Collette drove with confidence, weaving through the heavy morning traffic with ease.  The Arizona sun was rising behind us, the sky a crimson chandelier. Long shadows stretched out before us, pointing our way.  Collette spoke softly, her eyes never leaving the road, “you know what I want you to do?”

           “Yes, mistress,” I said, she couldn’t see me nod.

           Collette looked over at the empty seat next to her. “This is going to be the best meeting I have ever attended.” She was giddy with excitement. I was to pleasure her during the meeting, of course, but she had other ideas.  I was to play the part of a poltergeist during the meeting when any of the attendees became longwinded.  I knew my task well and Collette had informed me who was most in love with their own voice.

More than once now she had lamented on my invisibility. The pleasures outweighed the inconveniences; she enjoyed having me with her and pleasuring her body as she performed her daily tasks. Still, she had said more than once, she wished I could control my invisibility so that I could run the menial tasks associated with life from grocery shopping to fetching her dry cleaning. These tasks were no longer mine, my invisibility a hindrance. 

           She had the annual board meeting with the president of the company and all six board members as well as the top five sales personnel. Twelve people would be crowded around the huge wooden table shouting accolades and insults, trading stories and spinning yarns, it was controlled chaos and Collette was looking forward to it. More for what I would do than what would be discussed.

           Collette turned into the parking garage, the tall building reaching towards the sparkling sky.  Collette parked the car and shut off the engine. “Ready?” She asked.

           “Yes, mistress.”

           She smiled at me, a flash of warmth that could melt the polar icecaps.  She exited the car and waited for me to climb out the same door. We had performed this procedure countless times and it no longer looked like she was waiting intentionally; practice makes perfect, as the saying goes.

           I followed Collette into the building, the tan carpeting masking our footfalls.  I was naked, as necessary to remain hidden from prying eyes, and moved silently through the hallway.  I kept close to Collette, not wanting to accidentally brush up against another person and reveal my presence or cause any unwanted questions. Collette led us to the boardroom and I climbed under the table to await her signal to begin.  We had discussed my tasks and I knew the signals that would direct my actions.  

           The table was thick and heavy and masked the sounds of the conversations above me.  More people entered the room until all the chairs were filled and a dozen pairs of feet littered the ground underneath the table. The meeting began and Collette kicked off her left shoe, my signal to begin.

           She was dressed in a Navy blue blazer with a white blouse. Her knee-length skirt allowed me access to her wet sex, the thoughts of the meeting progressing as she plColletted exciting her. She had left her panties at home, a thought that had kept my cock standing proud.  Seems that all men liked just KNOWING that the woman they were with was panty-free even if nothing was done about that fact. 

           I inched forward and slid my hands up her bare legs.  Her skin was warm to my touch and her legs parted slightly. I slipped forward and slid my tongue along her calf, trailing the wet muscle behind her knee.  Slowly I slid higher, my tongue guiding me like the center bar in an amusement park car ride.  My head slipped underneath her skirt, the chair stopping my progress. I could move no higher, her body and skirt pinning me in place. 

           I licked the skin I could reach, her soft thighs, turning my head from one to the other.  The meeting was progressing above me and I could hear the muted voice of Collette making a point followed by a round of assent. Collette realized my position was hindered and shifted forward in her chair, her ass resting against the edge of the chair. She was leaning forward against the table, sitting with her legs spread to allow me access to her sex. 

           Her new position allowed me to raise my head and press my tongue against her pussy.  Her thighs still prevented my full access to her sex, my tongue straining to reach her wetness.  I played my tongue over the outer folds of her sex, my tongue a snake, twisting forward, fully extended.  I brought my right hand up to assist, sliding it along her hot leg, past her knee, her thigh, to twist and probe her sex. I slipped my middle finger into her body and twisted my hand over itself in a rocking motion, massaging her pussy. My tongue licked along my finger, licking the outer skin of her sex as my hand pleasured her.

           Collette was trapped in the conversation, leading the show from above as I pleasured her from below.  My hand was twisting; my wrist crossing over itself as I kept my tongue extended fully to reach her sex while her thighs and skirt prevented my tongue from penetrating her pussy.  I felt Collette clench and her hand dropped under the table to push me away. I obeyed, pulling my hand from her pussy and sitting between her legs as she pulled her shoe back on.

