"What---? What is this?? Oh--! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" Bob’s mouth dropped open as recognition flickered though his mind, recalling a certain night in the hospital some weeks earlier, when he’d had the craziest dream…about two invisible nurses. It felt so real…but it was so crazy that, in the following days and weeks, Bob decided that it had to have been a dream. The bra he found in his bed the next morning must have been part of a prank, an elaborate practical joke. The whole thing must have been a dream, he told himself. Now, however, it began to dawn on him that it wasn’t.

Bob suddenly felt light-headed, and began to sway, as though about to faint. Unseen hands gently grabbed both his arms, steadying him.

"Easy, easy…steady there, Bob!" said a voice to his right.

"What’s the matter, Bob?" said a voice on his left, with a vaguely teasing quality to it. "Are you scared? Are you afraid of us? Gee, I didn’t think you would be."

The unseen hands gently guided Bob back to the sofa, carefully sitting him down. The hands released him, and Bob almost jumped right back up again, when he saw two deep impressions suddenly appear in the sofa cushions, one on either side of him, as though someone had sat down next to him.

"I—I can’t believe it!" he said, staring at the impressions. "You—you’re—you’re—um—" he stammered.

"Come on, Bob; don’t you remember?" said the voice on his left. "I’m Debbie, don’t you remember me?"

"And I’m Stephanie!" said the voice on his right. "You must remember me! Hmm?"

Bob flinched as something that felt like a finger softly stroked the back of his neck, tickling him. He looked from one impression in the cushions to the other and back again and shook his head, still unwilling to believe it. As incredible as it seemed, the dream that he’d had in the hospital while under heavy sedation wasn’t a dream after all. The two invisible "nurses" who had paid him a visit that night were now here, seated right beside him on his own couch!

"Oh, but I know what he means!" Debbie said. "He just can’t get over the fact that we’re here and we’re invisible!" she giggled. "Is that it?"

Bob found that he was unable to speak; all he could do was silently nod. "But how…how…" he began, but still had not yet fully reacquired the power of speech. Instead, he merely gestured with his hands at the empty cushions.

"How did we become invisible?" Debbie finished for him. "Oh, come on, Bob; you remember! Just a simple little chemical, injected under the skin, and POOF! Flesh and blood and hair just fade away!"

"Gone," said Stephanie’s voice from his right, accompanied by a sound like that of fingers snapping. "But not forgotten. Know what I mean?" A soft hand gently stroked Bob’s cheek. He flinched again at its touch, and Stephanie’s voice giggled.

The inevitable question finally occurred to him.

"What—" he began. "What—are you two doing here?"

"Why, Bob!" Stephanie said, as though hurt. "You invited us, don’t you remember? You said we could stop by your place for a visit any time! Don’t you remember?"

Bob was silent for a moment, thinking. A shudder ran through his body, as he recalled a fleeting memory of his sedative-befogged night at the hospital. "Ohhh…yeah…I remember now… But—but I—When I said that, I meant I was hoping to see you again… I mean—Well, you know what I mean."

"You weren’t expecting us like this, in other words, is that it?" Debbie said. "Well, we’re sorry about just barging in like this," she went on. "We were planning on doing it the usual way: you know, knocking on the door and everything. And letting you see us, of course. But…well, things didn’t quite work out the way we planned. Believe me, we had no other choice. We were going to pay a visit to our favorite hunk, no matter what, and this was the only way we could do it."

"We’re also sorry about scaring away your little friend," Stephanie’s voice said, gently. "But we had a feeling you weren’t very happy with her. So we got rid of her for you. We hope you’re not angry with us."

"Um—no, not at all," Bob said, his initial shock beginning to subside…slightly. "Matter of fact, I couldn’t wait to get rid of her myself."

"So we did you a favor, then," Stephanie said, blowing gently in his ear, sending a shiver up his spine. "So maybe you…owe us one, hmmm?" The voice giggled, then withdrew.

"Oh, but Steph!" Debbie said. "We’re not being very good guests! Look, we made a mess here in Bob’s living room. The very least we can do is clean it up!"

"Yes, you’re right. Mm-mm-mm…crackers, crumbs all over the carpet." Stephanie clicked her tongue several times, in apparent disapproval of mess they’d made. The tone of her voice, however, suggested that she was not taking the matter all that seriously. "We should be ashamed of ourselves. What will Bob think of us! Come on, let’s straighten up this mess."

