“Well, I guess…what comes next is…”  The empty sleeves raised themselves up to the collar, and the fabric of the blouse seemed to tighten in a couple of places as it was pinched by pairs of unseen fingertips.  “These have to come off…right?”  Though I couldn’t see it, I could tell by the sound of her voice that she was smiling.  

“Well, naturally.”

The empty blouse leaned closer to me and from the empty air there came a light kiss which landed on my cheek.  “Well then, my Love,” her voice purred from somewhere above the collar.  “Leave everything to me!”  She gave a light, but nervous little laugh. 

She turned to face the full-length mirror in the corner again, no doubt curious to see—or at least get an idea—of the sight she must present to me.

“First off, these shoes have to go,” she said, kicking off her high-heeled pumps and pushing them to the side with her stockinged foot.  “I’ve been on my feet all day today, and they’re killing me!”

“Well, hopefully you won’t be on your feet much longer!” I leaned over and tried to kiss what I thought was her cheek, but I had misjudged and kissed an earlobe instead.  I heard a soft giggle from the air nearby.

My mouth, I suddenly realized, had grown very dry, and my heart now pounded as though about to burst from my chest from excitement.  I still could hardly believe my luck at what I was to witness, what was about to unfold before me.  Nor could I believe that I was lucky enough to live in a world where such wonders were even possible; wonders which had finally broken through the barrier between fantasy and reality, and were about to make my own personal lifelong fantasy come true.  

“Want me to do just a fast, quick strip or a nice, slow, prolonged striptease?” she asked. 

“Nice and slow,” I said, in a ragged, breathy voice.  “Just the way I like it.”

“You got it!” she said, raising an empty cuff and waving it with a flourish.  It was uncanny, but even that simple, familiar gesture of hers was incredibly sexy to me now, when performed in her present, invisible state.

The sleeves reached around in back, and I watched, fascinated, as they seemed to point at the snap at the top of the leather skirt. They lingered there for a moment, and then the snap popped open.  The sleeves then pointed at the zipper, which slowly unzipped itself, guided by the sleeves as it descended.  When the zipper reached its terminus, the formerly delightfully-tight leather skirt seemed to partially deflate, my initial disappointment at the sight was soon overwhelmed by anticipation of the better show which was to come.  The two empty sleeves then proceeded to slowly…ever so slowly…tug at the sides of the skirt, soft moans of exertion issuing from the void above the collar, as she pretended to slither out of the skirt only with the greatest of effort.  I watched, thoroughly entranced by the sight of the smooth, softly-tanned black leather slowly gliding its way down those magnificent, wide hips and full, luscious derriere, all of which swayed gently from side to side in an exaggerated, sexy motion, as though specifically designed to prolong the action.  I swallowed, shifting my gaze back and forth between Camille’s ghostly reflection in the mirror, and the close-up view I beheld mere inches before me, and the bulge in my pants intensified, becoming more insistent with each passing moment.

At last, the skirt slipped its way past her hips, and continued its slow descent down the shapely, but unseen, nylon-clad legs.  Just at the very last, as the skirt approached the floor, it hovered for a moment, as first one nylon-clad, transparent foot stepped out of it...then the other.

An empty sleeve tossed the skirt back to me in a swift, graceful arc.  “Catch!” she called out, and I did so, savoring the scent and touch of softly-tanned lambskin which I held in my hands, caressing it with my fingers as I carefully folded it and set it aside on a nearby chair back.

