Invisible apology

Brian defeatedly tossed his keys on the table. 'That was fucking embarassing,' he thought. "Whatever, they're assholes". His spoken words evaporated in his empty apartment. A shower would clear his mind.

As Brian undressed in the bathroom he thought back to the girl he hit on. 'Probably out of my league, she was so hot.' as he stepped into the shower his mind lingered on her and he found himself getting hard. The warm shower and the image of her delicate curves was too much to bear. Brian reached for the bodywash to jack off when he heard a noise from the livingroom. He quickly turned the water off and listened. It sounded like someone was rummaging around in his kitchen cabinets. 'I definitely locked the door.' he thought. 'How the fuck could someone get in here.' He wrapped a towel around himself and slowly crept out of the bathroom.

The kitchen seemed normal. The noise had stopped and all was still. 'fucking weird.' Brian thought. Suddenly he felt his ass slapped. He turned around just in time to see a spatula clatter to the floor. He paused and stared at the utensle resting on the floor. What just happened? He reached down to pick it up when it suddenly slid out of his reach. Brian started back.

"Fuck...fuck fuck fuck. This fucking place is haunted??" The spatula gently floated into the air and moved towards Brian, who quickly turned to run to the door. He almost faceplanted though as he bumped into something soft which threw him off balance. Before him floated one of his black longsleeve t shirts, filled out to the proportions of a curvy female form. Brian couldn't help noticing the two perfectly shaped mounds protruding towards him, which slimmed down to a petit waist and ended at what could only be imagined as broad hips. He paused, equally fascinated and terrified.

"Who are you?! L-leave me alone!" He backed away.

"Ah ah ah." A sexy female voice said from the shirt. "That wouldn't be a proper way to greet someone who just wants to...talk." At the word 'talk' Brian felt his towel constrict around his now deflated cock and begin pumping. He looked down to see his towel shifting up and down on him on its own. As his erection grew, so diminished his panic.

"Talk?" He nervously said, looking up at the floating shirt.

"Talk...I might have been a bit rude earlier." Brians towel began jerking him off faster as it similarly fondled his ass. "I thought I would make it up to you." The shirt began sauntering towards him. "You like these?" Invisible hands compressed the perfectly round tits. Brians towel tugged him forward towards the ghostly figure. "Come and touch if you like." His hips met the figure, but he hesitated. "Don't worry, I'm not going to suck your soul out of your cock." He felt a slap on his ass. The floating spatula had returned. He slowly ran his hands over the curvy waist of the black cotton, the invisible body inside felt flawless. So curvy but firm, like there really was someone inside it. His hands smoothed over the tits and began fondling. Whatever was inside this shirt felt good.

"W-wait. You said apologize? What apology?" He backed away.

"Damn, I thought you might just recognise me by by body." The shirt cossed it's arms. "You were oogling it at the bar all right." Suddenly Brian connected the dots.

"The bar...your that girl? The one who rejected me? What are you some ghost or something?" A feminine chuckle sent a sensual shiver down Brians spine.

"No not a ghost. Just like you, but with more abilities. But let's drop that for now shall we? I'd like to talk about something else." Suddenly a pair of Brians leather gloves floated out of the closet and took the form of two delicate hands. One dove under his towel and squeezed his cock. The other began messing through his hair.

"Talk about what exactly?" He nervously responded. A second shirt came out of the closet, one of his tanktops, and filled out to an identically sexy shape as the first. The glove on his dick began pulling him back towards the figures.

"Well," said the airy female voice. "How would you like us to apologize?" The tanktop squished its breasts against him, and Brian wrapped his arms around it's waist. In response the long sleeve wrapped its arms around him from behind. His mind went blank with arousal, he was sandwiched between two invisible bodes being controlled by one telekinetic babe.