Helping hands

As Karen woke up the next morning, she felt a little strange, a little frisky. She shrugged it off, thinking it was just leftover excitement from the previous night's events. Hours of grinding on the dance floor can do that to you.

It can also leave you rather sweaty as well, so despite the hangover Karen dragged herself out of bed.

As she stepped into the shower, she felt a light sensation on her clit. It was almost as if the water was teasing her, but it was too light to be sure. Karen tried to ignore it and continue with her morning routine, but the feeling only grew stronger.

Meanwhile, Jennifer the witch was lounging on her couch, thoroughly enjoying the power she held over Karen. Pulling the hood that hide her clit aside Jenifer got to work. She slowly teased her clit, rubbing lazy circles and tapping it gently. She knew that every movement she made would be mirrored onto Karen's own pussy, causing her to feel pleasure against her will.

Karen's hand wandered down to her own pussy, trying to ease the aching that had suddenly appeared. Slowly at first, her hand following the areas of her pussy that sparked with excitement due to some unknown source. She rubbed and rubbed, trying to recreate the feeling that was driving her crazy. It felt as though there was an extra pair of hands in the shower with her, but that was impossible, right?

Jennifer laughed as she watched Karen's movements on her own phone screen. She had set up a spell that allowed her to see everything that Karen was experiencing. "So, she's finally decided to start masturbating," Jennifer chuckled. "Horny, aren't you?"

Karen tried to pull her hood back down, but it was no use. The tapping continued, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She let out a moan, trying to think of anything else to distract herself. But the feeling was too intense, too overwhelming. Leaning against the field shower wall, as the arousal made her body shiver.

Jennifer stood up suddenly, stopping the pleasure in its tracks. "Perhaps not," she laughed. "We'll have some real fun later." She walked away, leaving Karen panting and frustrated in the shower.

Karen continued to rub, trying to reach some sort of release. But no matter what she did, she couldn't seem to cum. It was almost like she just couldn’t cross some kind of hurdle. It was so close but nothing she did could make her move closer. She stormed out of the shower, dripping wet and angry. She slipped on some clothes, but even that didn't help. Her nipples poked through her shirt and her underwear felt damp.

The rest of the day was a blur of frustration and arousal. Karen tried to focus on her chores, but every movement she made only served to remind her of the predicament.

By the time evening rolled around, Karen was a mess. She had been in a constant state of arousal all day, and she was exhausted. Jennifer finally relenting from her light tapping, allowing Karen to have some peace and quiet. But even as she drifted off to sleep, Karen knew that this was far from over.