           The meeting progressed and Collette slid her chair back about a foot. She was giving me a way to climb out from under the table and I did, standing behind her.  I rested my hands on her shoulders, a comforting gesture. The president began to ramble about the future of the company, telling a story from his childhood and Collette tapped the table with her thumb.

           I took my cue and walked around the room, staying close to the wall.  I walked behind the president and when he paused to take a sip of his water I reached over his shoulder.  I held still and when he set the glass down, I grabbed it and knocked it over, spilling the water.

           “Shit,” he said as I backed away and returned to Collette’s side, once again resting my hands affectionately on her shoulders.

           The group giggled in muffled mirth, trying not to laugh as the president, his story forgotten, hastened to clean up the water he (I) had spilled.  He climbed from his sitting position, grabbed some towels from the wet bar against the back wall and returned, cleaning up the spill. “Where was I?” He asked.

           Collette smiled.

           The president shook his head, realized he shouldn’t restart the story so he yielded the floor to the members of the board. Each in turn began to praise the sales team, keeping their presentations short.  I kissed the top of Collette’s head, my hands on her shoulders. I knew I couldn’t do much more, not wanting to reveal my presence by manipulating her clothing.  It would be obvious if I massaged her shoulders; her clothes would give way to my ministrations. 

           The regional manager began to get long winded and Collette reached up and grabbed my hand. I knew what she meant and crossed the room.  I stood by the light switch and flipped it, sending the room into darkness.  His speech stopped as the person closest to the door stumbled in the darkness, the thin line of light coming from under the door guiding him like a ship guided by a lighthouse. 

           He flipped on the light revealing a look of confusion, wondering how the switch had manipulated itself. He turned his back to return to his chair and I flipped off the switch again.  He turned back and I began walking back to Collette’s side as he flipped the light back on. “I’ll call maintenance,” he announced when the light came back on. 

           Collette stood up and stretched.  Taking my cue I returned to my kneeling position under the table.  Collette sat back down, sitting on the edge of the chair. The thick table blocked the view of the happenings under the table and I was once again able to play my hands over Collette’s pussy and my tongue over her thighs. 

           I massaged her pussy, once again slipping a finger into her pussy. A second finger joined the first and I began to piston them, pulling them from her sex and sliding them back in. My fingers were coated with her excitement. I pulled my fingers from her pussy and painted her thighs with her juices.  Returning my fingers to their sheath I lowered my head, lapping at her thighs, tasting her. 

           Above me, Collette’s hands slipped under the table to hold me against her sex.  The meeting was winding down and Collette wanted to savor her pleasure slowly. The people filed out of the room and Collette announced she would wait for maintenance.  When we were alone Collette moaned heatedly, her fingers scratching my naked back. 

           I continued my ministrations and Collette slipped further forward on the chair until I could get my tongue further under her skirt. My tongue swiped against her clit and Collette pulled her hand to her mouth, biting her palm as she came against my mouth. Her hand muffled her excitement as my tongue continued to lap at her sex.  She came against me, her thighs gripping my invisible head as she bit her hand.

           “God!” she squeaked, muffling her pleasure with her hand.

           She was breathing heavily and had to hurriedly shift forward in the chair when the maintenance man came in. “Are you okay?” He asked.

           “Yes,” Collette nodded.

           He looked at her again and turned away shaking his head.  He looked at the light switch, cycled the lights on and off, found nothing wrong, and announced, “I need to get another switch. I don’t see any wrong, but I’m going to replace it anyway.”

           Collette nodded mutely as he turned to leave.

           I kept dancing my tongue against Collette’s thighs, her position no longer allowing me access to her sex. My tongue tasted her skin and my invisible cock was bouncing with my heartbeat.  Collette pulled me from under the table.  “Best meeting I have ever attended,” she whispered.

           “Glad you liked it,” I smiled, talking in quite tones.

           “Very much so.”

           I followed Collette out of the board room where, watching as she said her good-byes.  I stayed close to her, keeping myself out of other peoples reach. Over the last few months I have gotten good at it. It was best to keep my “condition” a secret. Besides, I smiled; it is more fun this way.

           Collette drove us home, the meeting done and the sun overhead, a blue clear sky promising delights to come.