Mia's day of intrusive touches

Mia woke up feeling unusually flushed and flustered. As she made her way to the bathroom to prepare for her day at university, she noticed a peculiar sensation on her breasts — a gentle, warm pressure that seemed to come from the air around her. Feeling around her own breasts, Mia couldn't figure out where the touch was coming from, but soon it disappeared, so she chalked it up to nerves, or fatigue.

Later, as she got dressed, Mia noticed some other sensations - a brush across her cheek, a subtle caress of her breast or ass. Each touch was so fleeting that she initially assumed she was imagining it, but the invisible hands kept finding their way back to her body, startling her each time they touched her. Frustrated and confused, Mia tried to focus on getting ready for her class, determined not to let these mysterious sensations ruin her day.

Finally prepared, Mia made her way downstairs, pausing at the front door before she left. Attempting to clear her mind, Mia took a deep breath, focused her thoughts, and stepped outside. To her relief, there was no trace of the touches once she had closed the front door, and she quickly made her way to the train station. Thinking back over the morning, she dismissed the sensations as part of her overactive imagination.

As the train arrived, Mia boarded and found a seat, hoping for a quiet trip to university. However to her horror, moments after the train doors closed, the invisible touches returned. They began innocently enough, softly stroking along her shoulders and the side of her neck, and Mia did her best to ignore them. But soon they grew bolder, tracing down between and around her breasts, circling her nipples, exploring every curve and contour of her chest. Despite her attempts to ignore them, Mia found herself becoming increasingly aroused by the unseen fingers tracing her body.

The touches became more rigorous, providing constant stimulation as Mia sat trapped on the train. Every time she thought she had adapted to the sensations, they would return even stronger than before. Mia could feel her heart racing as the touches moved lower, tracing delicate patterns across her thighs and hips, circling dangerously close to her pussy. Her breath came faster now, shallow pants echoing in her ears as the anticipation built to almost unbearable levels. Every jolt of the train threatening to send her over the edge.

And then, just as she thought she'd reached her limit, the invisible hands finally reached their target, pulsing pressure on her pussy while furiously rubbing her clit. A jolt of electricity shot through her core, sending waves of pure bliss cascading over her like a waterfall. Mia fought desperately to hold back a moan as her entire body tensed, every muscle drawn tight in the grip of a powerful orgasm. The stimulation continued as Mia's orgasm raged on, and then after a moment, it suddenly disappeared.

Mia felt a wave of shame wash over her. Her heart raced, her breath came in ragged gasps, and her entire being trembled with the aftershocks of pleasure. Her face flushed crimson as she clutched at her skirt, trying desperately to regain some sense of composure. The other passengers may have been unaware of what had transpired, but Mia was painfully aware of every last detail. Yet even as she battled her rising humiliation, Mia couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal lingering beneath the surface.

By the time the train pulled into the station, Mia had managed to regain some control over her emotions. With a deep breath, she stood up and exited into the station, hoping that nobody had noticed her erect nipples and flushed face, or the damp spot she had left behind on the train seat. She still felt the lingering traces of arousal as she stepped off the train, and worse still, the ethereal touches soon returned, teasing her still sensitive body.

Mia arrived at university, attempting to continue her day as normal, but the sensation of the invisible hands was impossible to ignore. As she listened to her professor's lecture, she could feel the hands cupping her breasts and trailing up her thighs. Sometimes they would squeeze her butt cheeks, making her shift uncomfortably in her seat. Even during group discussions with her friends, they would tease her nipples or rub against her clit, making it hard to follow the conversation.

Throughout the day, Mia struggled to maintain any semblance of concentration. Her mind constantly wandered, trying to make sense of what was happening to her, and she had to constantly adjust herself to hide her growing arousal. She found her thoughts sometimes drifting into fantasy before she refocused them, wary of succumbing to another public orgasm. She spent the morning aroused, frustrated and confused.

Troy was thankful he had taken note of Mia's schedule. Waiting until she boarded the train before he started his **** was a smart move, as there was nowhere she hide once it has left that station. He imagined Mia squirming in her train seat, wondering what the source of her sudden pleasure was. Trying desperately to hold her moans in public. It didn't take Troy long to develop into a rhythm.

After his initial explorations, he found the doll didn't move, but it did blush. After his session on the train, Troy was surprised to find it squirted too. Troy glanced at the clock in his room, noting he still had hours left before Mia returned home. He was so glad he didn't work Mondays.

During breaks between classes, Mia tried to hide in the library, hoping the quiet atmosphere would help her think clearly. Yet even there, she wasn't safe from the invisible hands. They followed her, caressing her ass, even rubbing lightly at her pussy. At one point, she caught another student watching her before quickly looking away. Was this person responsible for her torment? Or was it all in her head?

The day passed in a haze of distraction and lust, and eventually Mia left the university, frustrated and aroused. The touches seemed to die down a little as she made her way back home, though as she sat on the train she couldn't stop thinking of her public orgasm that morning, in a mixture of arousal and shame. The hands had kept her stimulated the rest of the day, but she hadn't been brought to climax again, and her body was eager for release.

