The Invisible

It is unbelievable. I can hardly believe it. But I swear this really happened.

Before I begin I should say that I am a 27 year-old, half-Indian, 5-foot tall, exotic, petite, sex goddess, yes with a big head, but also with dark eyes and an hour-glass figure and long black straight hair. I am frequently stared at. I am not your tpical shy Eastern girl. But I have a nice face and figure and I like to show off a bit, and I suppose this story is me showing off. Anyway, I have Bollywood beauty and a big mouth, with a fairly long nose and long, dark lashes, bony shoulders, little arms, cute shoulders, little feet, a nice tummy... I have soft, fair brown skin.

And so it was that during the heat wave, a few weeks ago, when everyone in England struggled to sleep and when the nights were sticky and close, my boyfriend and I went to bed, little knowing what hot adventures lay ahead.

We were house-sitting for a friend – two weeks in an unfamiliar bed, bedroom and house; two weeks of leisure.

I feel the cold, usually, but last July it was so hot and humid hardly anyone wore hardly anything to bed. Remember? So I wore my nightie - a little blue/black, mini-nightie with frilly cream lacy edges - no bra, no undies.

James is my boyfriend and we have been together for many years – childhood sweethearts. I trust him. This is what he says happened:

He awoke to find me dreaming, lying on my back in the darkness – muttering under my breath, head tossing from side to side, a little agitated, fists clenched beside my bare shoulders. He watched me for a minute. He said I calmed down but continued to murmur, and then, he claims, I started to moan in an erotic, low, husky whimpering. He said it was difficult to see what was going on. He was half asleep and the room was half lit. But he became stiff straight away; his cock knew something was sexy. He could see I was aroused. He could hear I was masturbating, or something.

James said my nightie had ridden up around my waist, just below my belly; my bare legs were stretched out on top of the sheets, knees akimbo. I wear nice viscose polyemede night clothes, stretchy, clinging...the sort one can't wear easily if cousins or friends are in the house. Bedroom wear only. Anyway, on this occasion James says I put a hand between my legs. I was rubbing myself lightly. My other hand was touching my face. He said I got more and more excited; breathing faster, moving my hand faster. So too he got excited. He wanted to wake me; 'to climb on top of me' he said, but he also wanted to wait and see what happened next. Curious. He said he removed his shorts and took his cock in his hands, and naked played with himself, watching, straining his eyes in the poor light.

'Oh, oh gosh,' I started to moan, 'oh, ah, ah.'. James wanted to cum, he was so amazed, but he held back.

My C-cup, 32 inch breasts were concealed inside my nightie, but James says they were clearly impressed against the viscose, and a little visible at the sides. My parted legs looked wholly horny as I fingered and fondled my clit.

James said a funny thing happened next: 'Oh fuck, oh yes,' I said. I was talking in my sleep. I was really cuming 'Oh yes. Now. Now.' I was pulling my nightie up a bit - above my tummy. But I had stopped playing with myself. I was just lying on my back, thighs parted, as if some invisible guy were fucking me. James felt freaked out. He watched frozen in a stupor. I came loud now - 'oh yesss' and I had pulled my nigtie up over my naked ribs, to just below my chest. I came sooo sweetly, face clenched, eyes screwed shut, hands gripping my nightie, all the time on my back helpless and hot, as real and odd as if an invisible agent were on top of me. 'Yes baby, oh nice.' My inner thighs jerked, James said, as if accepting a man's climax.

This was weird. James – who doesn't believe in anything supernatural – actually believed I was making love to an invisible man. But, then, suddenly, it stopped. I went quiet. I sighed, smiled and rolled over onto my side, deep asleep. James didn't cum. Not that night. He said he felt very, very strange. Aroused but miffed. But I definitely had an orgasm. No memory of it though. And the next night something else happened, just as odd as that first time, but more erotic.

I will tell you all, nice readers, but not until I get some feedback on this incident. Has anyone else experienced anything like this? OMG - it was so strange. And horny.