3 comments/ 62616 views/ 14 favorites Misty Lublin's Vanishing Clothes By: Totzman It was seventeen minutes past ten in the morning when Misty Lublin's clothes disappeared. She was sitting in her economics class taking notes on her professor's lecture, when suddenly every thread of clothing covering the twenty-two year old coed's nubile young body vanished into thin air. There was no warning, or flash of light, only the sudden and unexpected removal of her clothes from reality- leaving Misty stark naked in the middle of the classroom. Misty didn't even feel it when it happened. She was sorting through her notes when she felt a cool draft against her skin, which prompted her to look down and find herself in the nude. The students seated to her right and left noticed immediately, and let out a gasp. Misty felt herself hit by a wave of panic and a rush of blood to her head. "What the hell just happened?" she thought. She stared at her classmates, then back at herself, unable to believe what had just happened. Dropping her pen, Misty crossed her legs and covered her breasts with her hands, but that didn't stop her from catching the attention of every person in the classroom- including the professor. "Misty, what are you doing?" she heard someone ask. "Why'd she take her clothes off?" someone on the other side of the room asked. "Yeah baby, take it off!" a loudmouthed boy in the back exclaimed. The professor stopped the lecture and turned his attention to the commotion in front of him. "What's going on, young lady?" the professor demanded. "Where are your clothes?" Misty looked to her right and left. Her book bag was slumped on the floor next to her desk. The rest of the floor immediately surrounding her was as bare as she was. "I- I don't know," Misty said. "They just disappeared." Misty's face turned bright red. She could feel her heart pounding inside her head. "I don't have time for this," the professor said. "Put them on now or get out of my classroom." Misty frantically searched the floor once again but found nothing. Misty tried to utter the words "I better leave" but mumbled them so softly no one heard her. As much as she didn't want to rise from her seat, she couldn't bear to remain where she was a second longer. Misty grabbed her book bag, quickly stuffed her notes inside it, and hurried out of the classroom. Several of the boys admired her round, firm ass as she quickly exited. "This is disgusting behavior, young lady!" the professor shouted. "I will report you to the Dean!" Misty shut the door behind her, breathing rapidly. This was the single most embarrassing thing to ever happen to her, and she had no idea how it happened. Misty's hopes that the hallway would be empty were crushed when she spied a small group of boys gathered near the stairway at the opposite side of the building. They immediately spotted her. "Whoo! Nice outfit, honey!" One of the boys shouted. Mortified, Misty ran for the nearest stairway. Her classroom was on the third floor of Basil Hall, leaving her no choice but to scurry down the stairway and pray that no one else would see her. Misty was relieved to find the stairway was empty. She hurried down the steps, with her large breasts bouncing with each step she took. "This is like a bad dream," Misty said to herself. Indeed, Misty had dreamt of being nude in public many times in her life. But this was different. It was vivid. It was real. Misty pinched herself on her arm, and once she felt the surge of pain, there was no more doubt in her mind that what she was experiencing was actually happening. What she couldn't fathom, was how something like this could happen. The truth was, that the person responsible for the disappearance of Misty's clothes was a boy named Max Paulson. He was seated at the desk one row over and one row behind Misty's, and had been staring at her for most of the lecture. How he accomplished making Misty's clothes disappear was something even Max did not fully understand. It was a sort of gift he'd had his entire life. He first discovered it when he was a young boy. His mother baked a batch of chocolate chip cookies, Max's favorite. She'd made a batch of twenty-four, to bring to her coworkers for a function the following day, and to Max's extreme disappointment, his mother expressly told him he was forbidden from eating a single one. When the cookies cooled she packed them into a Tupperware container and placed them high atop the refrigerator, where Max couldn't reach them. Young Max simply sat at the base of the refrigerator and stared at the forbidden cookies, thinking of nothing but how much he wanted one, just one, and how happy that would make him. To Mrs. Paulson's surprise, she entered the kitchen to find Max sitting on the floor with the Tupperware container in his lap, and a half eaten cookie in his hand and the other half smeared across his face. "Max, how did you get those cookies?" she said, angrily. Max shrugged. Mrs. Paulson snatched the container from her son and placed it onto the top shelf of the cupboard, looking around fruitlessly trying to figure out how her son had managed to get them down in the first place. When Max stared at the cookies in the cupboard he tried to repeat his telepathic summoning, but to no success. He realized that after eating one of the cookies, the cookies no longer seemed forbidden to him, and he no longer had any hold over them. In any case, the fact that he was able to eat one of the cookies let him feeling satisfied; not just of hunger, but that he was able to overcome the obstacle he faced. Max felt he had some control in his life. He liked that. Max found many times throughout his childhood and teen years that often, when he wanted something, when he truly craved it, he tended to get it. He prayed one night to pass an exam that he barely studied for, and oddly enough, when he took the test, the correct answers seemed to come to him. He had a hard time explaining to his parents how a Ferrari appeared in the Paulson family driveway, the same car that Max had been admiring in a catalogue the entire afternoon, and it appeared the same day it was reported missing from a dealership 1,200 miles away. The car had to be returned but not after Max had taken it for an afternoon spin. So Max wasn't entirely surprised by what happened to Misty Lublin at seventeen minutes past ten. The professor had been droning on and one, and Max was bored out of his mind. The only thing that had Max remotely interested was the girl one seat in front and one row over whose name he was pretty sure started with an M. She was wearing sexy tight jeans and a pretty pink top, and Max could not stop himself from staring at her. Her tits looked big, maybe it was just her bra, but Misty had the best looking breasts in the entire class. Max watched her every move as she took her notes on the lecture, admiring her luscious body. He could see the small of her back, in