Once home, Mia hurried inside, keen to retreat to the safety of her room. Troy was nowhere to be found, probably up in his room playing some new video game or watching some pervy anime. She quickly made her way upstairs to her bedroom, needing some time alone.

As soon as she stepped in her room, Mia found herself overcome with lust. The constant stimulation of the day had finally caught up with her, and she could feel the throbbing heat between her legs begging for relief. Regretfully, she pushed back against her urges, knowing Troy was nearby in the next room. Tomorrow, she promised herself. The house is empty tomorrow.

She tried changing into comfortable pajamas, hoping that would distract her from the lustful thoughts invading her mind. But as she dressed, she again felt the invisible hands stroking her, tracing paths along her skin that left her flushed and aroused.

**** for release, Mia considered taking a cold shower or going for a brisk walk to clear her head. Yet each time she approached the bathroom or grabbed her keys, she found herself being pulled back towards her bedroom, drawn irresistibly by the promise of pleasure.

Finally, unable to deny herself any longer, Mia gave in to her baser instincts. I can be quiet, she told herself, playing some soft music to help mask any sounds she made. Closing her eyes, she lay back on her bed and reached for the vibrator in her drawer. Her fingers trembled slightly as she switched it on, the familiar hum filling her bedroom. It was like an invitation, beckoning her to explore the depths of her desires.

With a deep breath, she guided the vibrator towards her throbbing sex. The cool metal head brushed against her labia, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She gasped as the sensation intensified, her hips starting to move of their own accord. As Mia lost herself in her own pleasure, she noticed the invisible hands seemed to be caressing her body in tandem with the vibrator's movements.

They began by tracing slow circles around her nipples, with a touch that sent shivers down her spine. As the hands made their journey south, they reached Mia's thighs and she slowly parted her legs, revealing her aching cunt to their touch. The vibrator buzzed against her swollen lips, while the invisible fingers slipped between her legs, stroking and circling her clit with expert technique. The sensation was overwhelming, driving her wild with desire.

With every stroke, every caress, Mia felt as if she were being pulled deeper into a world of pleasure that she had never known existed. As she neared the brink, the hands and the vibrator worked in harmony, building her up to an almost unbearable level of arousal. With a loud moan of pure pleasure, Mia climaxed, her whole body convulsing as wave after wave of bliss washed over her. The vibrator buzzed in her hand, the invisible fingers continued to dance across her skin, and she collapsed onto her bed, spent and satisfied.

As the afterglow faded, Mia lay there, catching her breath, her mind drifting back to the day's events. Part of her wondered if the hands were real or if they were simply a product of her own repressed sexual desires. Another part of her suddenly realised how loud she had moaned, with Troy in the next room. So much for being quiet, Mia thought wryly.

Troy couldn't believe how well the doll had worked. In one day, he had taken his stuck-up housemate Mia, brought her to orgasm in public, and then tempted her into her own masturbation session. He sat at the desk in his room, playing with the doll of her in one hand, and stroking himself in the other. He reveled in the sound of her moans and groans, taking perverse glee in knowing he was responsible for bringing her such intense pleasure. He wished he could go to the next room and watch her writhing on the bed, but he didn't want to reveal his hand just yet. He still had plans for the other two dolls.

As he continued stroking, Mia reached her climax, and Troy felt a rush of satisfaction wash over him. Knowing he brought Mia to orgasm, and she didn't know herself, fueled his own arousal even more, and brought him right to the edge. Thinking quickly, he brought the doll in front of him, and covered it in his cum. He wondered what that felt like for Mia. As an experiment, he decided to leave her like that, and put the doll aside on his cum towel.

Spent, he prepared himself to go clean up in the bathroom, but before he could, he heard the sounds of Mia's door opening, and footsteps headed downstairs. Troy made a quick decision: He had to see her. He quickly pulled on his sweats, wiped his hands on his towel, and made his way down.

As Troy descended the stairs, he noticed Mia pouring a glass of water in the kitchen, looking flustered and disheveled. She was wearing a sweat matted pajama set, her hair was messy, and there were beads of sweat on her forehead. It was clear what she had been doing. He wondered if she knew that.

Taking a deep breath, he approached her casually. "Hey Mia, you okay?" he asked, trying to hide his smirk.

Mia jumped slightly at Troy's sudden appearance, her eyes darting around nervously before settling on him. She had hoped Troy hadn't heard her through the wall, but she could see in his eyes that he had. "Y-yes... I think so," she stammered, her face flushing crimson. "I just needed some fresh air."

Troy watched as Mia struggled to maintain eye contact with him. Deep down, he knew what he was doing was wrong, but he couldn't bring himself to stop. This was only the first doll. Think what he could do with three.

"Well, if you ever need some help, don't hesitate to ask," he said softly. Mia, normally quick witted and dismissive, said nothing, just nodded quietly.

As Troy filled a glass of water and headed back upstairs, he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. His little experiment had gone better than expected, and now his mind was racing at all the possibilities. He'd have to be careful though, he didn't want to be found out quite yet. There were plenty more experiments to run.