Connor Explores a Little

Connor just stared at the lingerie, hovering in the air in front of him.

"Muh--Mrs. Anderson?" He muttered quietly, trying to get a sense of himself as he slowly walked around the floating underwear. They hovered in space, perfectly still except for a slight bobbing motion. As he moved around them, he could see under the straps, through the lace.

He blinked his eyes a couple times. The panties were the same lace ones he had held earlier--the same ones he swore he saw waving motion at him in the laundry room.

He could see the labels inside of them, he could read the tiny text. At first, he considered that this might actually be a dream. He was working on that homework assignment for quite a while — it was possible that he'd just fallen asleep at his desk. He looked at the batteries in his hand that he'd just pulled out of his standalone apartment doorbell, then back up at the clothes again.

"I guess...I was thinking about you a little harder than I imagined," he said to the hovering objects, looking specifically at the lace panties he'd encountered earlier that day. He slowly stepped over to his desk, putting the batteries down. When he turned back to look at the underwear again, it had shifted — turned to face him.

A little shocked at this new development, he turned back to his desk and grabbed his phone. When he opened it up, he could see every little detail, read every little icon. Beyond that — he was reflecting on all these details in real time. He couldn't ever remember doing that in a dream before.

The time read twelve minutes past midnight...which was exactly as he expected based on when he finished his assignment. He opened up his camera app, and he could feel his pulse quickening as he pointed the lens at the hovering underwear. He snapped a picture. At first, they were as stoic as when he first encountered them, but after he snapped the picture, they shifted.

He gasped a little, keeping his eye on them through the screen. The left hip of the red lacy brief cocked toward him, and the matching bra faced him at a three-quarter angle now. Strange as all this was, he obliged them by snapping another photo, finally cracking a smile.

They held their pose after the second picture. Connor went through the app, looking at the two pictures he just snapped as he slowly circled them in the other direction. They remained as still as before, and Connor held his phone up to photograph them from the side. He snapped yet another picture.

"This...feels pretty real," Connor said to the ghostly presence. "And when weird stuff happens like this in my dreams, I'm not really used to asking questions about it." He took a cautious step toward the underwear. "Not to say anything like this has ever happened…because honestly, this is pretty interesting."

The underwear shifted again, and Connor drew a quick breath — preparing to back up again as the lacy lingerie posed once more. The bra jaunted toward him as the front of the panties dipped forward. When they held position again, it was as if the ostensible invisible woman inside the lingerie was leaning toward him.

Connor found himself trembling a little, but it wasn't exactly out of fear. There was an anticipation running through him — another feeling that he never remembered reflecting on inside of a dream. He held up his phone and snapped another picture of the new pose. He tried to still himself, and for whatever reason, talking to this disembodied set of underwear seemed to help center him.

"I mean, as long as I was going to have a dream about Mrs. Anderson's underwear — the least my mind could have done is actually put her in them," he laughed. After he said it, the pairing seemed to stand upright again. They held Connor's attention in every motion as the fabric in the rear of the panties bunched up at the bottom of the hip joint. Instead of a new pose, the underclothing seemed to stride toward him, emulating an invisible walk as they did.

Connor held his ground. He considered backing away from the approaching ghost, but he couldn't get his body to actually do it. The curiosity that was building in him was enough to hold him to the ground as the details of Mrs. Anderson's lingerie became even clearer.

Connor studied the bra straps in silence for a second, his eyes wandering down the curving shapes and toward the bulging translucent cups. The ghostly red lace formed an invisible impression that he could easily imagine as Mrs. Anderson's body.

His next psychological cope was humor.

"So, um...maybe this is about me handling you earlier?" Connor asked, nervously shoving his hands in his pockets as he looked down to the panties. "I mean — I didn't really expect to get a visit out of it." He thought about what happened earlier in the day. "I wasn't imagining when you waved at me, was I?"

Both the bra and the panties slowly swayed from side to side, as if to answer 'no' to his question. Nervous laughter escaped Connor as he looked back up at the well-filled bra.