From there, Camille proceeded to just-as-slowly slip out of her pantyhose.  As before, I watched thoroughly entranced, as her empty cuffs seemed to point at the top of the pantyhose, which then slowly curled itself down and away from her broad—though presently unseen—hips and buttocks.  Down, down, down the slowly-descending nylon curled, guided by the empty cuffs, gliding past her crotch, where it paused.  From here, the remainder of the task was a bit more awkward for her, so to complete it, she stepped over to the edge of the bed, where she sat down and continued.  The nylon resumed its slithering path down unseen legs, inch by agonizingly-slow inch, withering and dissolving as it descended, eventually reaching a state of completely empty, limp nylon nothingness.  I stood and stared, my eyes never leaving her, never even closed once the entire time.  My mouth was also opened wide the entire time, yet I could scarcely breathe…

When the hose at last had slipped past the ghostly toes, the blouse rose gracefully from the bed and floated over to the chair, the now-limp pantyhose drifting along just below one empty cuff.  Camille now appeared to be nothing more than a floating, empty, shiny silk blouse, and as she approached me, I caught an occasional glimpse of a pair of black silk panties underneath.  Once she reached the chair, one cuff reached out and carefully lay the pantyhose down atop the neatly-folded skirt.  The blouse then repositioned itself so that its unseen wearer could see both me (enjoying my reaction, no doubt) as well as her own ghostly reflection in both mirrors simultaneously.  

I thought I detected a faint sound of a gasp from the collar as she apparently caught sight of her now half-gone reflection in the mirror for the first time.  For a brief, anxious moment, I hoped she wasn’t beginning to get cold feet about the whole idea.

“I still can’t get over this!” she said.  “I look like a haunted blouse or something now!  Ohhhhhh, I would be so freaked-out if things were the other way around, and this was you instead of me!”

“I assure you, I'm not,” I said.  

“You sure?”  The blouse swiveled around to face me, causing me to recoil slightly.  

“Well…maybe a little,” I admitted.  “But for me, that just adds to the excitement!”  That was true, I fully acknowledged.  

On a curious whim from who-knew-where, she raised her empty sleeves, stretching them out and waved them around at the level of where her head ought to be.  She lightly bounced up and down in a slow, gentle bobbing motion.  “Woooooooooo!!!!” she softly howled in jest.  “Here comes The Haunted Blouse!!!  Woooooooo!”  

She advanced upon me, continuing to howl, waving her empty sleeves playfully in my face, as I backed away.  In moments, the floating, empty blouse was chasing me all around the bedroom, her ghostly voice howling and laughing alternately.  “Wooooooo!”  She howled at me, punctuated by giggles.  I laughed too at her little performance, grateful that she had apparently become comfortable enough with her transformation as to be playful with it.  

I only hoped that the growing bulge in my jeans wouldn’t reveal its now-very-insistent presence prematurely, before either of us was ready for it.

The empty, softly howling silk blouse bobbed up and down a few more times, then with one final, playful howl, ceased.  

“Mmmmmm…” her ghostly voice murmured.  “You know, I have to admit…I think I'm starting to enjoy this!”

I smiled.  “Glad to hear it!”  I said.  “Glad, and relieved!”

“Yeah, I think this might be kind of fun after all!” she said, as her empty sleeves slipped around me and pulled me close in a big hug.  “I'm glad now that you asked me to try it!”

I smiled as I stared down into the empty collar before me, and deep into the interior of the blouse, as well as the brassier underneath.  “Wow…” I whispered.  “This is so amazing!  I can see right down inside you!”

The empty sleeves raised up to her chest, and the collar tugged itself open wide.  “Yeah…yeah, I see what you mean!” she said.  “I can see right down inside me, too!  Clear down to the inside of my blouse, my bra, and my panties…!  And then the floor!  I'm looking right through where my tits would normally be, except that they’re not!  It’s wild…!  From here, looking into my bra is like looking inside a pair of overinflated weather balloons!”

We both enjoyed a brief laugh over her very-apt description, and she said, “Well…I guess it’s now time for the really good part of the show…right?”  I grinned and nodded in mute agreement.

I watched, fascinated, as both cuffs raised themselves before her ample chest, one cuff seeming to point at the other for a moment, which then seemed to tighten, then loosen, as the button securing it became unfastened.  Then that cuff pointed itself at the other, and the process repeated itself.  Both sleeves now loosened, the silky fabric slipped down and bunched itself up at her elbows, a sudden vacancy appearing above them where only moments before, the silken fabric had indicated the presence of ghostly arms.  The now loose, empty sleeves reached up to the collar, and the top button tightened, then popped free.  The sleeves crept down a bit further, and the next button followed.  Then a third.  Then a fourth.

