Sarah Thompson 25, Random Teleportation

Sarah Thompson sat motionless in her office chair, her eyes fixed on the computer screen in front of her. The clock on the wall taunted her with its relentless ticking, a reminder of the late hour she had been laboring at her desk. Fatigue weighed heavily upon her, but the pressing deadline kept her chained to her work.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Sarah clicked the last file closed and leaned back in her chair, relieved but drained. Her mind buzzed with a mix of exhaustion and anticipation for the respite that awaited her at home. She packed her belongings, shut down her computer, and headed for the exit.

As she stepped out into the cool night air, Sarah could already sense the weight of the day beginning to lift from her shoulders. The streets were deserted, bathed in the soft glow of streetlights casting long shadows. With each step, she felt herself inching closer to the comfort of her own bed.

Arriving home, Sarah entered her apartment and closed the door behind her, exhaling a long-held breath. The familiar scent of lavender filled the air as she kicked off her shoes, reveling in the freedom of being rid of the day's professional trappings.

With deliberate movements, she unbuttoned her blouse, feeling the soft fabric slip away from her shoulders. The release of tension was palpable as the fabric slid down her arms, revealing a hint of the lace bra beneath. She unhooked the clasp and let it fall, the cool air caressing her bare skin.

In the privacy of her bedroom, Sarah continued to shed the remnants of the day. She unzipped her skirt, letting it pool at her feet, exposing her toned legs. She stood there for a moment, her body bathed in the gentle glow of the bedside lamp, savoring the liberation of each discarded garment.

Her eyes fell upon the lingerie set she had chosen for the night—something a little more alluring than her usual sleepwear. A black lace babydoll adorned with delicate satin bows, it accentuated her curves and made her feel undeniably feminine, which she liked as her work as a lawyer almost **** her to present herself in a more masculine way. Sarah slipped off her panties, reveling in the sensation of being completely free, before slipping into the enticing garment.

Sarah climbed into bed, snuggling beneath the covers. The satin sheets caressed her skin, adding to the sensuality of the moment. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to drift into a state of blissful oblivion, the weariness of the day melting away.

Unbeknownst to Sarah, as she succumbed to exhaustion and dreams, a mysterious **** surged within her. With no rhyme or reason, she was about to embark on a strange and unpredictable journey. The moment she fell into a deep slumber, her body vanished like a ghost, and she disappeared from the confines of her bed. Leaving her comfortable silk sheets and babydoll nightie without an occupant.