The impressions in the cushions suddenly vanished, as Bob’s unseen guests rose from the sofa. He jumped as the cracker bowl, which now lay upturned on his carpeted floor, suddenly floated up and righted itself, hovering in midair. The crackers, strewn all over the floor, then began to float up and deposit themselves into the bowl in small handfuls. Bob watched in amazement as every last cracker was removed from the carpet in this way.

At the same time the crackers were busy defying gravity, a napkin floated up from the coffee table, unfolded itself, then proceeded to wipe away the soft drinks and cheese dip spilled on the table’s surface. Bob found that he could do no more than simply sit and stare at the animated objects as they floated about. Suddenly, the absurdity of the situation struck him, and he began to laugh. It was all so ridiculous! Here he was, being visited by two invisible women, and what were they doing? They were cleaning up his living room! It was all so stupid and crazy, he couldn’t help but laugh. His laughter grew and he soon found the will to open his mouth and speak.

"Umm—you—you don’t have to do that," he said, his laughter subsiding slightly.

"Oh, that’s all right," Stephanie said. "It’s our mess, we’ll clean it up."

"Besides," Debbie said. "I’m a neat freak. I just can’t stand a mess of any kind. I won’t feel right until it’s cleaned up and squared away."

Bob settled back in the sofa, still shaking his head. I can’t believe this! he thought, closing his eyes with a goofy smile on his face. This is ridiculous! It can’t be happening…but it is!

The last cracker had been deposited into the bowl, which then floated out of the room, presumably toward the kitchen. Just then, Stephanie’s voice suddenly spoke:

"Do you have a vacuum cleaner around here, Bob?"

"Ulp!" He was startled by the sudden close proximity of the voice; it sounded like she was right next to him. "Um," he said, intelligently, trying to think. "It—it’s in the hall closet…I think," he said, pointing down the hallway.

"Okay, thanks," the voice said, as it receded in the direction he indicated. For a moment, Bob thought he glimpsed a footprint or two appearing and disappearing in the thick carpet, walking away from him. A short time later, the vacuum cleaner came rolling down the hallway by itself. Bob jumped as it entered the living room (he had never seen the vacuum come to life before.) The vacuum cleaner’s cord then uncoiled itself and the plug crept over to the nearest power outlet, where it inserted itself. Bob continued to watch, dumbfounded, as the vacuum cleaner then switched itself on and proceeded to clean the carpet, until every last tiny crumb and particle had been removed.

A foolish thought occurred to Bob, and he laughed again. Incredible! he thought. A self-operating vacuum! Sure wish I had one of those in my first apartment in college!

When the vacuum had finished its chore and returned itself to the hall closet, Bob found that a good portion of his initial shock at the situation had diminished. He still had trouble accepting the situation as reality, however.

"Wow, I still can’t believe it," Bob said, forgetting for a moment that others were within earshot. "This can’t be real. People can’t really turn invisible."

"Oh, yes we can," Debbie’s voice said from directly in front of him, and an unseen hand gently patted his shoulder; he flinched in spite of himself. "We’re really here and we really are invisible!"

Stephanie returned, unseen, to the living room just in time to see Bob flinch. "Oh, dear," she said. "The poor boy is still uncomfortable around us." She sighed. "Too bad; and we were hoping to have such a good time with you, too."

"Good time?" Bob said, turning around, trying to face the source of the voice. "What—what were you going to do?" he asked.

"We thought we could have a little party," the voice went on, seeming to move closer to him. "Just the three of us. We brought along some goodies, too; they’re out in the car."

"What kind of ‘goodies?’" His eyes narrowed.

"Bob, don’t be so suspicious!" Stephanie laughed. "You act like we’re going to hurt you or something! We could never do that! We told you: You’re our favorite hunk!" An unseen hand gave him a quick, affectionate squeeze, and he jumped at the touch. "No, we just brought some…’party favors,’ shall we say, things we think you’ll really like. Of course, we were planning to be visible when we brought them, but…well, we can still have a good time with them, I think!"

Bob remained silent and immobile, almost as though afraid to move. An unseen hand placed itself on his thigh and began rubbing it. He reacted to the touch, not altogether negatively.

"So come on," Debbie said. "Whattaya say? Let’s have a party!"

"Yeah, come on," Stephanie said. "It’ll be fun!"

