Mrs. Hawthorne at home

"But Sharon...what are you going to do? Just sit here by yourself?" Mr. Hawthorne demanded to his wife. "We've been planning for this cocktail party for months! And today all of a sudden you're not interested?"

Mrs. Hawthorne placed her hands on her hips, she was in her favorite black silk nightgown, in a visual attempt to protest her departure from home.

"I know Alex, I just feel so wiped from work today, you know we had our midterm and the sooner I grade them the sooner I can help my student get better."

Alex Hawthorne spoke very clearly and focused. "Your student? Just one? And I thought your TA does most of the grading for you." His logic was a seismic event that shook the illusion she was trying to create. Her response was quick, too quick.

"Oh my TA is sick...and of course I mean all my students. I'm just so tired is all."

In her mind she meant only one student. The senior who could touch her from across the room. Felix. The one she couldn't stop thinking about. Once Alex was gone she hoped to text Felix so he could finish what he started in class before walking out, hopefully then they could find some closure. The deepest crevaces of her consciousness knew that that's not how it would work. Felix's telekinetic control over her clothes and body excited her in a way she hadn't felt in years. But she couldn't believe he would do something like that to her in public, controlling her hands like she was his puppet. Everyone had just watched as she squeaked and moaned for what seemed like an eternity, long after Felix had left. Tomorrow she'll probably have to meet with her dean and explain the whole situation on a wardrobe malfunction, or a bug. Yea... A bug in her shirt.

"Fine... I'll go for the two of us. But I'll stay as long as I want. I'm not rushing home to you once you get bored here grading your 'papers.'" His air quotes confirmed her suspicion that he didn't buy her lie.

"Honey... You know I'll probably go to bed in an hour. Please, just cut me some slack."

Alex's features softened.

She walked him to his car, kissing him goodnight and waving farewell as he sped off in his finely tuned mechanical system of German machinery. She turned and skipped back into the house. She felt like she was back in school, her arousal and excitement both built up in her, creating a high of energy. She picked up her phone and scrolled through the contacts, landing on Felix's number. But wait, Alex had only just left. Going too quickly into this opened the risk that he might come home and find her floating in the kitchen humping the air. Then no lie about midterms or teachers assistants would cover her. She decided to make some evening tea and watch tv for a bit. College students don't go to sleep early anyways.

The hot water rumbled in the water boiler, sounding like a distant avalanche. Sharon Hawthorne stood watching the small conical device shake slightly as the electric base super heated the water within. Finally the plastic "on" lever was released from its spring and it flipped down, snapping against the case, and announcing it's happy arrival at the desired temperature. Without looking Sharon extended her slim arm and groped the counter for her mug, confusion and primal frustration grew on her features as her hands met with only the tiled countertop. She finally investigated with her eyes and discovered her mug floating in the air above the sink. Butterflies erupted in her stomach and her sex drive hit the gas.

"Hiii Felix." She said with a smile. Her tea mug firmly but gently lowered itself into the sink. Commotion from behind her caused her to surprisedly swivel around just as a wine bottle and a single glass slid on the counter towards her. "Wh-what are you..." The bottle picked itself up and spilled a half glass of it's contents forward. Sharon slowly picked up the glass and scanned the room "Thank...you..." She waited for anything to happen. Felix knew she was alone obviously, so she no longer needed to text him. So what was his plan? The sound of the television turning on brought her into the living room. A small candle was lit on the coffee table in front of the couch, and "10 things I hate about you" played on the screen.

"So this is a movie date then," she took a sip of the wine and flashed a smile into the air. "Sounds nice." Her ass was lustfully grabbed by her nightgown. "Oh!" She chimed. "Maybe not a date night?" As if in apology one of her delicate hands pulled forward, leading her to the couch. As she sat she prepaired herself for anything, whatever a telekinetic horny 20 something might be thinking of, to her surprise and delight all that happened was a blanket slid on its own over her petite hips and tucked itself in around her. "Mmmm cozy. Ah!" Her shoulders stooped forward suddenly from a sudden back massage. Sharon's torso rocked silently with the invisible **** which traveled over her neck, shoulders, and back. She closed her eyes and moaned softly, the powers Felix used on her were surprisingly strong. She felt like a plaything to him, he could do so much and yet here she was getting a massage. As if in response she felt the massage lower itself to the bust of her round tits, contained in the silk of her nightgown.

"Ooohh Felix." She breathed. Watching the smooth curves of her body rock and roll on their own was supernaturally arousing. "You sure we want to watch a movie? I'm pretty turned on right now..." To answer her question again, her breasts were left alone and her masseuse returned to her less sensitive areas. She laughed, "Fine, but the movie will end sometime..." Her panties suddenly squeezed her, she yelped and sat forward. "Ooh!! Oh that was meaaan. I'm trying to watch the movieeee" She jokingly wined.

So she watched the movie, enjoying her wine and her massage. Her telekinetic affair stayed modest, occasionally wandering to her sweet curvatious zones, to which Sharon would squirm and hollowly protest of the distraction. She only did this because she knew that things were bound to get more interesting once the movie ended. It gave her the feeling of at least mild control over the situation. An illusion that was completely eviscerated during the scene where Julia Stiles dances on a table in front of her schoolmates. Sharon's body suddenly found itself **** to mimic the choreography. Her surprised laughter rang through the house as she was **** facedown on the couch and her ass shook on its own, punctuated by the slap of an invisible hand.

