The door on the left

Hastily Leanne chose the door on the left. According to the sign the room belonged to a Mr. Dilke. She quickly read the name before giving a sharp knock and opening the door. There was no particular reason why she chose that door, it was just anything was better than meeting the creep in corridor up close.

"Um, Mr. Dilke?" she asked, quietly closing the door to the hallway behind her. Leanne stepped further into the room, "Mr. Dilke? Hello?"

There was no response, the room empty of any life. However, Leanne wasn't especially keen on returning to the corridor so soon and decided to waste a bit of time waiting in Mr. Dilke's room. She sat down on the bed and looked at her surroundings, noticing immediately how similar it was to Mr. Stephenson's. Same layout, same furnishings, same dank atmosphere. All that was missing was a pair of eyes burning into her soul from the corner.

Leanne looked up and spotted a large mirror hanging on the wall opposite. It stretched a long way across and she could see almost the whole room behind her. As she observed her reflection something in the background caught her eye. She held her breath and spun around but could see nothing in the room that might have moved. Everything as it was, just a lamp and other standard furniture. When she turned back to the mirror a sharp gasp escaped her lips. Sat next to her on the bed was an elderly man in a suit.

She jumped up and took five or six hurried steps towards the door. She turned back to the bed still short on breath but there was no one there. Leanne looked again in the mirror. There in the reflection was the old man, sat on the edge of the bed where she'd seen him.

"What the hell?!" she whispered, gazing wide eyed back and forth between the mirror and the empty bed.

Leanne moved hesitantly back towards the bed. She stood next to where the old man should have been and turned to face the mirror. She was there and he was there. Just sat smiling at her in the reflection.

"Mr. D-Dilke?" she asked, looking rapidly between the bed and the mirror. The old man didn't respond, continuing to only watch her closely. This was even weirder than everything else she'd seen so far.

Leanne tried to move closer to the bed to see if she could feel anything but something stopped her. She looked back in the mirror nervously and saw the old man was now stood behind her with his hands gently placed on her shoulders. A soft gasp escaped her lips but, once she was over the initial surprise, she realised she actually felt quite relaxed. That was until she noticed the old man's hands slowly sliding the straps of her vest top down her shoulders. Before she had time to react her top dropped to her waist, exposing her sexy bra and making her feel more uncomfortable again.

"Ahh!" she exclaimed, quickly raising her arms to her chest. However, she once again felt something, her arms were being pulled away by some unseen ****. It was very unusual for Leanne to be fighting against nothing, but the reflection revealed Mr. Dilke as the culprit. For an old man she couldn't see he was surprisingly strong. Eventually Leanne was **** to cede her attempts to cover herself and allowed her arms to be lowered again. She remained still, the old man close behind her. Leanne figured he'd be happy to just observe her body. She was wrong.

There was another intrusion of her personal space. This time against her pert rear. She cautiously reached behind her to investigate and immediately knew exactly what it was. Spinning around she saw nothing in front of her, however her hand was wrapped around something which definitely felt solid enough. Glancing at the mirror confirmed everything. Long and fully erect, the old man's penis sat snugly between Leanne's fingers.

"Ohh shit!" she cried, her grip loosening only slightly on Mr. Dilke's member. "Erm... I-I'm so sorry!"

But the old man's reflection suggested he was anything but upset. He was smiling more than ever and watched on with keen interest as the young woman began to slowly stroke his erection.

"Oh, erm... Do you like that, Mr. Dilke?" asked Leanne a little unsure. It was difficult to play with the old man's dick when she couldn't see it without checking the mirror for confirmation. There was no verbal response from Mr. Dilke but instead she felt a tug on her bra straps. Looking in the mirror she saw the old man trying to strip her even further. At first she didn't react, just watched as her bra straps appeared to slowly lower themselves down her shoulders.

Leanne thought about what was happening. She already had her hand wrapped around his cock, was there any reason not to show him her tits? She wasn't even sure how real this experience was or even the old man himself. Leanne reached around her back and unhooked her bra, allowing the sexy lingerie to fall to the floor. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as the cool air caressed her breasts.

Before she had time to adjust, Leanne felt his hands on her body once again. This time pressing down on her shoulders and encouraging her to the floor. For an old man, and an invisible old man at that, Mr. Dilke certainly didn't seem to be lacking any confidence. He knew what he wanted from Leanne and wasn't shy about getting it.

With little choice but to comply with his request she dropped to her knees in front of him. Her hand was still wrapped firmly around his shaft, giving her some kind of reference for where it was. After a deep breath she opened her mouth and lent forwards. However, without being totally sure of her target, she ended up swallowing a few inches before she was fully prepared. Almost gagging such was the **** of the unexpected intrusion.

This was all so confusing. But she adjusted her technique and was quickly giving the old man once of her skilled blow jobs. The sensations, movements and even the taste were all familiar. Everything except being able to see something in front of her! Glancing out of the corner of her eye she could see herself giving the old man a blow job in the mirror. It was quite erotic, like she was watching it happening. Mr. Dilke's swollen genitals sliding back and forth between her lips. It was reasonably impressive considering both his age and transparency.

As she continued to pleasure the old man, Leanne began to wonder how long he might last. She was working his member to the very best of her abilities. Not being able to see him in front of her made things a little more difficult but she certainly wasn't holding anything back.

A few moments later Leanne felt Mr. Dilke place a strong hand on her head. She guessed he was about to reach his orgasm and began to wonder exactly how she should finish off a member she couldn't see. However before she could decide, the old man's salty cum flooded her mouth. Quickly she pulled it free from her lips and felt his cock erupting onto her face and chest. The sticky goo running down her body and between her bare breasts. Nevertheless, when she looked down to view the result of her handiwork there was nothing to see. It seemed the old man's seed was as invisible as the rest of him.

"That was, er... Nice!" said Leanne once she had caught her breath. She gave a little giggle as she toyed with the unseen cum with one hand and Mr. Dilke's spent member with the other.

There was still no sound from the old man and it was starting to become a little awkward, so Leanne released her grip on his shaft and returned to her feet. That's when she caught her reflection in the mirror and realised that she was covered in his cum. The sticky goo coated her chin and pert breasts. She was about to find a way to clean herself up, if someone saw her like that she'd have a lot of explaining to do. But then she realised it was as invisible to everyone else as it was to her. Besides she felt a little naughty waking around with an old man's undetected seed over her body.

Instead she wiped her face with some nearby tissues and redressed. She looked in the mirror for the old man but Mr. Dilke was nowhere to be seen. "Mr. Dilke?" she asked, looking everywhere both in the mirror and around the room. It seemed like she was once again alone so this was probably a good time to leave. "Bye, Mr. Dilke. Erm... hope you enjoyed that."

Leanne wasn't sure what to say really, or if anyone could even hear her, but she felt like she had to say something. She returned to the corridor and closed the old man's door behind her. The question now was what she should do next?