Bob looked back and forth across his empty living-room, trying to make himself believe that there were two incredibly sexy, naked women standing there, practically begging to have a good time with him. In thinking it over, memories of his night in the hospital came flooding back to him. As bizarre, as strange and crazy as it was, he had to admit that, whether dream or real, it was one of the most unusual, thrilling and exciting experiences he’d ever had in his life. Many times during the past weeks, he recalled the ‘dream’ and its excitement, and wished that he could somehow re-create it and experience it all over again. And now that it turned out not to have been a dream, that it actually happened and the two women responsible for it were now here… Well, Bob saw no point in letting the opportunity slip away. After all, he thought. What have I got to lose?

Finally, he found his voice and spoke up. "Well…okay…I guess it’ll be all right…" he said.

"Gee," Debbie said, again sounding as though hurt. "We thought you’d be more enthusiastic than that!"

"Yeah, really!" Stephanie agreed. "We came all the way out here, we thought you’d be happy to see us again… or not see us, as the case may be!" she laughed.

"Maybe if he asked us to stay…?" Debbie said, no longer even trying to hide the fun she was having with the situation.

"Asked us real, real nice…?" Stephanie said, picking up Debbie’s cue. The unseen hand on Bob’s thigh continued to rub, faster and faster. Bob savored the sensation until he could bear no more, and finally gave in.

"All right, all right," he said, now laughing himself. "Won’t you please stay? Both of you? As my guests? My special guests?"

"Well….all right…" Stephanie said, in mock-seriousness, her voice now quite close to him. "I guess we could stay!"

"Yeah, let’s party!" Debbie said, from a short distance away.

"Say, I’m—I’m—" Bob began, trying very hard to ignore the invisible hand on his thigh. "I’m not being a very good host, am I? Can I—unnnhhh!" he reacted to a sudden, unexpected movement of the hand, which cause his eyes to suddenly roll back in evident pleasure. "That is, can I….uhhhh…Offer you two lovely ladies a drink?"

"I won’t insult you by saying no." Debbie’s voice said.

"Same here," said Stephanie’s voice in close proximity.

Bob started to rise from the sofa when an unseen hand playfully pushed him back down again.

"Uh-uh, no you don’t, buster," Stephanie’s laughing voice said. "You’re staying here. Debbie can get the drinks. Right Deb?"

"Sure thing," her voice replied, suddenly serious. "But remember, I want a piece of him too…later on. So where do you keep your booze, Bob?"

"Oh, the uh….the uh…" he tried, distractedly, to answer the question. "The cabinet… is over there…" he pointed.

"Got it. Drinks coming right up."

Bob settled back and savored the experience of the ghostly hand. In the corner of his eye, he caught the movement of the doors to his liquor cabinet opening by themselves, after which a couple of bottles, some glasses and a mixer floated gracefully out of the cabinet. Bob sat and watched, as though spellbound, as the drinks expertly mixed themselves, each bottle doling out its contents in just the right proportions. The shaker did a curious dance in mid-air for a minute or two, then expertly filled each of the glasses with its contents. When the shaker had finished its work, the glasses placed themselves onto a tray, which then floated out to the living-room, setting down gently on the coffee-table.

"No, no, don’t get up." Debbie instructed her two friends, even though it was clearly unnecessary, as they obviously had no intention of doing so. "There we are," she said, as one by one, each glass floated up from the tray, over to a waiting hand. The hand on Bob’s thigh quickly withdrew, and he was able to sit up. He reached for one of the floating glasses, carefully plucking it from the air, and watched as the remaining glasses gently drifted off in two opposite directions. One glass was presumably taken by the invisible Stephanie, and the other retained by Debbie, now apparently kneeling on the thickly-carpeted floor, as evidenced by two elongated impressions in the thick shag.

Bob and his unseen guests savored their drinks. As they did, Bob found that he didn’t stare at the two floating glasses quite as much as he expected he would. But it still blew his mind to watch the liquid inside the glasses simply vanish into thin air as it was sipped by unseen mouths. As Bob finished the last of his drink, the last remnants of his initial shock and surprise were finally swept away and he even began to relax with his two unique guests. As a matter of fact, the situation even began to seem almost normal…sort of.

The two floating glasses likewise drained the last of their contents into thin air, then floated back down to the tray. Bob’s empty glass was plucked from his hand, to float over to the tray as well, joining the others

"Mmmm, that was gooooood!" Debbie said. "Just what I needed! Now the party can really get started!"

"Sounds good to me!" Stephanie answered, her voice moving closer to Bob again.

