Tom pulled into the lot of the city's park area and parked in the very last slot at the end, far away from the benches, the restrooms and maintenance shacks, and anyone who happened to be there. A large tree and some medium sized bushes partially concealed his car from curious and wandering eyes.
Tom turned to his driving companion and asked, "Are you ready?"
"I think so," she replied, nervous.
Brenda, the woman who Tom had saved from a rapist a couple of days ago, climbed out of the car. She was there to help Tom conduct experiments with an unusual pair of rings he had found. The rings had the ability to make the wearers completely invisible, as well as give them the power to make objects invisible, too. Generally or specifically, any object within the rings' power field, even people, could be made to vanish from sight.
Tom had rescued Brenda from her attacker while he was wearing one of the rings, and she had figured out that it was him who had saved her. Because he didn't want anyone to think she had lost her mind by telling them about an invisible savior, Tom told Brenda the whole story about how he had found the rings and how to use their unique ability. He also made her promise not to tell anyone about them or what they can do, fearing they could be used for the wrong, even illegal, purposes.
Tom made a promise to the previous owner, a gentleman farmer who wrote the note and instructions left with the rings and used them during the turn of the century, his newfound abilities would be used to help, not hurt.
But it was okay (according to the long gone farmer) to have a little fun with the rings, and that's exactly what he and Brenda were going to do: have some fun. Nothing mean or cruel, of course; just some harmless 'fooling around', like the fun Tom had when he first tried out the rings during some risqué pranks he had pulled the day after he discovered them.
Discovering each other, Tom and Brenda spent yesterday exploring their bodies and sexual delights. He enjoyed that wonderful afternoon (and evening), making love to Brenda, who enjoyed Tom's sexual prowess as well as his large penis.
The discovery of their attraction and lustful yearning for each other was glorious and magical for both of them, the pair feeling neglected for want of companionship and tenderness, neither of which was given to them by their respective (and 'ex') significant others.
But Brenda, now having the courage to tell someone about her desire to have more than just 'regular' sex, wanted to try out her fun and naughty ideas with Tom, knowing he was on the same page as she was. And Tom obliged her by bringing her with him to the park to fulfill her wishes... with a little invisible help.
Tom got out of his car and joined her on the other side, "Okay, what would like to try first?"
Brenda shrugged, "I'm not sure; I've never done this before." She stood there thinking about for a moment, then, "Okay, give me an idea of what to do. Show me what you did the other day."
"Alright," Tom nodded and looked around, "Sit down over there, and watch the fun." He pointed to one of the benches. Grabbing a magazine out of the car, Brenda sauntered over and sat down near the park's path.
Tom looked around to make sure no one would witness him disappearing and mumbled the words, 'Per is vox, lux lucis sinus', the inscription on the inside of the ring, and slipped the ring onto his finger. Pretending to read her magazine, Brenda watched him fade from view and become invisible. She sat back on the bench and readied herself for the 'show'.
Their first experiment came in the form of a woman walking her small dog. She was slim and athletic looking, wearing red shorts and what looked like a sports bra/top. Glancing over her magazine, Brenda's eyes widened and she suppressed a smirk when she saw the lady's top and shorts vanish.
She wasn't wearing anything under her top, and it was quickly noticed by some guy in his car who slammed on his brakes to avoid running off the park's lot into the bushes. Brenda saw the poor man shake his head, as if he were seeing things, at the sight of a woman walking her pooch wearing a pair of white panties and nothing else.
The lady turned at the sound of the squealing brakes just as her clothes came back into view.
The next test came in the form of another woman, this time getting out of her car and setting her purse on the hood. Digging out a make-up compact, she checked her face and hair in the tiny mirror, not realizing that her slacks were missing.
The one person who did realize it was a man sitting in the car next to her, and he grinned at the sight of her bare bottom, her ass crack topped with the T-bar of the tiny thong she was wearing.
Seeing his gaze in her mirror, the lady turned and gave him an annoyed glare, not knowing she had just given the gazer a flash of camel toe when her crotch was presented to him. She simply huffed at the man and stalked off, leaving him with a confused look when her pants return to the visible realm.
Brenda just hid her grin behind the magazine, and started a little when she heard, "How was that?" whispered at her. Tom, still invisible, was sitting next to her.
"Oh, my God," she giggled quietly, "That was hilarious. That poor guy in the first car, though..."
"Yeah, I know," Tom chuckled, just as quietly, "We have to be careful. We don't someone getting hurt by doing this." Brenda couldn't see it, but Tom got a mischievous grin on his face and asked, "Are you ready for the next test?"
