A lingering aroma

The next morning, Mia woke up feeling refreshed and somewhat relieved. There was no trace of the strange sensations from yesterday. The only evidence anything was amiss was her still sensitive genitals, and a warm, clinging feeling, almost like she was sweaty, that was still there even after she showered. As she prepared for uni, she wondered if it had been entirely in her own mind, a breakdown from too much stress and frustration.

Determined not to let her guard down, Mia kept on alert through her morning routine, searching for any signs of the invisible hands. The air around her felt a little stuffy and humid, sure, but the gentle caresses that once tormented her were gone. With a sigh of relief, Mia left the house and made her way cautiously to the station. So far, she had seen nothing out of the ordinary, but the touches could still reappear once she boarded the train. Despite her concern, she felt her nipples harden at the thought.

As she boarded the train, Mia caught a whiff of something funky. She saw a few people crinkle their nose, and hoped it was a passing smell. It was almost impossible to change carriages on this line. The scent itself was disconcerting, reminding her of something unclean and deeply unsettling. Yet at the same time, it was also oddly compelling, stirring up a mix of emotions that left her feeling both repulsed and aroused.

As the train made its way towards campus, Mia found herself caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. On one hand, she was grateful to be free from the grasp of the invisible hands; on the other, she couldn't deny the thrill of yesterday's unwanted attentions. Sitting right here in this seat... she took a deep breath to calm herself.

It wasn't until Mia caught a whiff of the stench wafting up from her seat that she realized. The faint but foul odor wasn't coming from the train; it was coming from her. Somehow, the invisible touches had left their mark on her body, a lingering residue that clung to her like a second layer of skin. Mia recognised the scent as something more lewd now. No wonder she was so distracted, she constantly smelt of sex.

Mia ran her finger along her arm, to see if there was anything on her skin, but her finger came up clean. She sniffed her clothes, but they weren't the source either. Where was this smell coming from? As Mia stepped off the train at the university, she knew that she needed to find a way to wash this smell off before continuing with her day.

With a deep breath, Mia walked the long way around the campus, heading for the disused public bathroom near the old portables. Her heart raced with anxiety as she slowly pushed open the door. The bathroom was cold and unwelcoming, but she was relieved to find it empty. Mia grabbed some paper towel from the dispenser, ran some under the tap, loaded some more up with soap, and then hurried into a stall, closing the door and locking it securely behind her. The air inside the stall was thick with the scent of urine and disinfectant, but it was nothing compared to the smell of sex that clung to her skin.

As Mia prepared to wash herself in the toilet stall, she realized with horror that smell was all over her. She couldn't just clean her arms and legs, she'd have to clean her whole body. Especially if the invisible hands were responsible for the smell; they had focused on some very particular areas. Defeated, with no other option, she began to remove her blouse and skirt, and then her underwear, hanging them on the hooks on the back of the stall door. Eventually Mia stood meekly in the cramped public bathroom stall, naked and exposed under the harsh fluorescent lights.

As she stood there, trembling with embarrassment, Mia grabbed a handful of the soap from the paper towel and began to lather it on her hands. She scrubbed her skin vigorously, trying to remove every trace of the invisible hands' touch. She first focused on her arms, scrubbing them over and over again until her skin turned pink from the friction. The soap was a bit harsh on her tender skin, but she didn't care. She had to get the smell off of her.

Mia moved on to washing her breasts, where the invisible hands had spent a great deal of time yesterday. She then focused on her nipples, using gentle circles to avoid irritating them with the paper towel. As Mia scrubbed herself, she couldn't help but feel a strange sensation stirring within her. At first, she thought it was a tingling sensation from the soap, but as her nipples hardened and she felt a dampness between her legs, she soon realised it was something more.

Next, she moved down to her stomach, using the soap to gently scrub away any remaining residue from the hands. The sensation of the soap on her sensitive skin was both invigorating and slightly uncomfortable, adding to the growing tension between arousal and disgust.

Moving lower, she focused on her thighs and legs, working the soap into every crevice and fold of skin. As she moved down to her calves and feet, she couldn't help but notice that her breath was coming quicker and shallower. The act of cleansing herself, of focusing on her body in this intimate way, was stirring up intense feelings of desire and anticipation.

Finally, she turned her attention to her pubic area, using the soap to cleanse her inner thighs and mound. As Mia's hands drifted closer to her pussy, the intense sensations she was experiencing began to overwhelm her. Her heart raced, her skin tingled, and her breath came in short, sharp gasps. The combination of disgust, arousal, and fear made it difficult for her to focus on anything else but the pleasure that was building inside her.

Without realizing it, her fingers began to move faster, circling her clitoris and rubbing her labia. The feeling of her fingers against her sensitive skin sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body, making it harder and harder to resist the urge to climax.

As she rubbed herself, she could feel her body tensing, the muscles in her legs tightening in anticipation. As she neared the brink of climax, the sensation of being in the public toilet began to dawn on her. The cold, sterile air, the smell of urine, and the sound of running water. What was she doing? Here? In public?

Her heart pounded in her chest as she fought to maintain control. The thought of making herself cum in the public toilet was too much for her to bear, too humiliating and degrading. With a final burst of willpower, she pushed her fingers away from her clit and took a deep breath.

As the wave of pleasure subsided, Mia wiped the soap from her body with damp paper towel, hoping that the moisture would help to rinse away the last of the smell. Skin flushed and heart racing, she patted herself dry and re-dressed, though she must have missed a spot, because her panties still felt damp. She breathed in. The smell of sex had begun to fade, but it seemed that no matter how much she washed, it refused to completely disappear.

With a sigh of frustration, Mia flushed the toilet and left the stall, her heart still pounding with anxiety. The smell of sex lingered in the air, but it was fainter now. She knew that she would never be able to truly wash it off, that the memory of the hand's caresses would always be with her. But for now, she had done all she could.

Troy slouched in his chair, his fingers hovering idly above the keyboard of his computer screen as he stared blankly ahead. Working as a customer service agent at a call center was no easy task; the days were long, the work tedious, and the pay barely enough to cover the bills. But still, he trudged along, knowing that soon he could return home and once again play with Mia via the doll.

Now a day removed from his taunting, he wondered what she thought had happened, and why it had suddenly stopped. He also regretted not bringing the doll with him to work. Sure, they checked bags here, but he'd snuck things into work before. A little play session could be exactly what he needed to break up the monotony of his day. Next time, he decided.