"But wait!" Debbie said. "First, we have to get the stuff we left in the car."

"Oh geez, that’s right, I forgot about that!" Stephanie said.

"That’s okay," Bob said, starting to rise from the sofa. "I’ll go get it and be back in a flash."

"Oh, no you don’t!" Debbie’s voice said from immediately in front of him. An unseen hand playfully pushed Bob back onto the couch again. "Now it’s my turn! Stephanie can go get the stuff."

"But—" Stephanie began to object.

"Right, Steph? Hmm? After all I fixed the drinks; now it’s your turn to do the shlepping."

Stephanie let out a brief, annoyed sigh. "Oh, all right." she said.

"Oh, and take the tray while you’re at it, that’s a good girl." Debbie said.

Stephanie released a brief snorting noise of exasperation, and threw a wadded-up napkin at Debbie. It missed of course, and caught Bob full in the face instead. Debbie laughed delightedly.

"OOPS!!" Stephanie said. "Sorry, Bob; I was aiming at Debbie."

"That’s—that’s—that’s all right," Bob said, by now at least beginning to expect the occasional surprise now and then.

The tray with the empty glasses then floated up from the coffee-table, and drifted back over to the liquor-cabinet, setting itself down on a side-board.

"Now then…" Debbie said, her voice now mere inches in front of Bob’s face. "Bob and I can get…reacquainted! Hmmm?"

Before Bob could react, he was startled by an unseen something settling gently into his lap, something soft. A warm, moist pair of lips met Bob’s, and unseen hands grabbed the back of his head, forcing his face forward, pressing his lips even more firmly against those of the unseen visitor. The lips proceeded to kiss Bob’s cheeks and neck, and an unseen hand crept down from the back of his head, across his neck and down to his chest and sides. Bob responded in kind, reaching out his hands, and his fingers made contact with what felt like the soft, warm skin of a naked woman. Yet if he were to look, he saw that his hands held only thin air. He tried to force himself not to look, and instead, concentrated only on the tactile sensations his fingers felt. As his hands continued to explore the unseen contours of his female visitor, other parts of his body began to respond accordingly, demanding to be allowed to join in the fun.

"Wait for me, you two!" Stephanie’s voice called from the hallway. Bob jumped slightly as he heard the front door open and close by itself.

Bob and his unseen guest continued to stroke and caress each other. This is weird, he thought. This is just so weird…! It felt so strange to be holding and passionately kissing the air that way. Strange, and rather unnerving. So Bob decided to close his eyes. Ahhh, yes…that was better. He could almost picture the pretty blonde girl who had visited him that night in the hospital, bringing comfort where there had been anxiety. She was here now, Bob had to keep reminding himself. She was here now, in his lap, holding and kissing him. Yes…yes, he could definitely see her clearly now, in his mind’s eye…

Bob and his companion grew more and more passionate, and their responses to one another became ever more heated. The hands which both grabbed and caressed Bob grew more and more frenzied, as though there was scarcely enough of him to satisfy them. The tender lips which kissed his face and neck breathed heavily, releasing soft moans. Pressure continued to build between Bob and his unseen partner, until for Bob, it became almost unbearable.

His reverie was suddenly disturbed by shouts and cries of shock and surprise from outside. Bob’s eyes snapped open and he jumped up from the sofa, carefully setting his unseen companion aside. He ran to the front door, threw it open and stepped outside, not knowing quite what to expect.

He took a few steps, and looked around. The screams and shouts were coming from his neighbors, who all stood staring, with slackened jaws, bulging eyes and fingers pointing. Bob looked to see what they were pointing at, and when he saw for himself, his mouth dropped open as well.

A beat-up old van was slowly driving itself up his driveway! Bob blinked his eyes in disbelief. As incredible as it seemed, the van was driving itself! There was no one at the wheel! Yet the large vehicle carefully steered itself up the long, winding driveway, the steering-wheel expertly negotiating every twist and turn. The van came to a stop a couple of feet in front of Bob’s garage, where it pulled up its hand-brake and switched off its engine.

Bob stood frozen at the sight, unable to move, until Debbie’s voice right beside him stirred him from his immobility.

"I thought you were just going to get the bag!" she called out to Stephanie. "You didn’t have to bring the whole van, did you?"

"Well, I didn’t want to attract any attention," Stephanie’s voice answered from the van. "See, if I just brought the bag, it would look pretty strange to see it floating across the road by itself, wouldn’t it?" The driver’s-side door opened and closed by itself.

