The water rained down, our skin becoming wet. Collette and I were locked in a warm embrace, the steamy water of the shower pelting our sensitive skin.  Collette’s breasts looked flat, oddly misshapen as they pressed against my invisible body; her nipples pushed back against my chest. The water fell along my skin and looked like a trickle down a pane of glass, sheeting and dropping to pool at our feet.

           We kissed, Collette’s tongue looking like a snake dancing to the tune of a charmer’s reed.  My tongue, invisible to sight, probed back. It was like a childhood parody of kissing, acted out by pre-adolescent teens to mock their siblings, but it was real. Warmth and desire, passion and heat melted our souls in that water logged kiss.  Collette pulled back; her breasts, no longer trapped against my chest, fell to their normal position, looked enticing. I reached out and surprised her by softly caressing a hard nipple.

           Collette moaned and tilted her head back when I bent forward and took the ripe fruit of her nipple into my mouth. The water fell against Collette’s neck when I bent forward, my body no longer blocking the pelting spray. A fine mist of steam rose at our feet, enveloping our skin like vines around a centuries old tree. 

           I tasted the clean skin of her breasts and reached up the cup the ample flesh of her body.  I caressed her breasts, my hands warm against her wet flesh. She moaned again, leaning into my palms. I softly caressed the twin mounds of her breasts, my thumbs sliding against her nipples.  I continued to caress her body, savoring the look of pleasure on her face and the sounds of contentment slipping between her soft lips.

           With her head tilted back she whispered to me, “I have a date tonight,” she informed me between purrs of pleasure.

           I tilted my head in curiosity, my tongue sliding in a lazy arc against her left nipple as I my head shifted. 

           Collette reached down, and finding my head, she pulled me up from my slightly prone position.  The water once again looked like sheeting rain as it fell along my body. Collette looked radiant, the warm water putting a glow on her skin. Her hands cupped my face and she looked into the space between her hands, “I want you to help me get ready and I want you to come with me. You will keep me turned on all night, and then at the end of the evening you will stand quietly and watch him fuck me.” 

           She was smiling, enjoying the thought of the night ahead, “yes, mistress,” and I nodded, Collette’s hands shifting with my unseen face. 

           Collette exhaled a sound of delight, “yeah.” She lowered her hands and spun around, “wash my hair, please,” she breathed.

           I picked up the bottle of shampoo resting on the edge of the tub and squirted a healthy dollop on my intangible hand. Setting the bottle down, I began to lather Collette’s brown hair, my fingers kneading her scalp, working the shampoo into her hair. I washed her hair, massaging her scalp as I did. I pulled the lather down the soft stands of her hair, until the suds enveloped her head.  I stepped aside and proceeded to rinse her scalp, the sudsy water falling at our feet to drain away.

           Collette moaned loudly, savoring the feel of my hands as they danced along her scalp.  I finished washing her hair and then turned the water off as she directed. The knobs appeared to turn by themselves, my hands as invisible as the rest of my body.  The water stopped and slowly the mist faded. The bathroom mirror was coated in a film of moisture, obscuring any reflections. 

As Collette commanded, I followed her into the bedroom. She opened the closet door and began searching through the outfits, looking for what she wanted to wear that evening.  She pulled a short, sleeveless, floral sundress from the closet, hesitated, and put it back.  Her hand trailed over a black, backless evening dress and she pulled it from the closet.  Collette set it on the bed and crossed the room to open the top drawer to her dresser.

I watched as she slid a pair of black panties up her legs, twisting them higher until they gripped her crotch like a protective shield. She pulled a matching brassiere from the dresser and donned that, adjusting her beautiful breasts in the soft cups.  I watched in silence as Collette applied make-up to her face, just a light dusting more to highlight her delicate features instead of painting a new look. 

Collette stepped into the dress and turned around so I could watch her zip the black garment, the zipper reaching just above her waist. She looked beautiful and I told her so.

“Thank you,” she smiled.  She pirouetted in front of a full-length mirror, twisting side to side, examining her outfit.  We heard the doorbell ring and Collette spun to face the door leading from the bedroom.  “My date is here,” she announced, smiling broadly. “Remember, stay quiet.  Don’t give yourself away.  Understood?”

“Yes, mistress,” I nodded, feeling silly at the unseen display.

“Good,” she said, turning to leave the room. At the doorway she stopped, “you know, I don’t need these,” she said. She reached under her knee-length dress and gripped the edge of her black panties.  She slid them down her legs, the crotch the last to snap free. The last piece of fabric seemed to hang on like a dying man clinging to life, not wanting to let go. Collette stepped out of the flimsy panties and threw them onto the bed. “Much better,” she said, “let’s go.”

I followed Collette as we left the room.  We walked to the front door where she greeted a handsome man, with thick black hair.  He had a neatly trimmed beard and was dressed in a dark blue sport coat and tie. Collette greeted him with a chaste kiss and after a polite greeting he asked, “ready?”

