Ty noticed the silence of his house. He was alone at last. Now, he immediately started to feel lonely. He needed to go somewhere. He needed to find someone. He cleaned up, had breakfast, and left his home.
Ty walked down the street. He felt horny. The girls he passed caught his eye to varying degrees. He thought he might like to sleep with one of them or just take one of them, but the idea of raping a stranger was too disgusting. Still, he wanted to kiss one of them. He wanted to feel the soft flesh of their breasts in his hands. Unfortunately, he never had even so much as held hands with a girl before.
He spotted a gorgeous brunette with her hair tied up in an elaborate Updo. She looked to be in her early twenties. She wore sandals and tattered jeans with a stripped tank top that barely contained a pair of enormous breasts. In the past, Ty would have gone home with an image of her in his mind to fuel his fantasies for that night. Now, he could have her anyway he wanted.
He decided that he could not get past feeling that touching her without permission would be a serious violation. That he could not stomach, but if she were touching herself...
Ty focused on the girl. He pictured himself disappearing and then entering into her mind, taking over her consciousness, essentially, pushing her aside from the controls of her own body to grab them for himself. He blinked a moment, and then he was somewhere else on the street. He looked down to be greeted by a long line of cleavage between a pair of fleshy globes jutting from his chest... her chest. It had worked! He was inside of her.
Ty looked back to where he had been standing a moment ago. His old body was nowhere to be seen. "Good," he thought. "I'm completely inside of her." Not wanting to draw extra attention to the girl, he walked down a nearby alley and ducked around a corner next to a dumpster. Looking around, he was confident that he was momentarily alone inside of the possessed girl.
He held up her hands. They looked so soft and well cared for, her nails recently manicured. She wore a gold ring, but there was no gem. He doubted it was a wedding ring. He touched her breasts. They were heavier than he had expected, but they felt amazing both in her hands and from the sensation of being held. He ran a hand down to her crotch and felt the strange flatness down there as well. A quick rub showed that there was still sensitivity there even without the equipment he was used to.
Again, he checked around the alley. Still, no one in sight. He reached behind her back and fumbled with the hooks to her bra strap. It took a minute, but eventually he freed her breasts. They hung heavily now without support. He unbuttoned the top front of her tank top, and pushed her breasts out into the open, getting his first view of her tan areola and stiffening nipples. He fondled her breasts gently. Each one was more than a handful, and they were so soft, softer than he could have imagined. Every time her fingers brushed her nipples, they sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through her body. He could feel a growing dampness in her crotch now that felt strangely cold. He unbuttoned her tight jeans and slipped one hand down them into her underwear. He let her gentle fingers slide against her slit, while her other hand continued on her breast, tweaking her stiff nipple. A pleasant moan escaped her lips.
Then, her fingers slid inside her pussy. It was damp and pleasantly warm. Her thumb brushed against something that seemed to almost sting with how sensitive it was. Dimly, he realized he had found her clit. He continued to explore her folds with her fingers as her thumb gently massaged her clit. All the while, her other hand still massaged her breast.
He could feel something building within her. His groping and probing sped up as the pleasure increased, building to something almost unbearably intense. She panted and moaned freely now, any fears about being found were forgotten in the fog of sexual bliss. Then, the peak hit, her body shuddered as an orgasm blasted through it like a bolt of lightning. She leaned heavily against the wall as the orgasm gradually subsided, but it seemed to linger on longer than Ty would have believed possible.
"Oh my god!" Ty said in her voice. "This is amazing."
He let her sit her butt gently down on the alley floor and leaned her back against the wall behind her. There Ty sat inside her and just enjoyed the afterglow of his first female orgasm. He wanted to do that again. He wanted to feel this good as often as he could. He imagined what it would be like to live as her, to totally take over her life. He could feel this way every day if he did that. A breeze picked up, chilling her exposed nipples. That drew him back to reality. He was in a borrowed body, and now he needed a plan for what to do next.