“What a loser!” Jen said as the line went dead, she went to put the phone back in the receiver when it slipped from her fingers, shrieking she grabbed her wrist and flexed the fingers on her left hand experimentally. Nothing further happened so she picked up the phone and put it back.
“It’s nothing” she told herself, “you just dropped the phone, God I can’t believe he’s actually getting to me!”
A nervous tingle ran through her body, “snap out of it!” she said aloud, “nothing’s wrong with you!” but when she looked in the mirror across from where she was standing she noticed that she was rubbing her left hand slowly up and down her hip.
“NO!” she said stepping backwards and grabbing her arm, she seemed to regain control. And stood looking at her hand for a few seconds before letting it go and beginning to walk upstairs to finish getting dressed. Jen failed to notice her hand start to trace circles around her buttocks.
“Doesn’t look like I’m going to find the rest of my uniform, I’ll have to change” she said as she stripped out of the small amount clothing that she had been wearing. Her left hand abliging to move out of the way as she removed her skirt before resuming its touches, Jen remained oblivious. “Now then, what to wear, what to wear…”
She failed to realise that as she stood there looking through her closet her left hand had crept down to her pussy and had started to tenderly play with her sensitive cunt. As Jen looked for an outfit she became aware of her growing arousal and realised that her hand was playing with her pussy.
Powerless to stop it she tried to grab the wrist and yank her hand away but it seemed to now possess strength that her right arm didn’t. “Nooo!” she screamed in frustration between pants as her body started to betray her and she fell victim to her hands expert touches.
She heard the bus pull up outside her house and with no control found herself walking towards the front door, naked and openly fingering her beautiful teenage pussy.
“Oh my god no!”