My eyes were now glazed over as I watched the awe-inspiring sight of an empty blouse slowly unbuttoning itself, knowing all the while that it was Camille inside it, doing the unbuttoning.  It was eerie, uncanny, and yet incredibly-sexy.  I suddenly realized that I hadn’t even so much as blinked, for fear of missing even a nanosecond’s worth of the show unfolding before me.  

The blouse was now fully unbuttoned, and opened itself wide, revealing the emptiness inside.  Empty, that is, except for the white 38-D brassiere which contained two of her best assets, at which I continued to stare in mute fascination for countless eons.  

Oddly, the contrasting colors of the underwear only now suddenly struck me.  “I hope this isn’t a dumb question,” I said, silently cursing my stupid notice of such trivial details.  “But how come you’re wearing underwear that doesn’t match?  Any special reason?”

“Couldn’t find the white panties this morning,” she replied with a casual air, almost as though she were anticipating the question.  “And a black brassier would show through the silk.”  

“Oh.”  As I’d expected, I felt thoroughly stupid for even asking the question.

The sleeves then reached up to the collar one last time, where they slowly…ever so slowly…began to slip the blouse off, down and away, first from one unseen shoulder…then the other…then down upper arms…slowly slipping down lower arms…then hands…taking the greatest care the last few inches, in order to prolong the action as much as possible, so as to maintain my increasingly passionate suspense.  

The limp and now truly-empty blouse proceeded to neatly fold itself up in mid-air before the empty, floating bra and panties, then, once folded, gently glided over to the chair back, where it took its place to join the leather skirt and black pantyhose.

The bra and panties then slowly swiveled around to face the mirror above the dresser again.  I thought I heard a soft gasp from the space above the bra, but I couldn’t be sure.  But I did hear a long, slow, soft sigh.

The bra slowly dipped forward and downward, toward the mirror, and from my—and presumably hers as well—vantage-point, I could see straight down into the interior of the bra.  From the way it moved, the bra gave clear indication that it still contained its usual contents of considerable weight and dimensions…and yet to the naked eye, it still appeared to be entirely empty.  

Another long, slow sigh from the void.  “I still can’t get over this…!” she said, almost in a whisper.  “This is just so incredible…!  I mean, I can see right down inside myself!  Or at least, where I ought to be.”

The empty-yet-copiously-filled brassier slowly rose again to assume a  presumably upright position.  

“But you know,” she said, in a subtle shift of tone I found strangely unsettling.  “Now that I think about it, I'm actually kind of glad now that the potion doesn’t work on men after all.  Because if things were the other way around, and you were invisible instead of me, I really don’t think I could handle it.  I’d just be sooooooo scared at this point....  Scared…and worried.”

“Why do you say that?” I asked, puzzled.

“Oh well, just…you know.  Never knowing if I was really alone or not; never knowing if you might be around, watching me from…somewhere....  Never having any privacy!”

She paused and released another deep sigh.  “But this way…it just seems so much better this way, if only women can become invisible.  It just seems so much more…fair, more natural, more…right, somehow.  Maybe invisibility should be a special privilege reserved for women only.  Because this way, at least I know my privacy is safe and protected!  Safe from prying, male eyes!”  She laughed naughtily.  “As a matter of fact, I can have all the privacy I want now!”  She laughed louder.

“Yeah, but I can’t!” I muttered in a momentary pique, doubly annoyed that I hadn’t considered this rather disquieting point before.  “I mean, how do you think that makes me feel?  How will I know when I'm really alone?  How will I know if you’re not maybe around, watching me from somewhere without my knowledge?”