Brenda got butterflies in her stomach and said, "I'm ready... I think."
"Don't worry; I'll be right here with you the whole time."
Tom waited for a young man he spotted to come up the path, and then touched the strap of the zip-up summer dress Brenda was wearing. She gasped a little when she looked down from the magazine she held and saw her dress disappear.
Tom's dick started to stir at the sight of her creamy curves... all of them, for he had told her not to wear anything under her dress. So when the young man walked up, the first thing he saw was Brenda, sitting quietly on the bench, reading her magazine... and, with the exception of her tennis shoes, completely nude. He slowly walked up to her, almost speechless.
"Hi," said Brenda as the man approached, butterflies still fluttering away inside her, and smiled.
"Uh... hi there," was all he could say at that moment.
"Isn't it a great day?" she asked, noticing that his eyes were drifting down to her full, round, and now visible, boobs.
"Uh, yeah; it's... beautiful... uh, outside today." The young man leaned in a little and asked, "Uh, should you be doing this?"
Brenda gave him a fake, quizzical look, "Doing what, reading a magazine?"
"Uh, no; sitting here... like that." He pointed to her body.
"Like what?"
The man looked around, "Look, some people might not like what you're doing; if you ask me, they're all prudes. But I'd hate to see someone as pretty as you get the cops called on her, because..." and turned back to Brenda, his face twisted in confusion when he saw her dressed in the outfit she started with.
"'Get the cops called on me' for what?" Brenda asked, still feinting seriousness.
The young guy just blinked a couple of times and sputtered, "Uh... um... nothing."
"Are you all right?"
"Uh... yes... ...no." He slowly walked away, very confused.
Once the guy was out of sight, Brenda started giggling and blushing all over. Still unseen sitting next to her, Tom added his chortles to hers.
"Oh, my God," she squeaked out, "I can't believe I just did that."
"Pretty cool, huh?" Tom commented.
"That was exciting and scary at the same time," she whispered, "That guy saw me naked... but I wasn't, was I?"
"Nope. Technically, you were still wearing your dress."
"That was weird; I could still feel it on my body... but it wasn't there."
"You wanna do it again?"
Brenda grinned and quickly nodded.
Two elderly ladies walked by, chatting about this and that, and suddenly gasped at the sight of Brenda standing up to stretch, wearing... absolutely nothing!
Tom had to adjust his cock through his shorts, for it and his eyes were enjoying the view of Brenda's round, luscious, bare ass. And she almost let loose a suppressed giggle, knowing full well she was flashing her tits and her bare, almost bald pussy at the ladies.
They whispered and huffed to each other about how 'indecent and disgusting' it was for a woman to walk around that way but, when they looked back to admonish Brenda, their faces froze in puzzlement. Brenda sat back down and picked up her magazine, fully dressed.
One lady actually took off her glasses and inspected them, thinking that they weren't working correctly. Completely baffled, the two ladies walked off still chatting about what they saw... or didn't see.
Brenda waited until the pair was down the path and out of earshot before releasing a laugh into her magazine. Tom, still invisible, joined her.
"Oh, shit," she snickered in a small voice, "Did you see the looks on their faces when they saw me?"
"And the look afterwards when you were dressed again?" Tom finished, "I think that one lady's going to have her glasses remade."
Brenda chuckled... and abruptly stopped when she heard, "What the joke, sweetie?"
Tom looked behind him at the sound of another voice, "Yeah, what's so funny, honey?"
Oh, fuck.
"My name isn't 'sweetie' or 'honey'," Brenda groused, "and what are you two suppose to be; refugees from the 80s?"
Standing behind the park bench were two guys that looked like they belonged to a punk rock band. Dressed in dark, ripped clothes and wearing spiked collars with dog chains attached, one had a spiked hairdo that was a mixture of green and pink, and had his lip pierced in three different spots.
The other had a ring in his nose, the kind bulls wore, and a bald, shaven head with a black widow spider tattoo etched on his crown. Both were grinning at Brenda, looking up and down her body and enjoying the cleavage she was showing.
"She's got a sassy mouth on her, Spider," Mr. Hair Spikes said.
"Yeah; I wonder what else she can do with it," replied his friend.
"Leave me alone, Spider Head! Get lost, and take your girlfriend with you!" Brenda started to get scared, having been through something like this once already, but calmed down when she heard, "Don't worry; I've got this" whispered in her ear.
The pair of punk rejects sauntered around the bench to get in front of Brenda, preventing her from getting up and running.
