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.