"Uh, hello!" Debbie said. "If you look around, I think you’ll find that you’ve already attracted attention!"

Stephanie said nothing, but merely sighed. Just then, Bob became aware of the stares of his neighbors, who remained frozen on their lawns and walkways, staring at the beat-up van in his driveway. He looked around, from one wide-eyed neighbor to the other, and tried to think of an explanation of some kind to account for it.

"Um…um…" he began intelligently. "You’re—you’re wondering about the van, right? Of course, I can see that…" he said, his hands nervously fidgeting, as though wishing for something familiar to hold, such as a football, to steady his nerves. "Well see, it’s uh—uh—" An idea came to him. "It’s the latest thing!" he cried, putting on his most winning smile. "Isn’t it cool? It’s one of my new toys: a remote-controlled van! Yeah, I bought the kit through the mail & I’ve been tinkering around with it in my spare time. Isn’t it great?"

The line Bob fed his neighbors was met by, at the most, only the weakest of smiles, clear evidence that they weren’t buying a word of it, but couldn’t think of any better explanation themselves.

Finally, one neighbor spoke up: Charlie Shmidlap, the ad-agency exec who lived next door: "Yeah, that’s…that’s…really something you got there, Bob." said Charlie, weakly. "Works by remote-control, huh? Tell me…you—uh—you got the remote-control unit with you?"

"Um—no, I left it in the house."

"Uh-huh." Charlie said, in the most vacant tone. "Well, that’s—that’s really something you got there, Bob." Charlie repeated. "Yessirree…" He continued to stare at the beat-up old van, still perplexed by it. But then, apparently satisfied with the explanation, he turned to Bob.

"Can I try it?" he asked.

"Um—maybe some other time, Charlie. It’s still got some bugs in it."

"Oh." said Charlie, disappointed.

"Yeah, it—uh, it doesn’t always quite do what I expect it to do. It’s—um—very unpredictable."

"I see." Charlie’s eyes lingered on the van a few moments longer, before he turned and walked away, shaking his head in bewilderment, before resuming his normal Saturday activities, as did the rest of the neighbors.

Whew!! Bob thought. That was a close one! He turned and was just about to head back inside, when the front door opened by itself, accompanied by the disembodied voice of Debbie:

"Steph, you ninny! After all that, you went and forgot the bag!"

Followed by Stephanie’s equally-disembodied reply, moving quickly past Bob:

"Okay, okay!"

Bob instinctively stepped away from the apparent source of the voice, and moments later, the passenger-side door of the van opened by itself, and a pink nylon gym-bag floated out of the van toward the walkway. Again, Bob’s neighbors froze in their activities, to stare, dumbfounded at the strange events taking place in his driveway.

Bob noticed their stares again, and quickly reached over to pluck the bag out of the air. He couldn’t think of any more BS to explain this unusual sight, so he resorted to his old standby, which was simply to smile nervously at them. He then turned suddenly and rushed back into his house, with one arm outstretched, almost as though he were being dragged along by someone.

Back inside the house, Bob closed the front door and fell heavily against it. "Well, that’s just great!" he said. "What are my neighbors going to think? Swell! This will be all over the neighborhood by this evening, and probably be in all the newspapers and magazines by tomorrow!" He leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

The nylon bag lifted itself from his hand, and floated into the living-room. An unseen hand took hold of Bob’s arm, and guided him, following the floating bag.

"Sorry about that, Bob," Stephanie’s soft voice said from immediately beside him. "I guess I just didn’t think. We’re just so excited to just to be here, right here in the house of our favorite hunk!" The unseen hand squeezed his arm excitedly. "But don’t worry. We’ll make it up to you."

"That’s right," Debbie’s voice said from the vicinity of the floating bag, which set itself down on the coffee table. "We’ve got some real cool surprises in store for you! Wait’ll you see!" The bag unzipped itself, and various items floated up out of it. "But first…We’ll have to make you prepared! Stephanie! Take over!"

"Gladly!" her voice giggled from Bob’s immediate right. The unseen hand then guided Bob over to the sofa, and gently but firmly sat him down.