As the ending credits floated up the screen the young teacher began to feel warmly aroused, being still lightly caressed by her invisible crush. She nuzzled her body into the couch, underneath the blanket she felt the hem of her gown slide up over her hips.

"What are you...ahhhaha..." As if there were an invisible hand, the blanket pressed down on her crotch and began a new kind of massage. "I seeee, now that the date's over you show me what you really want hmmm?" Her large eye's beamed their surprise as invisible lips pressed against hers. "Mmm! Mmmmm...." She moaned through the kiss. Her hands naturally raised to embrace the kisser, and she idiotically waved them though the air. She feigned a sigh of timid frustration. "Well this is a little one sided isn't it? Mm-ah!" Her body sat up and her arms yanked together over her head. "What are you...mm-mmmm..." She gazed at her tits as they rolled circles within her gown. The shiny material creased and folded over her rebellious orbs. "Wow, maybe we should head upstairs? I'll bet you can do a lot with the toys I have under my bed." Sharon almost screamed as her body floated up from the couch and rocketed up the stairs. The door to her room opened and she was flung onto the sheets.

"Ok mister! That was not ok!" She scolded into the empty room. "You need to warn me or...something..." A plastic translucent box flung itself out from the bed and the top popped off, slowly a pair of fuzzy handcuffs lifted itself in front of Sharon to examine. "Oh-kaaay so we're going straight there are we?" The cuffs swiftly snapped their soft material over her wrists, and yanked her into the middle of the room with her hands raised. "Ohh! Felix what- what are you gonna do?" She softly asked. A ping pong paddle rattled out of her toybox and spanked her. She yelped and turned just in time to see the floating paddle make another light smack. Sharon bit her lip and moaned, "mmm that's sooo hot....more!" Several more spanks later the cuffs yanked her back over to the bed. She fell on her back and was dragged to the wooden back of the bed frame, cuffed hands still raised high. The paddle floated to her thighs and made delicate swirls over her olive skin. Sharon turned her head to her large rolling mirror door and watched the ghostly scene reflected back at her. The paddle roamed her body, and she could see from her angle, the invisible groping of her body. Her breasts flattened and rolled over her, and the busty firm curvature of her hips rocked on the bed. Her hair gathered together on its own into a tail.

Suddenly the slam of a car door brought her to the surface. Alex couldn't be home, it hadn't been more than a couple hours. Swiftly the handcuffs released her and she hopped on her own off the bed to the window, to see her husband gallantly striding to the front door.

"Shit Alex is home..." Her panic turned to relief. There wasn't anyone here to catch. Technically she didn't do anything. Her relief alchimized to disappointment. "Fuck that was so hot..." The handcuffs floated back to the box. Her hair twirled itself into a clean bun and the bed sheets flattened themselves out.

"Sharon! I'm back!" Alex called as he entered the abode. The plastic lid floated to the box, then stopped. Sharon waited, staring dumbly at the incomplete sequence of events. She could hear Alex ascending the stairs, clatter of his dress shoes growing louder with every step.

"What are you waiting for...put it back!" She tried to manually press the lid down, failing to move it even an inch. "What are you doing?!" She quietly hissed. The handle of the bedroom door turned and just as the door began sliding forward, a blue egg vibrator zipped up from the box and entered Sharon. The lid dropped in an instant and slid under the bed.

"You're awake! Thought you night be asleep by now."

Sharon didn't move, processing what it was that just happened. She could feel the vibrator still inside her. "Uhh...yea! I just was g-OIKG-g" Her powers of speech became jello as the egg began sliding in and out of her. She could feel her face growing hot with blush.

Alex stared at his wife. "What...?"

"I'm just. going to. bed... now." She just lifted the bed comforter when her hips were thrust forward and she landed facedown in bed, her ass suddenly pulled up into the air on it's own. Alex further gazed at the strange position his wife had chosen to end her day in.

"Ok...I'm going to take a shower. Don't wait up for me." The bathroom door shut behind him and the shower hissed it's call of tepid steamy splendor.

Sharon tried to move but found her ass magnetically locked into the air. "What are you doing?!" Again she demanded. "You can't use your powers when he's h-HERE!" The egg thrust more inside her. "Oh! Oh shit!" She tried to suppress her voice into an airy moan. Her ass was dropped and she was flipped over on her front. She watched her perky tits squish and move on their own through her blouse as she humped the air under her covers. "Mmmm Felix! I'm gonna - I'm gonna come..." Suddenly the egg began vibrating inside her, sending Sharon into a panting overdrive. She clenched her teeth and pulled at the sheets and her breathing rapidly heaved into her pleasure. The orgasm erupted in her, she saw herself in her mirror, squirming and writhing alone under her covers. Trying in vain to contain the invisible forces pleasuring her. Finally the fire of her orgasm cleared and the arch of her back relaxed back into the mattress. The white noise of the shower stopped and Alex stepped out in a bathrobe, casually drying his hair. He glanced at Sharon in bed, her hair wild and her face red. She stared vacantly at the wall and breathed slowly.

"You ok?"

Quickly an invisible kiss landed on her neck widening her eyes. Mrs. Hawthorne's answer came wrapped in a sigh. "Just fine..."