“Well, Sweetie…” she paused with what sounded like a stifled laugh as the floating bra and panties slowly swiveled to face me.  “I guess you won’t!  Will you?”  She giggled.  “It’s definitely something for you to think about and keep in mind!  Isn’t it?”  Her giggles evolved into open, taunting laughter.  “So yes, it’s definitely better this way, with me invisible, instead of you!  Don’t you think?”  Though I couldn’t see it, I could tell by the sound of her voice that she was grinning ear-to-ear at my obvious discomfort with the way the conversation was going.

I didn’t answer.  What the hell could I say?  What was I going to do, argue with her?  This whole thing was my idea, after all.  And yet, I suddenly felt a bit …well, frustrated by the situation as it now stood.  And envious of her too, suddenly wishing all the more that I could use the Invisibility Potion myself.  I also felt slightly irritated by her sudden, unexpectedly flippant attitude toward it all, and her teasing, taunting tone only made it doubly irksome.  Somehow, it all suddenly seemed so unfair, even though I knew well in advance that the potion would never work on me.  I felt frustrated, envious, and left out, realizing all over again that I would never be able to share in the experience which she was now able to enjoy.  Moreover, I had the uneasy feeling that she somehow sensed my feelings of envy and frustration, and that it apparently didn’t bother her in the least.

But even though the unfairness of the situation was frustrating, and I felt increasingly envious of her, it was also strangely exciting to me as well, a fact I also couldn’t deny.  It was a strange, conflicted puzzle of Gordian-knot complexity within me, one which I couldn’t begin to untangle, even if I’d had the time.  Which I didn’t; other events unfolding before me—literally—soon demanded my full attention.

Slowly, the bra and panties rotated to face their non-reflection in the mirror above the dresser again.  They then did a quick, little bounce, causing the unseen breasts in the brassiere to jiggle…and my heart to skip a beat.  They jumped again…and again…and again, jiggling more and more each time, as Camille lightly bounced up and down on the balls of her feet, and burst into peals of delighted laughter.

“Ohhhhh, this is just so crazy!  And I bet you’re really loving it too, aren’t you?” she laughed, as the empty bra quickly pivoted to face me with another quick bounce-and-jiggle, then turned back to the mirror again before I could respond.  The bra and panties bounced a couple of more times, then settled down, the bra slowly expanding and contracting as Camille breathed deeply.

“Actually, I’d better not jump around like that too much,” she said.  “Otherwise I'll be jumping right out of this bra!”  She chuckled.  “Not that you’d get to see anything even if I did, of course!”  

The empty bra continued to rhythmically expand and contract, as Camille recovered her breath from her little ‘bouncing act.’   The bra and panties then floated over a bit closer to the mirror as she took a silent step, and I began to notice the very faint impressions of ghostly fingers forming in the bra, moving slowly across their silken contours, as she gently caressed her unseen breasts.  Almost at once, her nipples, normally quite prominent in size to begin with, began to harden, soon achieving a rock-hard consistency, protruding through the thin white lace fabric of the bra as though they were about to poke holes in it.  

“Mmmmmmm…” her soft, ghostly voice hummed contentedly.  “Mmmmm…  You have no idea what this feels like…”  Her tone clearly indicated that she was by now thoroughly enjoying her transparent condition, as well as the related sensations she felt, and was at last ready to fully embrace her invisibility, with all of its full potential and implications.  

My own firmness, like those of her nipples, likewise intensified at the enchanting sight before me, and I hastened to close my mouth (which had been gaping wide open all this time), lest I begin to drool all over the front of my shirt.

After countless moments had passed, the bra and panties slowly circled to face me again.

“And now,” her voice said, in her by-now familiar ‘smiling’ tone.  “For the big finale!”  

The bra seemed to tighten for a moment, then the twin 38-D balloons began to deflate and sag as the bra unclasped itself, the bra-straps which had moments ago hugged her unseen torso, now dangled loose below, while the cups remained held in place in front by unseen hands, to cover invisible breasts.  

“Almost there…!” her sexy voice purred from the air.  