"Now, jussssssst relax," Stephanie’s breathy voice whispered in his ear, as the unseen hands tenderly laid him back on some pillows. "Just leave everything to us… We’ll take care of everything…"

Bob felt a strange tugging sensation at his chest, and looked down. The buttons of his shirt were unbuttoning themselves! Slowly…slowly…one by one. Bob blinked, too stunned at first to do anything else, before realizing that it was Stephanie, seductively undressing him. One after another, each button became unfastened by invisible fingers. The thought gave Bob the shivers, and instinctively, he reached his hand up to finish the job himself, only to have his hands playfully pushed aside by his unseen companion, who seemed very insistent on performing the task herself. Bob then merely sat back, his eyes closing again, savoring the sensations of this most unusual experience.

When the last button was undone, an unseen force pulled the front of the shirt forward for a moment, then pulled it down off Bob’s shoulders. Moments later, the belt of his pants unbuckled itself, and the fly unzipped. Bob’s eyes snapped open and he stared at the animated belt and trousers. "Um…Now—now wait a minute!" he said.

Stephanie couldn’t tell from the tone of Bob’s voice whether he was frightened or excited; he actually sounded both at the same time, and may very well have been. In any case, she continued at her task, with very little resistance from Bob.

Bob’s pants then gently tugged themselves down past his hips, and his body reflexively tensed. "Oh man, oh man…" he said. "I can’t believe this! This isn’t happening! This can’t be real!"

The hands stopped briefly in their task for just a moment, and Bob’s face was suddenly kissed by a pair of lips. "Oh yes it can!" Stephanie’s voice whispered, from somewhere in front of him. "It’s as real as anything can be, babe!" The unseen hands resumed their tugging.

"No, no, you can’t…OH my God…!"

Soft, unseen fingers gently brushed his cheek then. "What’s the matter, Bob? Hmmm?" Bob felt a soft breath blowing on his cheeks. "You’re not still afraid, are you? You? Big, tough football player? The Stud Muffin himself? You’re not afraid of a couple of women…are you…? Hmm?" Another soft kiss followed, right on the tip of his nose.

Sweat flowed freely down Bob’s scalp and neck and his heart pounded. He caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye near the coffee table. He managed to tear his gaze away from his clothes undressing themselves just long enough to see several tiny, brightly-colored bottles floating up out of the nylon bag, accompanied by several pieces of brightly-colored silk cloth.

Debbie noticed Bob’s wide-eyed reaction to the floating items, and laughed. "Just wait ‘til you see what we’ve got for you, Bob. We think you’ll like it!" She laughed again. The last item floated up out of the bag and settled down onto the coffee table. "There, that’s everything," Debbie’s voice said. "Now we can really get started!"

Moments later, Bob felt a second pair of hands caressing his body, stripping the last of his clothing away from his torso. He was now quite naked, yet the unseen hands continued to stroke and caress him, as though savoring the touch of his flesh. He felt extremely vulnerable, though not entirely as a result of being naked. Yet despite the bizarre circumstances, his body began to respond to his unseen visitors the way it normally would in the presence of two extremely attractive naked young women. Growing excitement within Bob began to displace the earlier shock and surprise he felt.

His two unseen visitors noticed this at once, of course, and took immediate measures.

"Ah-ah-ah!" Debbie’s voice said playfully, as she took gentle hold of Bob in a tender area of his body. "Not so fast! We have to get you ready first!" A quick kiss followed on the tender area. "So…just be patient, big guy. After all…there’s no hurry…" An unseen finger quickly stroked the spot. "…is there?" A soft giggle followed.

Moments later, Bob saw another quick movement near the coffee table. One of the brightly-colored bottles floated up from the table and over to the sofa, the cap unscrewed itself, and placed itself carefully aside.

"What—what’s that?" Bob said, immediately tensing up again.

"Shhhh," Stephanie’s soothing voice said from right beside him. "It’s nothing, just some scented oil." A warm tongue explored his outer ear for just a moment. "We think you’ll like it."

The bottle floated closer to Bob, then halted, mid-air, before tipping itself gently forward. A small quantity of the fluid flowed out, before also stopping and pooling mid air, as it was taken by an unseen hand. The bottle floated closer to Bob, and repeated its performance, this time dipping out a small amount to a second pair of hands, before floating down to the floor beside the couch, out of the way.

