I was told I can be desirable by any man or woman alive. Blonde hair with golden brown tips, icy blue eyes that can look like glass, and quite a remarkable body. But, then again, maybe I could get more people to compliment me if they could actually see me. What? What do I mean by that? Well my dear fellow, I'm invisible. Not of the living, nor am I dead; just invisible. How I became that way, I can not remember. But shit, the things I can do and get away with are priceless.
Now, some people may go for clothes, food and riches, but I go for bitches. Man or woman can fall prey to me at any moment. Especially those who are in their twenties as I am. If I catch you alone, or hell even with company, your sweet body is mine. I may be invisible; but the things I can do are as real as any. My favorite is when the girl is walking by and I just grab her. Or, when a man is working on a truck; I love fondling dicks. And that, my dear friend, is where we start off at.
I believe his name was Trace, and he was at work under the hood on his Dodge truck when I approached. A tall guy, about 6' 3'', with mustard brown hair and grass green eyes. He had no shirt on, a sweat rag tied around his neck, work boots on, and blue jean shorts on. I could hear his truck radio playing, but I was focused on his sweet dick in those pants. Walking over, I gripped his hair in my hand and pulled back just enough to get his attention. He looked around, and saw nothing; or so he had believed. Putting my hands on his shoulders from behind, I pushed him up against the truck and quickly opened up the truck door. I turned off the truck, threw the keys in the grass, and put him on the truck seat.
He struggled and threw punches at the air around him, but that did no good. As I said, I can't feel pain if hit, but I can feel and make you feel what I want you to. With his back on the seat and his legs out the car door, I pulled down his shorts and was surprised to see that he had nothing on underneath the jean shorts. I could see the shock and confusion in his eyes, but I just knelt down towards his rock hard dick.
Grabbing onto his wrists and pinning his legs with mine, I licked all around his dick and slowly took him in my mouth. He wasn't a big guy, maybe about 5 or 6 inches, but I like them small. I started to really suck him off and I could hear him moaning and grunting as he lay there. Taking one of my hands, I started stroking him while licking around the tip of his dick. Knowing he was about to bust, I moved back some and started stroking him faster and faster until he came.