I smiled, thoroughly spellbound by the sight of the dangling, empty brassier hovering in mid-air before me.

“You know, Love,” she went on, as the partially-deflated bra and panties slowly swiveled around to face the full-length mirror in the corner one final time.  “I wasn’t so sure about this whole idea at first; I admit I had my doubts about it…but now that it’s real…now that it’s really happened to me, and I really am invisible…”  She released a long, deep sigh as the brassiere deflated the remainder of the way, and fluttered gracefully down to the floor like an Autumn leaf.  “I feel different about it now!  I feel…excited!”  From the tone of her voice alone, as well as a quick glimpse at the crotch of her panties, where I detected a growing spot of moisture, it was obvious she wasn’t lying about that.

“Really, you have no idea just how turned-on I'm getting by this!” she said delightedly, as the floating black panties began to slowly move in a gentle rocking motion, as her unseen hips swayed from side to side.  The panties then began to slowly revolve in a lazy circle, still continuing to gently sway from side to side as they rotated.  

“I don’t know if it’s because I'm prancing around here nearly naked, or—or what it is, but…I feel so horny right now!”  she giggled naughtily.  “Are you sure they didn’t put an aphrodisiac in that stuff?”

“I don’t think they did,” I said.  “To the best of my knowledge, they don’t.  So…whatever you’re feeling right now, I guess that’s entirely on you.”

“Then I guess that makes me just as perverted as you!” she laughed, and planted a quick, ghostly kiss on the tip of my nose.  

I laughed in return at our private little joke.  “Nobody is that perverted!” I shot back, which prompted another short chuckle from the air above the floating, swaying panties.  

The panties then ceased their rocking motion, pausing there for only a moment, before beginning to slowly, leisurely curl themselves down and away from the broad hips and full, round derriere.  Once past her unseen crotch, the panties proceeded to gently glide down the unseen curves of her thighs, past her knees, then lower limbs, just as the leather skirt and pantyhose had done only a short while earlier, the action deliberately prolonged, the better to hold me in suspense.  

“Mmmmmm, I still can’t get over this…” she whispered.  “I never imagined it could feel anything like this…!  Ohhhhhh, if you only knew what it’s like…!” 

She sighed softly as the panties slowly glided down the last few inches of her ankles, before one foot, then the other, stepped out of them.  The panties remained there, limply on the floor for only a moment, before suddenly launching themselves right at my face with a ghostly giggle.  I was too stunned and surprised to even make an attempt to catch them.

The room was completely silent now.  Camille now seemed to be gone; completely gone.  Yet I knew she wasn’t.  I knew she was still there, somewhere in the bedroom, and I also had the uneasy feeling that she was watching me from somewhere in the empty air.  I continued to stare, mutely, at the spot where she’d been standing, assuming she was still there, but having no way of knowing exactly for sure.  

“Well…here I am…”  She spoke suddenly from the air mere inches in front of my face.  

The sudden, unexpectedly close proximity of her voice came as quite a jolt, and I jumped at the sound.  She had evidently stepped closer to me, and was now standing so close that I could feel her breath on my face.  Yet I was completely unaware that she had even moved.

Moreover, it was eerie to hear her voice coming from out of nowhere that way.  Hearing her voice speak from floating, empty clothes was eerie enough, but at least that had given me something visual upon which to focus my attention.  But for her voice to suddenly speak from nothing but the thin air in front of me was downright creepy, and very unnerving as well.

And yet, paradoxically thrilling to me as well.

“You…you really can’t see me…?  At all…?” her ghostly voice asked timidly, almost fearfully.  

Slowly, I shook my head, continuing to stare, wide-eyed.  

“I…I still can’t believe it…!” She exclaimed.  “I'm standing here, right in front of you, bare-assed naked with my tits and twat hanging out…” She paused.  “And you really can’t see a thing…?”

Again, I slowly shook my head.  “Nope…not a thing…!” I whispered.

“I…I really am…” she paused, then concluded in a whispered tone.  “Invisible…?”  She spoke as though she still needed a final confirmation from me.