“Yes,” Collette purred facing me more than the man, who she had greeted as Daniel. She turned to lock the door, pausing for about twenty seconds to allow me to sneak outside.  I was still not quite used to going around naked, but it was the only way to remain hidden in my invisible state outside of the house. I still remained collared while in the house, the brown leather marking my position.  Collette liked knowing I was naked; she had commented on it many times and had sent me to stand outside during the day just to imaging me out there naked. I was invisible, but in her mind she could see me displaying my nude body.

“Anything wrong?” Daniel asked, looking at Collette as she paused to shut the door.

“No, just making sure I am not forgetting anything.”

“You look great, by the way,” he said.

“Thank you,” she smiled, and locked the door.

Daniel opened the door for Collette and she paused again, waiting until I climbed into the back seat, unseen by Daniel. Stalling, Collette leaned closer to Daniel and whispered, “you smell great.”

He smiled, “thank you.”

Collette climbed into the car and buckled her seatbelt. Daniel shut the door and as he was walking around to his door I shifted forward on the seat behind Collette. When Daniel started the car, I reached my invisible hand outward along the left edge of the car and began to gently fondle Collette’s right breast through the fabric of her dress. She gasped in aroused shock and said, “nothing,” when Daniel asked her what was wrong.

I continued to softly caress Collette’s breast through her dress as Daniel drove towards the restaurant.  They were chatting amiably, but I wasn’t listening to their banter. I kept my hand sliding along the soft swell of Collette’s breast, trailing an unseen finger down her stomach to her hip and back up until my hand rubber her sexy neck.  She was speaking slowly, savoring my touch, her soft voice hitching occasionally.

Daniel parked the car and Collette opened her door. She blocked the door with her body, allowing my unseen form to slip silently from the back seat.  Collette and Daniel walked arm-in-arm into the restaurant, and I had to hastily squeeze between the slowly shutting doors. 

We were in a quaint Italian restaurant.  Red and white checkerboard tablecloths adorned the tables, and a large red taper was burning, the flame dancing in the gentle air currents of the air conditioning.  Fake sausages were hanging from the walls, and soft music was playing, filling the air with the gentle sounds.  A young woman, no more than twenty years old grabbed a pair of menus and escorted Collette and Daniel to a booth along the back wall.

The tablecloth hung down and I had to crawl close to the floor to prevent disturbing the fabric with my body.  I climbed under the table, and positioned my prostrate form between Collette’s legs.  She accommodated my form by spreading her thighs, sitting unladylike on the bench, her bare sex open to my gaze.  I could not reach my head between her thighs, but my probing fingers had free access to her pussy.

Daniel and Collette were talking, holding hands, and laughing happily as I knelt under the table with my fingers exploring the warm cavern of Collette’s sex. I slipped two fingers inside her sex and used my thumb to massage the excited nub of her clit.  My caresses in the car had excited her and her pussy was wet with desire, my fingers parting her lips easily. 

I could barely hear their muted conversation, as they whispered in the romantic air of the restaurant.  They discussed work and butterflies, poetry and politics. Through it all I kept my hands busy, stroking Collette’s sex, sliding wet fingers along the warm skin of her thighs. I rubbed her knees and calves softly, sliding the back of my fingers tenderly from her thighs to her ankles and back.  I heard Collette exhale throatily as her pleasure climbed, occasionally pausing during the conversation to clamp her thighs together, trapping my hand within the moist recesses of her sex until her pleasure waned.

They ordered dinner and still my fingers and hands roamed over Collette’s body. I licked behind her knees, shifting under the table, hiding my body away from Daniel’s flailing feet.  My tongue slid along Collette’s calves, down to her feet where I would trace the edge of her shoes, my tongue painting her skin and her shoe simultaneously.  The random burst of thick breath from Collette would spur me on. 

They ate silently, Collette trapping two fingers within her sex during the meal. Her thighs were clamped tightly together, my hand pinned between them so that I could only wiggle the two fingers probing her pussy. I kept my fingers slowly rotating, crossing them over one another inside her sex until I heard Collette breath to Daniel, words that stroked both our egos, “I want you,” she breathed, her voice heavy with excitement, “take me home.”

Daniel hastened to pay the bill, handing the keys to Collette. I followed Collette out of the restaurant, “I am so turned on,” she whispered to me, holding the door open so that I could once again climb into the car to sit behind her.  Collette unlocked the door for Daniel who appeared a moment later, darting from the restaurant to the car like a missile. He got in, started the car, and sped away towards Collette’s house, smiling at the flushed color of her cheeks.

We pulled into the Driveway of Collette’s Arizona home, the sun setting like crimson fire on the horizon.  Clouds of rust floated in the evening sky, a lazy parade smiling down. Collette climbed out of the car and stood by the fender as Daniel locked his door.  She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him passionately, her tongue slipping into his mouth.  The diversion worked and I was able to sneak out of the car unhindered.

