Maybe it was the shock of seeing myself in the state that I was in - or wasn't - or not seeing myself - that caused me to pass out again, I don't know, but the next time I awoke it was with a feeling of impending doom.
The hours immediately subsequent to the explosion in the laboratory where I worked were extremely confusing. Dust floated thickly in the still air. I was disorientated. I could see parts of the room that weren't normally visible; thick snakes of exposed electrical cabling hung from the walls and plumbing pipes revealed their liquid contents to the naked eye. There seemed to be more windows than I had remembered; despite the dust, more light streamed into the room.
It was when the survival instinct kicked in that the shock of the situation struck me hardest. As my hands urgently felt over my limbs to check for injuries my mind began to reel. There was no pain - apart from a few bumps and bruises, there was no blood. In fact there was nothing at all! I could feel my body - everything seemed to be in the right place - but I couldn't actually see myself.
Cleaning the offices in the laboratory had seemed like a good job; I was a recovering alcoholic and any steady work was a step in the right direction. But I shouldn't have meddled in things I didn't understand. I'd been told that this top-secret section of the lab were experimenting with molecule acceleration, or some such thing, and that I should keep clear, but my curiosity had got the better of me and, as usual, got me into deep trouble. With the room empty I'd pressed buttons, turned switches and pushed levers. When lights started to flash and machinery began to groan into life I'd panicked and tried to back-track; recreate my actions in reverse. But I soon realised that, once started, I did not have the technical ability to stop it.
The explosion had still come as a shock, but once consciousness had been restored, I was more concerned about my eye-sight; although I could still clearly see everything else around me, my body pointedly refused to let me recognise it.
Slowly, the inevitable truth began to dawn on me. Bits of information I'd overheard about transparency, discarded diagrams and notes that I'd swept up in the lab; they all led to the same conclusion: I was there but I wasn't there - by some freakish accident I'd succeeded where all the scientists had failed. I'd made myself invisible!
What adolescent has never dreamed about being invisible? To be able to go where ever you want undetected, to get into movies for free, to listen in on private conversations without anyone knowing you're there. All these ideas and more came flooding through my mind. I was still a little scared, but I didn't know how long the effects would last - I was going to enjoy myself while I could!
For a few days I just wandered the city streets having fun. I rode buses and trains for free, I snuck into the best hotel rooms and I saw shows and movies by the score. But it wasn't until a young couple boarded the bus I was riding that I realised the true full potential of my predicament.
We were in midtown and I was sitting in a seat towards the back. The whole vehicle was empty apart from myself and the two youngsters and, obviously very drunk and thinking they were completely alone, they immediately began to fool around in front of me.
I had never thought about the voyeuristic aspect of my situation, but as the teenage girl bared her breasts and removed her date's cock from his pants and began greedily gobbling on it, I suddenly realised how much fun my invisibility could be - my wife had been saying she could see through me for years; now that was literally true!
Once I'd witnessed the young teenage girl suck her boyfriend off, it was time to get my next taste of undetected voyeurism, and so my next stop was the Metropol hotel.
The main doors were already open so I was able to walk right in. I stood in the centre of the bar area listening to conversations. Businessmen were chatting at one table - completely uninteresting. A group of young men by the bar; football and fast cars - equally dull. But in a corner booth an older couple deep in clandestine conversation - adultery? Much more like it!
Before long the couple adjourned to their room. I followed unseen and kept close to them as I sneaked in through the door. It didn't take them long. Almost as soon as they were in the room, clothes started to fall away until they were both completely naked. They fumbled together, touching, kissing, fondling. Their hands explored each others bodies as I looked on with a growing excitement. The man was fully erect and I had to stop myself from gasping as his lover dropped to her knees and wrapped her lips lovingly around his wide, bulbous cock head and began a slow, sensual blow-job.
I stayed with the couple as they made wild, passionate love for nearly two hours. They used all sorts of different positions; she started on top and her body writhed as he entered her wet pussy; her full breasts swaying as she gyrated. Then she was on her hands and knees while he rammed her from behind. I moved closer to see more detail and heard her gasp out loud as the man switched from her pussy and started to press his engorged weapon against the tight ring of her ass. She seemed in no discomfort as he penetrated her tightest of holes and eventually they both collapsed on the bed in a heap of orgasmic exhaustion.
As I finally left the hotel - quietly opening the door while the couple shared a shower - my thoughts turned to my own wife. I hadn't seen her for three days. I hoped that she had missed me, but realised that the truth was probably that she hadn't. Our marriage hadn't been too good recently and I expected that she just thought that I had gone off somewhere for a few days. But now I wanted to find her. I wanted her to be able to see (or not see) what I had accomplished with my misguided meddling's. I wanted to shock her!
Another free bus ride later and I found myself outside my apartment block. Jean's car was parked on the street so I guessed that she was in. As I stood and looked at the building, I was almost knocked down by the man that walked swiftly past me. I went to call out but caught myself just in time - I recognised the man as a co-worker from the lab, actually he was my boss, Clive. I was confused; what was Clive doing here at my apartment?