And so, mutely, I merely nodded, slowly, my mouth hanging open and my eyes wide open the entire time. 

“I'm invisible…!” she repeated in a whisper, as if only now finally accepting it as fact.

I nodded again, while staring, glassy-eyed, at the empty air before me, from which her voice seemed to originate.

“This is so weird…!” she went on in whispered tones.  “I mean, it’s a way-freakin’ weird feeling to be invisible anyway, but…to not even be able to make eye-contact with you…!”  She paused, with a stifled, nervous laugh.  “You can’t even stare at my tits!  At least I'd be used to that feeling!”

I laughed nervously myself at that point, grateful for the break in the tension, and shrugged.

“Are…are you sure you don’t want me to put something on?” she asked, still with a trace of timidity remaining.  “Like a bathrobe or something?  Just so you can at least see where I am?”

I smiled and shook my head.  “No, no,” I said.  “It’s…it’s good just the way you are.  Unless,”  Only now did the thought occur to me.  “Unless you’re cold or something.  Are you?”

“No, no, it’s not that.  I mean, yes, it is a bit draftier than I was expecting, but…other than that, no, I'm not cold.  I'm actually quite comfortable, in fact.  Isn’t that interesting?  I thought I’d be freezing, or at least chilly, but I'm not.”  

She then suddenly fell silent and remained so for a very long time, and I began to feel a bit uneasy again.  Without a face from which to discern an expression, I had no idea what she might be thinking or feeling.  

At last, she spoke.  “Warren…?  Sweetie…?” She began, tentatively.  “Are—are you sure you’re not afraid of me, being like this?”  From her tone of voice, it sounded as though she was the one who was afraid, not me.  

“I’m not, I'm not, I assure you.  I'm incredibly turned-on by this, in fact!”  

“You’re sure?”

I hesitated for a moment before I replied, “Well…I mean…yeah, it is taking a little getting used-to, and I guess I am a little bit envious of you too.”  I paused, then added, a bit more truthfully, “And…well, okay, maybe in the back of my mind, I'm also maybe a little bit sc—”

I broke off, as I suddenly felt soft fingertips gently press against my lips from out of nowhere, hushing me, and causing me to recoil slightly.

“Shhhhhh…” she whispered from somewhere in the air before me.  “Don’t even say it!  Please!  Don’t even speak the words!”  The unseen fingers then slowly, softly glided up to caress my cheek.  “Just remember, Love,” she went on in a soft, sweet voice.  “There’s nothing here to be afraid of.  Nothing.”  I felt a soft, full kiss on my lips from out of the air.  “No matter what happens, I am still the woman who loves you, and cares about you.”  She paused.  “Even…even if you can’t see me at the moment.”

I nodded, and reached up to take her hand in my own and gently squeezed  it.  I felt her draw close to me, resting her head on my shoulder, as her arms slowly crept around me, gathering me up in a soft embrace.

“Hold me,” she whispered softly from the air.  “Hold me…  Please…  I need it…”

As she asked, I gently drew my arms around her and pulled her close to me.  I could feel her unseen form trembling in my hands.

“Are you sure you’re not cold, Sweetie?” I asked.  “You’re shivering.”

I felt her shift slightly in my arms, and I assumed she had raised her head to face me.  “No, no, I'm not shivering; I'm—”  She stopped abruptly, then went on in a quieter tone.  “I'm…I'm just a little bit…scared, I think.”

“Scared?  Scared of what?”

“I don’t even know!” she said.  “Scared of…myself, I guess.  This is just…this is a lot to take in.”  I felt her shrug in my hands.  “Being invisible is going to take some getting used to.”

