a standing position. Sharon squeaked and swiftly grabbed her wine as a gentle pat on her rear gestured her towards the doors.

"God can you believe that guy? One of the bigger tools I've met at this place." A rogue Emma had suddenly stopped Sharon in her tracks. "What are you drinking?" Sharon looked down at the glass in her hand which could be nothing other than red wine amd looked back at Emma bleakly.

"What does it look like?" She felt her panties move beneath her dress, lightly squeezing her ass making her quickly suck in air through her red pressed lips.

Emma laughed some and rolled her eyes. "Oh Sharon you are so comic sometimes. How are things at home? Heard there was some kind of fantasy football shindig going on over there tonight."

Sharons living underwear now directed its attention now to the front of her body, urging her to wrap things up. "Mmm yea they're having some kind of -hhhh!" She gasped quickly as her crotch was squeezed. "A-a party or something sorry can you excuse me I'll be right back." Emma swivelled her body to stare after her coworker as she rocketed away from her, and adjusted her own dress, which had begun riding unusually high on her.

"Hmff darn thing...Oh!" Emma yelped and grabbed her breasts in defence from an unexpected grope. "What...I need a drink..." She strutted off.

Sharon closed the double doors behind her and glanced around. The room was obviously some kind of meeting room. The centre of the room was emboldened by a large expensive looking wooden table. Sharon ran an idle finger over the glossy varnished hardwood, her digit moving with the minor imperfections on the surface like a needle on a record player.

"Ohhh telekinetic student!" She called out in jest, "I'm all alone in this big empty room, I hope you don't do anything with me." The dissonant vowel of her dress zipper being pulled down answered her mock statement. "Oh no what have we here?" Sharon swivelled her torso to finger the open back of her dress. "How did that happen?" She placed her hands on the table and leaned forward, teasingly extending her exposed waist outward.

THWACK "Ohh! Ohh you dirty boy...Mmm you like?"

A telekinetic slap on her ass propelled her body momentarily forward. Invisible forces returned to her dress and controlled the fabric to squeeze and contract unnaturally around her cheeks.

"I'll bet you want to do a lot more than squeeze don't you." The flustered and blushing teacher flipped herself over and sat on the table. She leaned her torso back on her arms, which made her already perfectly shaped breasts seem more full. Quietly she looked down at her tits as they moved on their own by her invisible molester. "My god you spend a lot of time with these puppies. Can you feel them when you do this? Or is it just for me?" In response the nipple of one of her breasts was pulled outward and lightly squeezed, making Mrs. Hawthorne gasp and bite her lip. "I'm not sure how to interpret that response but I liked the attempt...Ah-ahhh ohhh..." Cooing sentiment fluttered out of her lips in response to the tactile sensations being projected between her legs. Her body was lifted lightly off the table and her dress gently slid down her body, revealing her baby blue bra and panties moving on their own over her curves. She still levitated about an inch off the surface of the table, her breathing becoming more vivacious as her her panties rubbed over her faster. "You know I just bought these...looks like I chose a good colour. Hrrk!" An invisible phallic object was shoved into her mouth as she talked, her eyes momentarily widened in realisation of what was happening. She calmed herself and realised that this might be a response to the question she had asked earlier, if Felix could feel anything he was doing to her. The red lipstick on her complimented the colour of the wood table as she lightly began kissing her pursed lips over the tip of the invisible shaft. Suddenly her head was telekinetically **** forward to engulf the whole object. She lightly yelped in surprise but soon enthusiastically began sucking over her invisible lover. Her breasts were rolled on her chest energetically and her panties tag teamed her front and back in their stimulation.

The telekinetic cock in her mouth pulled out and her body was dropped onto the table.

"What are you...oh! oh my god!" She yelped in happy surprise as she was flipped face first over the table and bent over the edge. The old wood material cracked and shuddered as her petit but curvy body was thrust into. "Oh fuck Felix...FUCK!" The rhythmic oscillation of her waist slamming into the corner of the table mechanically sped up as her telekinetic student reached his peak. "Mmmmmmff oh I'm- coming!" Sharon let out a high pitched feminine whine as the she climaxed. For what seemed like several minutes her body tingled with pleasure, her legs quivered and her arms attempted to grasp the crevices between the wood planks she lay upon. Gradually her body slowed its commotion and lay limp. As if feeling it for the first time she ran a hand through her hair and propped her head up.

"Fuck...Oh fuck that was..." She didn't finish her sentence. She noticed her phone floating over the table pointing directly at her. The device made a pinging noice and swivelled to show the screen, which played a video documenting Sharons body being fucked from behind by seemingly nobody. Sharon watched herself being plowed by a ghost in amused surprise. "Ok...So what's this all about." The phone quickly changed screens to her messages and a notification saying "Media sent" over Felix's name.

"Oh you immature pervert..." She laughingly said to her floating device.