Sue Storm Makes Time For Herself

A soft buzz. A chime, as if her phone was ringing. Sue Storm looked down, as if she had received a call, but the message was different.

ME TIME.

The supposed phone call was a good excuse to disengage from whatever Sue was taking, to secret herself in the bathroom, bedroom, or closet—and then she would acknowledge the notification, slide her hand down her pants, and watch the naked blonde pleasure herself. The video was different every time, although the woman was the same. There was audio if she wanted it, though it always started off muted. An app ideally designed for stealthy masturbation.

It was only a few minutes at a time. 3-5 minutes every few hours during the day. Longer at night. The times were random, although never while Sue was doing anything strenuous or actively talking with another, probably using the phone's speaker and vibration sensors to monitor her activity. The Invisible Woman couldn't always answer the notification, and noticed when she missed one the next session was longer. It amused her that the app kept track of how much "me time" Sue took, and it was weirdly accurate how much of that time Sue actually spent touching herself.

In truth, Sue quickly came to look forward to her "me time." She found herself growing wet and excited more quickly, her fingers rubbing her clit more in a few days than in the weeks previous. Sometimes, all she needed was to hear the buzz and chime and her nipples would start to stiffen. With a wry smile, Sue would stare at the sexy blonde on the screen and feel her heartbeat quicken.

Night time was the best time. With the door locked, and Reed in his lab, Sue could turn up the volume a little. The blonde on the screen was a moaner. Soft, insistent sounds that made Sue's stomach flutter. It seemed easier to climax, when the sounds were on. Sue's pussy was wetter, her fingers slid inside her damp slit easier. She would watch the blonde slut try different positions, fingers toying with her tits, or between her legs. Sometimes, Sue tried to mimic the position, the motions, to imagine herself as the blonde bitch in the app—and the climax came faster, more intense.

"I've really been enjoying it," Sue Storm told Dr. Stone, at their next session. "I didn't think I could actually cum, but with the app—"

Dr. Stone nodded. The psychiatrist wore a white blouse today, the threadcount not quite high enough to conceal that she wasn't wearing a bra. Sometimes, she really did look like the beautiful blonde bitch on the app—but no, the golden hair was styled differently, the breasts a little larger and higher, the lips more pouty. There was certainly a resemblance, but Sue realized that the woman on the app looked like a sluttier version of Dr. Stone.

"Yes, it's very encouraging. Helps you find time for yourself," the psychiatrist leaned forward. "But have you experimented with its other functions?"

Sue Storm blinked. There were other functions?