We continued our sweet, silent embrace for countless minutes, simply savoring the unique physical sensations involved, of her being invisible, and of me holding her invisible body close to me.  I slowly ran my hands up and down her unseen back, eventually settling on her luscious, magnificent bottom, which I gently cradled in both hands.  At that moment, I happened to catch a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror, seeming to hold and caress nothing in my hands but an armful of air, and I suddenly realized how absurd I looked.  Nevertheless, the incredible sensations I felt, coupled with the exciting reality that Camille was really there, invisible in my arms, overrode any other considerations in my mind.

Suddenly, without warning, her arms released me, and she stepped back and pulled away from me, slipping out of my embrace.  Instinctively, I reached my hands out for her, hoping to retake her into my arms, but she had already moved beyond my reach.  I groped all around for her, but found nothing but empty air.  I then looked all around the room, to my left and right, hoping to detect some visual evidence of her location; again, without result.

“Camille?” I finally asked the empty bedroom.  “Where are you?  Where did you go?”

“I'm over here,” her voice now spoke from the full-length mirror in the corner.  

“Oh, there you are,” I said, as my head swiveled into the direction of the source of the sound and I re-oriented myself to her new location.  She had moved so quietly that I hadn’t heard even the slightest sound.  

“Yeah,” she replied.  “I'm…just trying to take a closer look at myself…if that’s the right way to put it.”

Cautiously, I stepped over to the area in front of the mirror, my hands reaching out for her, unsure as I was of her exact position, and concerned about bumping into her or stepping on her feet.

Suddenly, my fingers made contact with soft, warm flesh that felt wonderfully familiar to me.  I had a pretty good guess as to the portion of her anatomy they touched, and it was confirmed by her next words from the empty air before me:

“Um…that’s my butt, you know.”

“Oh, sorry…” I said, quickly withdrawing my hands and suddenly feeling uncommonly embarrassed.  It wasn’t, after all, the only time I’d ever grabbed her bare bottom.

“Don’t be,” she said.  “It feels kinda nice.  It just…surprised me, that’s all.”  She chuckled.  “Speaking of which, it’s a darn good thing I had that tattoo removed, huh?  Otherwise it’d probably be the only thing on me right now that’s still visible!”  

I laughed.  “Yeah, probably!  It sure would be quite a sight to see, though!  That single red rose, floating around the room by itself!”

“Mm-hmmm…” she hummed affirmatively, no doubt imagining the image it would present.  “That sure would be awkward for an invisible girl, wouldn’t it?  To have a tattoo floating around by itself to give her away!”  She paused.  “Good thing I took out my earrings earlier too, come to think of it.”

She felt silent again for several moments longer as she contemplated her non-reflection.  “Man…I still can’t believe I'm really there, in the mirror!” she half-whispered.  “I mean, I can see you perfectly, standing right behind me, but…I can’t see me at all!”  She sighed.  “You don’t know what this feels like, to look into a mirror and not see yourself!  Now I know how vampires must feel!”

“Yeah, except that you’re very real!” I grinned.

“And you, poor guy, you can’t even enjoy the view.”

“Maybe not, but I'm still enjoying it in other ways, believe me!” I said truthfully with a big smile, while my loins ached for her insistently. 

I reached out with my hands again, this time guessing correctly, and found her waist in the empty air.  I slowly slid my arms around her, gathering up her invisible torso in my arms and pulling her close to me.  I rested my head upon her shoulder, and heard her soft, contented sigh in my ear.

My groin throbbed at having her there in my arms, invisible, and without even thinking, I pulled her even closer, pressing myself against her unseen bottom.

She no doubt must have felt my growing, insistent excitement, because she giggled naughtily. “Is that a cucumber in your pocket, or are you just happy to not see me?”  She laughed at her spin on the old classic line, and I laughed along with her, mostly out of relief at her apparent good humor about her new condition.

I felt her body swivel around in my arms, turning to face me, and her arms reached around my back, returning my embrace.  It was difficult at that precise moment to tell which sensation I enjoyed more:  To hold her curvaceous invisible form in my arms, or to be embraced by her ghostly arms from the empty air.  I think I would have had to make it about fifty-fifty.  All I do know for sure is that, just then, I wanted her.  Badly.