Collette pulled Daniel into the house and towards the bedroom, my invisible body following behind them.  I stood silently in the corner of the bedroom, my cock standing firm as I watched Daniel unzip Collette’s dress. He gasped in unbridled excitement as her dress fell to the ground, smiling at her naked and exposed crotch. They kissed with passion, Collette’s hands pulling Daniels blazer off of his broad shoulders.

I slowly stroked my cock, but knew that I had to refrain from ejaculating. My sperm would be visible when it left my body, and I did not want to risk Daniel finding he has an audience as he lowered Collette’s naked body to the bed.  Collette spread her legs, her pussy glistening in the soft light of the lamps that illuminated the room.  Daniel stripped off his clothes, and climbed into bed, his turgid cock leading the way.

Collette wrapped her legs around him, his cock sliding easily into her heated and ready sex.  They were animalistic, Daniel thrusting heatedly, Collette’s fingers clawing Daniel’s back, her teeth sinking passionately into his shoulders. They twisted on the bed, Daniel pulling Collette’s nipples into his mouth, biting softly on the hard flesh. Collette bit Daniel’s lips, pulling the red flesh of his mouth into hers.  They were grunting at the passion, Collette’s shouts of pleasure filling the room. She came loudly, her voice high, her breathing heavy. 

The passion spurred my hand, my stroking growing faster as I watched the passion erupt before me.  Twice I had to pull my hand off of my cock to prevent the final release that could reveal my presence.  I slowly teased myself as I had teased Collette, stroking my cock slowly, my pleasure climbing higher as I continued to watch the couple on the bed. 

Daniel screamed, throwing his head back as he came, ejaculating, and spilling his seed inside Collette’s sex.  He continued to thrust within her until he was spent, his orgasm loud and long.  He pulled his waning cock from Collette’s sex and fell back onto the bed. He reached out and took Collette’s hand, “wow,” he breathed, “that was amazing.”

Collette purred in agreement.

“Mind if I take a shower?” Daniel asked.

Collette shook her head, “feel free,” she replied.

Daniel climbed out of bed and walked into the bathroom. When the sound of Daniel singing was heard, intermixed with the raining water, Collette called me over.  “That was great,” she told me, “I was so horny that each touch of your hand almost made me come.  Thank you.”

Kneeling next to the bed I whispered, “you’re welcome.” My cock was still hard, throbbing with need as I shifted to sit by Collette’s side. 

Daniel emerged from the shower, looking refreshed, but fatigued.  “Wow,” he repeated his earlier word.  “What do you want to do know?” he asked.

Collette smiled, “would you mind if I saw you out. I am a little tired now.”

He smiled, pleased with his prowess and replied, “not at all.” 

Collette escorted Daniel to the door.  They kissed good night, just a hint of passion in their lips. Collette locked the door behind Daniel and returned to the bedroom. “Now,” Collette told me, “clean me. I want you to eat his sperm from my pussy.”

The bed shifted under my weight as I crawled between Collette’s widely parted thighs, “yes, mistress.”  I slid my tongue along her thighs until I reached the matted patch of her pubic hair.  I could smell their combined juices, thick and heady. I trailed my tongue lower, slipping the muscle into her sex. The taste was heavy and strong, Daniel’s sperm thick on my tongue. 

Collette purred above my, her hands digging into my shoulders. Collette was looking at her sex, my invisible body not hindering her view.  I pulled a thick glob of Daniel’s seed from her sex, the white fluid thick on my tongue. I lifted my head, the sperm appearing to float in mid-air before disappearing behind my shutting mouth. “Ooh,” Collette moaned in delight at the display I offered.

My head returned between her thighs, as my tongue continued to clean her pussy. I could taste her with him, strong and heavy, her juices mixing with his in an erotic cocktail.  I lapped her sex, my tongue massaging the swollen lips of her sex. Collette moaned in delight and wrapped her legs around my head. She held my head trapped against her sex, her scent strong in my nostrils as she came again.  She screeched in delight, shouting my name, her fingers digging into my skin. A thin trail of blood seeped from the scratches, sliding down my invisible body in a lazy rivulet. 

Collette’s head was held back, her voice high as she shouted in delight.  She released my captive head and still I lapped at her juices, cleaning her sex once again. I lapped her sex until she was clean, my tongue dry, the taste of Collette and Daniel heavy on my tongue.  Collette was relaxing, her legs parted, her eyes drifting shut. “Very good,” she whispered, “very good.”

 She spoke slowly, her words fading as fatigue overtook her. “We will have to do this again,” she said behind tired eyes. Her hand reached down and pulled me higher. She felt my erect cock sliding against her body. “We will have to do something about that,” she said.

Then, her eyes shut, her head held comfortably by the gentle embrace of her pillow, she added, “tomorrow.”