The first signs of morning were not in the least out of the ordinary. My bed was warm but only occupied by me - and my cat which lay at my feet. A tiny ray of silvery light found its way through a crack between the heavy curtains. From outside nothing but the sound of two sparrows having a fit in the lilac underneath my window filtered through. I stretched lazily and felt a healthy tension in my groin. A typical Sunday morning in my currently single life. I reached for my mobile next to the bed and looked at the time. I really wanted to be up before ten to make the most of what was supposed to be a mild and sunny spring day.
After a couple of minutes I realised I was looking at my battered old Nokia, suspended in mid air. I pressed the unlock buttons and saw the screen light up. Six minutes past nine; seven now. Although I could feel my finger on the button, I realised I couldn't see it. I say realised, but it seemed like I observed it, though the realisation didn't quite make it all the way into my brain. Now that's a sensation I'm used to, but only after the first bottle of wine.
I let go of my phone and it stopped being suspended in mid air. I felt it bounce on the sheet over my stomach. My hands were still up, but I couldn't see them. I closed my eyes but the world around me didn't vanish. My eyelids were transparent, as were my hands. I pulled back the sheet over my body and saw nothing except the impression I was making in the mattress.
I couldn't explain it, but I was invisible.
After a couple of hours walking round the house, checking every mirror and reflective surface it finally sunk in. The good thing is that it was faster than most times before I got it. I tried putting on some clothes. They didn't vanish, it was just my body. I took some paint out of the shed, being careful the neighbours weren't watching me. They would have been shocked to see a headless shirt and pair of jeans with a paint bucket floating ahead of it. The paint didn't vanish either. I remembered the movies about invisible men and it occurred to me they all went quite mad at some point. I sat down and started to laugh. Later I thought this was the first sign of madness, but at the time it just happened. At least I was having fun, I thought.
As I sat there in my living room, naked and invisible, with the warm sunshine flooding in through the big windows I felt the heat of the sun passing through me, warming me from the inside in stead of on my skin. I also felt some of the excitement I woke up with this morning returning and my cock started to grow. At least I thought it did. Surprisingly, my hand found my hard cock at the first try, which made me quite happy. I often rejoice in these simple things.
At this moment all the boyhood fantasies of the obvious advantages of being invisible started popping back, together with a big smile on my transparent face.
As long as I'm in this predicament, I thought I'd make the most of it. The weather is sunny and warm; no problems going outside naked and invisible. I've never been much of a voyeur, at least not beyond trying to look over the walls of the dressing booths at the swimming pool when I was a kid. Through a crack in the door I did once get a glimpse of my niece's boob while she was undressing for bed in the room next door. I know my face went red and I got a very inconvenient erection to boot. But now, through some twist of fate I had this to deal with: fate would have to allow me to fulfil some adolescent fantasies.
The first steps out the door were challenging. My neighbour was trimming roses next door and had a good view of my back door. I don't think she noticed it opening and closing softly, and I was out. The feeling of walking around naked and unseen was exhilarating, and added to my excitement. If I ever became visible again, I promised myself I would have to look into naturism. I couldn't help but laugh out loud while dancing around naked in my back yard. My neighbour looked up and looked very unsettled. Poor thing. I blushed and hushed up. She's been a great friend lately, and I really didn't want to scare her.
I left through the back porch and headed towards the street. In a way it didn't feel real, walking here, amidst the people, totally unaware of this naked fellow in the middle of the street. I had to resist giggling for the first half hour. And for some reason, my excitement just kept on growing. By this time I was as horny as a three-balled tomcat. I decided to go to my gym. It was close by. I knew that at this time it would be filled with young career-making women, trying to keep looking hot in order to advance their rise to the top, or at least the rise in their managers' opinions. I know it's an atrocious prejudice. At this time my moral compass had sunk far south to regions of a more throbbing nature.
I walked in and headed straight for the women's dressing rooms. I'm not one to waste time when I have a goal in mind. My previous girlfriend thought that was one of my least attractive qualities. Especially when she was lying in bed, filled and dripping with my spent juices, but still unsatisfied herself. Not that I realised it at that time of course. That only came after she left me. These inner reflections didn't stop me though. I had to reach that inner sanctum, that holiest of holy: the girls' dressing room and showers.
As I came in a group of four young professional looking women came in from the other side. They looked like they had been in a heavy class. Their exposed skin glistened with sweat. They were very excited about something and chatted heartily. I came in closer as they started to undress. The first layer of spandex was being removed when I heard the subject of their lively chatter was the new instructor.
'Oh my god, I'm glad this fabric doesn't stain when wet. I was sure he was going to see my wet crotch!' the tall dark-haired one giggled.
'I know, I thought I'd slide right of my saddle when he corrected my posture on the speedbike,' the blond confessed.
Was this for real? I really thought this would only happen in low budget porn movies. I thought about pinching myself to try and wake myself up, but quickly abandoned that idea. What if I would really wake up now! I quietly laughed to myself.
The girls continued undressing. The dark-haired one was naked first; she had wonderfully perky boobs and an ass that made my mouth water. She jumped into the showers before I could get a much better look. The smallest among them was second and stretched out.
'Hmmm, I wouldn't mind doing some extracurricular exercises with him after class.'
