The Interloper

Outside of the library, Sandra was making her way across the parking lot to her car. Her face was still slightly flushed from the strange telekinetic encounter she had just experienced. Sandra had always had always had a small fantasy of one day encountering something exhilarating and exciting like that. A **** or event beyond what should be possible. After getting a little taste, well...she would need to come back here again and have a chat with Nate. She would be lying if she said that she did not want to see more.

As she approached her parked car, it suddenly seemed like Sandra might get her wish sooner than anticipated.

"Ooh! Mina?"

Sandra let out a surprised little gasp as some sort of unseen **** suddenly flowed up her legs and began to whirl and wrap possessively around her hips and between her thighs. The **** of this invisible motion caused her skirt to fly up and flare around her, exposing her bare legs and lacy beige lingerie to anyone who happened to be looking her way. The blonde haired woman quickly fought to push it back down as she squirmed at the sensation of the small cyclone of enveloping ****. Once Sandra managed to finally fight her skirt back down into place, she realized with a start that the invisible **** was now fully grasping her hips, insinuated between her legs, and holding her in place.

"Mina? What are you doinnGG!" Sandra's words ended in a surprised squeak when the **** beneath her skirt suddenly lifted her off her feet and sent her gliding towards the back door of her station wagon.

The back door to her car opened itself before her, and the invisible **** quickly guided her into the rear seat before slamming the door shut behind her. Once she was inside, Sandra watched in wide eyed confusion as her keys ejected themselves from her purse towards the driver seat before the car seemingly started on its own.

"Mina whatnngghhoooOOH!"

Sandra's hands flew out to either side of her and dug into the tops of the seat in clenching grasps to support herself as her ass momentarily jumped up in response to the telekinetic concerto that had just erupted between her legs. Her floral skirt was whisked up her thighs to bunch up around her waist, and she looked down with wide eyes to see the fabric of her underwear seemingly ripple and squirm from the invisible forces working working her over beneath them. Before, Mina's telekinetic antics had been subtle and playful. Now, whatever was happening was much stronger and to the point. The woman's mouth dropped open in a low involuntary moan as her pussy seemed to practically come alive beneath her panties with a humming manipulating ****.

"Oh...oh my god..." Sandra moaned and squirmed in her seat as the invisible **** continued.

She suddenly realized that her car was pulling out of the parking lot, driving on its own as if a ghostly chauffeur sat behind the wheel.

"Mina...Mina..."

Sandra moaned as she rocked her hips against the forces between her legs. The buttons on her cardigan suddenly all came undone at once before her top flew open to expose her well endowed mounds being supported by a lacy bra. She felt more invisible forces descend on her chest to bring her nipples to a vibrating point as her globes were grabbed and fondled. Her hands instinctively reached up to grab her tits, but the forces still continued to mould and tease her breasts beneath her grasp.

The forceful directness of this telekinetic encounter was not something Sandra had been expecting from Mina, at least based off of her brief interaction back in the library. Even some of the more subtle invisible touches felt a bit different. It was almost as if...

"You're...You're not Mina...are you..." Sandra managed to speak in a husky, breathless voice.

As if in response, she felt a new sensation. It was like a pleasant tingling tickle stroking inside of her head across her brain. From this delicate telekinetic touch on her grey matter, Sandra's body immediately reacted. Her mouth dropped open as a wave of arousal, stronger than anything she had ever felt before, suddenly flowed through her body. She was already a bit turned on from what was happening, but whatever the **** had just done in her in her brain cranked up her libido from aroused to frothing at the mouth horny.

Sandra did not know exactly what was happening, but if she had to guess, this unknown telekinetic was dexterously teasing and manipulating specific neural pathways in her brain to puppet her body's arousal and stimulation. However, any attempt at comprehending what was happening in her head was quickly abandoned at the telekinetic interloper's next maneuver. Already practically drooling from aroused excitement, Sandra's breath came in a ragged hitch as a humming tingling **** suddenly seemed to form at every pleasurable nerve cluster through her pussy to then expertly caress each sensitive nerve ending at once.

"NNnnnNGhgghgaaaAAA!"

Sandra exploded with a cry of passion as her thighs flew apart and her back arched and pressed against her seat. There were no words, no thoughts, just ravenous moaning howls from the woman's lips as she bucked and writhed in an explosive orgasm that momentarily shattered all thought and consciousness from her mind. She gripped at the seat, her chest, and between her legs in spasming undulating movements as she writhed in orgasmic ecstasy. Sandra had no way to conceptualize the pleasure she was feeling, because nothing had ever come close to this mind shattering orgasm.

Slowly, after what felt like an eternity, the world began to come back into focus. However, the breathless, frazzled woman knew she was not done. That tingling **** was still tickling in her brain, and her arousal was still flaring into overdrive. The invisible, telekinetic forces were still teasing and playing between her legs, with her tits, and elsewhere with her body to make her pant and squirm in the back seat of her still moving car. Sandra did not know who was doing this or really what was even happening. The blinding haze of lust coursing through her could only let her form one coherent thought: Give in to this.

"Please..." Sandra moaned, not even truly aware of what she was begging for.

The invisible **** knew what she wanted though, and she arched her back with another mewling cry of passion as the telekinetic touch worked her pussy with such impossible **** and dexterity that she thought she might go mad. Any fleeting resistance Sandra may have considered was abandoned. Writhing in orgasmic ecstasy, she submitted to the unseen **** and let it drive her body into mind melting passion.

This whole time, her car drove on. Sandra caught glimpses of passing vehicles, street signs, and buildings, but her mind was hardly focused on anything past the pleasure being worked through her body. In a fleeting moment of clarity, the woman noticed her car pulling into the basement garage of some sort of towering downtown high rise building. The vehicle pulled to a stop next to an elevator, and the floor indicator ticked down as the lift descended towards her level. As the numbers counted down, the forces working Sandra over became more and more intense. Whoever was telekinetically dominating her was coming...and so was Sandra.

The woman's body and brain were humming with arousal and invisible forces driving her into a sexual mania. Her breaths came in ragged panting moans as another orgasm fast approached. How many had wracked through her body at this point, she had lost count. When the elevator doors slid open with a ding!, Sandra could not even focus on the figure standing within. As soon as they were visible, a final telekinetic **** roared through her. Sandra involuntarily thrust her hips up off of the seat as her head pressed back with a soundless cry of passion. This final push was too much, and her consciousness finally snapped. Her eyes rolled back into her head as her body shook in uncontrollable ecstasy until she finally slumped down comatose into the chair.

Sandra's body was spent from the atomic telekinetic fuck, and her **** mind drifted through a dreamy haze of sex and passion. She was only passingly aware of being lifted out of her car by invisible forces and carried through the air towards elevator and its passenger. Her car then drove off behind her as she was pulled up to the figure.

In her sex fueled **** stupor, a dull smile played at the blonde haired woman's lips. Some part of Sandra's psyche had just been altered. The woman had just experienced orgasmic pleasure beyond anything she believed to be even physically possible. She had done as her body had pleaded for her to do: 'give in to this'. Despite her catatonic exhaustion, Sandra wanted more. She wanted to submit to this insane power, and she suspected that was what the interloper wanted too.

Sandra floated into the elevator, and the doors closed behind her.