Bob’s heart pounded furiously as he was then subjected to the unique experience of having two pairs of invisible hands gently rub the scented oil into his skin all over his body. The oil had a curious aroma to it, a little like cologne, a little like clove oil. But whatever it was, it seemed to have a unique effect on Bob’s two unseen visitors as they rubbed it onto him. Their breathing became noticeably heavier and lower in timbre, and the motions of their hands became more prolonged, as they savored the tactile sensations they now enjoyed. There was no doubt in Bob’s mind that his two ghostly guests were getting every bit as turned on by the experience as he was. This fact was borne out by their half-whispered, half-moaned running commentary as they caressed and massaged him:

"Mmmmmmm, yesssssss….." said a voice that sounded like Stephanie’s, coming from the area near Bob’s chest. "Such strong, firm flesh…" The skin on his chest rippled, as unseen fingers gently kneaded and massaged it.

A soft, moaning voice, sounding like that of Debbie’s, drifted up from Bob’s lower region:

"Ahhh, yessssss…" the voice half-whispered. "For years I’ve dreamed about having a man like this…here in my hands…so tender…so vulnerable…" Now and then an unseen hand crept close to Bob’s tender area…only to slip away just as quickly, as though teasing him, taunting him. The tender area continued to respond, with growing impatience, long after the ghostly touch had vanished. The unseen guest near that region noticed this, and spoke up, as though to bolster him .

"Hold on there, Big Guy," Debbie’s breathy voice said from that area. "Just hold on a little while longer…we’re almost finished getting you ready…." Another quick, soft kiss to the tender spot. "…and then we can really begin!"

Bob then noticed something curious: as the hands continued to rub the oil onto his body, a small quantity remained on themselves, making them ever-so-slightly visible; semi-transparent, but just visible enough to make out their graceful form. It was strange to see the two disembodied pairs of semi-transparent hands gliding over his body that way. It was as though he were being massaged by four hands made of cut glass or crystal. It was an eerie…and yet paradoxically titillating experience as well.

The four hands completed their work and floated away from Bob. He then sat upright on the couch and watched as the hands floated back to the nylon bag on the coffee table, where they each picked up a towel and proceed to wipe away the oily residue that remained. Bob watched in amazement as the floating towels wiped the ghostly hands away to nothing.

Moments later, a large purple silk cloth floated up from the pile of clothes on the coffee-table. It fluttered in the air for a moment before Bob recognized it as a man’s lounging-robe. It was creepy to see it simply hanging in the air by itself that way, as though held out by someone; it was even creepier to see it slowly drift towards him, as though by a will of its own.

"Just for you, Bob." Stephanie’s voice said, accompanying the floating robe. "We picked it out special, just for you. Come on," the robe jumped slightly. "Let’s slip it on you & see how you look."

Cautiously, Bob rose to his feet and the silk robe floated behind him and up to his shoulders. Instinctively, he reached his arms back, reaching for the sleeve-holes. Once he found them, the rest of the robe slipped itself onto his shoulders, and the front pulled itself closed across his chest. Bob was just about to reach for the sash to tie it, when the ends suddenly floated up and tied themselves together, right before his eyes.

Bob looked down at himself. The robe was short, stopping at just his mid-thigh, with sleeves that stopped just past his elbows. Moreover, it seemed to run out of material right around the chest region. The robe had been obviously designed for the purpose of exposing key, strategic points of a man’s body to female eyes, thus making him as attractive as possible to a female partner (or two, as the case may be.) Bob momentarily felt a bit self-conscious in the robe, particularly after the comments from his two unseen guests:

"Oooooo, say now!" Stephanie’s voice said, approvingly, from directly in front of him. "He’s looking fine!! What do you think, Deb?"

"Oh, yeah…!" Debbie said, from the area of the coffee-table. "He looks even better than I thought he would! One thing, though…"

Bob then felt a curious tugging sensation at his chest and shoulders. He looked down and saw the front of the robe pulling itself open, exposing the lower part of his chest, almost to his stomach. The opened front of the robe and the tightened sash continued to adjust themselves as unseen fingers tugged at them, until at last Bob presented a picture that invisible Debbie found appealing.

"There now," her voice said, as unseen fingers quickly brushed the hairs on Bob’s exposed chest. "That’s much better!" A pair of arms briefly grabbed Bob in a quick embrace. "Mmmm, you look good enough to eat!" Debbie said, excitedly.

"Not a bad idea!" Stephanie’s voice said, from right beside her.

"Well, it’s early yet!" Debbie replied. "There’s plenty of time for that later!"

A burst of disembodied, feminine giggles briefly erupted from either side of Bob, and once again he felt hands gently but insistently guiding him back to the sofa.