"This is all…pretty intimidating," he said. The bra shuffled back and forth a little bit, and the panties tilted from side to side. Were they flirting with him? He took a deep breath, looking the set of disembodied clothing up and down again. "Maybe…maybe I'm going about this all wrong," he said. "If you're really standing in front of me without Mrs. Anderson, I'm guessing you decided to do this on your own."

The cups and straps of the bra tipped forward. That was as resounding a 'yes' as he was going to get from empty clothing...

"So maybe I started something earlier…and you're--uh..." Connor stuttered, clearing his throat. "And you're back for more?"

Another motion, the same as before. Now he felt like he was getting somewhere. He looked at his phone again, then back up at Mrs. Anderson's misplaced laundry.

"And you kind of posed for my pictures, but I'm guessing you're not exactly here to have a photo shoot?"

This time, the set swayed back and forth. These yes/no questions were making things pretty easy!

"Okay, okay…" Connor laughed a little. "I'm not gonna lie, that's more than intriguing," Connor smiled, "especially since I'm getting to be pretty sure this isn't a dream." He slowly pulled his hands back out of his pockets now. He hadn't really considered the erotic implications of something like another woman's panties — after all, he hadn't meant to grab them earlier. They simply fell out of her basket, and he picked them up.

The set stepped closer again — close enough that Connor could look straight down between the straps of the empty bra and into the panties. He could feel his face turning red, the blood pumping behind his ears. He took another deep breath, nervously looking around the room for any signs that he was being watched. He wasn't sure why. All the action was right in front of him.

"Good god, I can even smell you," Connor whispered to the empty lingerie. The scent was somewhere between Mrs. Anderson's perfume and clean laundry. Connor swallowed hard as the red-blooded male in him began reacting to the curved forms in front of him — however empty they might be.

The stillness of these things as they silently defied gravity was killing him. They were inches away from him now, practically daring him to reach out and find out exactly what they were filled with. Connor gingerly held his forearm beside the set, slowly passing it laterally through the empty space between the bra and panties.

Sure enough, it was empty. This wasn't just an invisible, scantily-clad Mrs. Anderson fucking with his mind. (Though he'd probably have been fine with that too.) For whatever reason, her set of underwear was standing in front of him all on its own...and it voluntarily insinuated its way into his apartment for a visit.

"I'm…I'm going to just —" With the same hand he just passed through the middle of the empty set of lingerie, Connor reached out and traced his fingers along the side of the red lace briefs. His touch was barely there at first, and he stroked his fingers toward the front of the briefs, pressing harder as he went around the gentle curve of the belly. "Wow," he breathed--barely saying the word aloud.

It didn't seem to react negatively. In fact, the whole outfit got a little closer as his fingers wandered to the other hip. There was something behind the fabric — some pressure holding it in its place. These things weren't just being suspended in the air — they were being filled out by something intangible.

"J-just give me any kind of sign if you'd rather I stop," Connor stuttered. As his hand passed back over the front of the panties, he hooked his fingers inside, running them down the empty crotch of the underwear. The lingerie didn't seem to react at all, and Connor trembled a little as his fingers went lower and lower — reaching down to the junction of the leg holes.

Now his biology was really reacting. The fact that there was no Mrs. Anderson inside these panties didn't seem to matter to his 'lower mind'. For Connor, there was an obvious intimacy in the tactile exploration of an article that would normally be right against Ms. Anderson's...

"Wow, sorry..." Connor said, pulling back his hand. Now his face was completely red. He swallowed hard again, looking back up at the bra in front of him. The clothing hadn't moved an inch throughout his more daring explorations. He took another deep breath and said the words again. "Sorry, I just can't believe that--ugh!"

He gasped a little. With his hands at his sides again, both of the articles pressed against his body. At this point, he was composed enough in the strange situation that he didn't back away — but it took him a few moments to absorb this new assertion on the part of the lingerie. He could feel the pressure of the lace cups against his chest, and now the red briefs he explored had cleared the gap between them. They were just touching against the crotch of his jeans, gently sliding back and forth with only the slightest motion.

"Whoa," was the only thing that escaped from his mouth. Now, Connor was as stoic as the disembodied clothing was before. As the panties gently played against the denim in his jeans, his male biology was reacting more than ever.