Jayce's Blog - Wed, Aug 31 (Patreon)

I wasn't sure I wanted to see Gabriel, but Brooke insisted that I do it. Fearing what would happen if I didn't do it voluntarily, I called him back and we had a date over the weekend. We went for dinner, with plans to go catch a movie afterwards.

Dinner was fine until I started feeling hands on me, groping my boobs under my clothes. I ignored it at first, though it wasn't easy. Obviously this was something done by Brooke. I was determined to push through it and avoid tipping Gabriel off as to what was happening (not that he would have believed me). Things got a bit more difficult when the invisible hands moved to my nipples and started tweaking them. Their sensitivity—which is normally average—had been boosted and I almost choked on a piece of steak when the pinching started.

"Are you okay?" Gabriel asked.

"Y-yeah," I mumbled. "That steak is aaaah-mazing! Oh, my God!"

It wasn't the steak that was amazing, it was the sensations. Obviously, it revved me up very badly. I glanced at my breasts, and sure enough, my nips were super hard and visible through my top (despite the layers of padding and clothing I normally wear to prevent that). It was odd, though, because even if I felt the hands on my boobs, the flesh wasn't moving accordingly. Like it was all in my mind—with obvious physical reactions, naturally.

Then came dessert, and the hands moved their way down: one at the front door, the other in the back. Working in concert, they fingered their way in and out of me while I tried to remain calm in front of Gabriel. I found myself fidgeting and squirming on my seat, and eventually he asked me if something was wrong.

"I have to go to the bathroom," I said, thinking on my feet. "It's just, I'm enjoying this dinner so much, I didn't want to leave you alone."

"Oh, please," he said, "that's all right. You go, I'll take care of the check while you're gone. If we want to catch that movie, we should be leaving soon anyway."

I raced to the bathroom as quickly as my wobbly legs would allow. The hands between my legs and butt cheeks redoubled their effort as I walked, and I felt a rising tension in my belly that betrayed how close I was to orgasm. I barely made it to a stall and pulled my pants down when it all came crashing down on me. Boy did it hit me hard!

When it was over, I cleaned myself up as best I could, then rejoined Gabriel in the lobby of the restaurant. The hands had stopped their dirty work, so I was able to behave normally for a while. We left, got into his car, and drove off. About halfway to the movie theater, the hands "reappeared" (though there was still no visible sign of them) and resumed their dirty work. This time, though, there were four hands (I'm sure you can figure where they went) and they were relentless. It wasn't long before my shuffling in the passenger seat once again caught Gabriel's attention.

"Are you sure everything's okay?" he asked. There was a look on his face that suggested he was starting to figure it out.

I had to think on my feet. I had to come up with something plausible because the real reason for my predicament wasn't an option. He'd just think I was crazy.

"I... um... I have a condition," I started. The hands ravaging me made it difficult to speak or think, but I pushed through it. "It's... I get these... *UGH* Oh fuck... I'm sorry, I mean, these urges... Happens from time to time, I c-can't stoooOOOh!!!"

I squeezed my thighs hard, pushing back against an orgasm that almost exploded as I spoke. That hand plunging mercilessly between my thighs was driving me crazy.

"Wait," Gabriel said, "I think I've heard of this... Is it that disorder thing, the one that gives some women spontaneous orgasms?"

I gritted my teeth and nodded. "Yeah, it's called PSAD," I said.

As I said the words, another climax came crashing down on me and I convulsed on the seat beside him until it was over—which was longer than usual.

When I came back to my senses, I saw that Gabriel had turned the car around. He said he was taking me back to my place, where (I assumed) he was going to give me a legendary dicking.

Turns out, all we did the rest of the evening is cuddle while watching TV. The hands returned four times, making me come each time. And all Gabriel did during that time was hug me. He didn't try anything.

I have to say, he's a class act. Back when I was in my male body, I don't think I could have resisted the temptation.

Maybe he's someone special after all.

--Jaycee