the empty space between her top and her jeans. It was a beautiful bit of skin that Misty had exposed, and he wanted to see more. Max wanted to see Misty naked. There were a lot of pretty girls in the class, but Misty was straight in his sights, and Max had nothing to look at but her or the lecture about flexible dividends and he made his choice. He'd been staring at Misty's beautiful body for 47 minutes before he realized he wanted nothing more than to see her with her clothes off, and that's when it happened. Max was the first one to notice. He actually felt a panic not unlike the one Misty felt. When he saw what happened to Misty he knew it was his fault. As much as he wanted to see Misty in the buff, he knew that by leaving her nude in the middle of class he had crossed a line. While the rest of the class burst into uproar over what had happened, Max remained quiet. He didn't want to draw any attention to himself. While he knew where Misty would be able to find her clothes, he declined to tell her lest he reveal his guilt. It was far from the most honorable thing he'd ever done, but Max decided to let Misty resolve her situation on her own. Misty was indeed in dire need of help. She removed her cell phone from her purse and briefly considered calling her mom. Although she trusted her mom more than anyone else, Misty was too embarrassed to bring her into this. She instead called her best friend Kimberly Foxton. Given Kim's love of late night partying and drinking, Misty felt she would be the most sympathetic to Misty's predicament. Misty only hoped Kim would not tease her too much, being that Misty had always been the "good girl" in their group of friends. The previous summer, Kim, Misty, and their friend Lindsay stayed at Lindsay's parents' cabin at a lake up north. One afternoon, they had gone swimming on the lakeside, when a young man with a camera came by and asked the girls if he could photograph them. The man seemed friendly and the girls were in a lighthearted mood and so they agreed. The man took several snapshots of the three of them. They were all wearing bikinis, and did many seductive poses for the man's camera. They'd been having a lot of fun posing, so the man suggested the girls take their tops off. Misty and Lindsay shared embarrassed glances, but to their surprise Kim reached behind her back and untied her bikini top. She tossed it aside and flaunted her breasts at the man, who proceeded to snap several shots of them. Misty and Lindsay stood aside shyly as Kim flaunted her figure for the camera.. He photographed Kim sucking her finger, crossing her arms across her stomach so her breasts were squeezed together, and he shot a pose of her placing her palms on her butt with her face looking to the sky with her eyes closed. Kim's poses were so sexy, it should not have come to a surprise to anyone that Lindsay had now stepped forward from the sidelines eager to let the photographer have a little peek at her goodies as well. Once Lindsay's top was off, the man proceeded to snap several shots of both girls. He took one shot of Lindsay sticking her butt at the camera as Kim grabbed it seductively. He took another of Kim and Lindsay standing face to face, with their nipples touching. Things began to heat up even more when he took a shot of Kim slipping her tongue into Lindsay's mouth as Lindsay slid her hand in Kim's bikini bottoms. At this point, the photographer noticed Misty standing alone, and the fact that Misty, despite being the shy girl, had the largest breasts out of the three girls had not escaped him. He encouraged Misty to take off her top, but Misty coyly declined. "Come on Misty, it'll be fun," Kim said. "Yeah, Misty, do it, please," Lindsay said. Misty shook her head. "No really, this just isn't for me," Misty said. The girls looked very disappointed, and the photographer even more so as he eyed the generous cleavage above Misty's bikini top. "Well, you girls going to be around much this summer?" the man asked. The girls replied that they were only there for the weekend and the man nodded. He had the girls sign some release papers, though none of the girls had ever expected anything to become of the photos that had been taken. Unfortunately, the photos haunted Kim a few months later, when she applied for an assistant teaching position at a local middle school. On her first day, one of the students at the school had revealed that he had seen nude photos of Miss Foxton on the internet and before the end of the day those photographs were on the computer screen of the school principal. Kim was dismissed that very day. Misty hoped that after that experience, Kim might understand Misty's need to resolve her current situation as quickly as possible. But then again, Kim had also contacted the owner of the website that hosted her infamous photos and requested not that they be removed but if she could have copies so she could submit them to various adult-modeling agencies. Kimberly Foxton was a girl of many ambitions. Kimberly Foxton was also a girl of many hangovers and consequently did not answer the phone when Misty called. "Damn it, Kim, answer the phone I need you help right now!" Misty screamed into Kim's voicemail, and unfortunately caught the attention of some nearby students who were now entering the stairwell. Misty hurried down the stairway to the ground level before the newly entering students could see her. She set foot on the bottom floor and took cover behind two vending machines as she waited for some nearby students to leave. Her heart was pounding a mile a minute; she felt like a prisoner and a fugitive at the same time. "What is this, some sort of sorority stunt?" The voice seemed to come out of nowhere, and Misty spun around so fast she almost had a heart attack. An older man, who Misty recognized as a professor, sat on a bench across from the vending machines. He looked up from his laptop at the naked young coed standing in front of him. Releasing how exposed she was, Misty's face turned beet red. "Can you help me out, please?" Misty said. "I don't have any clothes. I need to get out of here." The man gave out a chuckle. "Well, this is probably the most unusual situation I've seen, but I think I can help," the man said. "My name's Donald Kendall." "Misty Lublin." Misty decided not to shake hands in this instance. Donald smiled. "Well, Misty, why don't you take this for now?" Donald said, offering his jacket. "I can give you a ride back to my place and give you some of my wife's clothes." Misty thankfully accepted the jacket, and buttoned it snugly. It still left her legs bare, but it was a spectacular improvement over her previous attire. Donald put away his laptop and led Misty out to the parking lot. A few students loitering around the entrance of Basil Hall snickered at Misty's exposed ass, but Misty was thankful to have the cover she had. Donald unlocked the door to a silver Taurus and opened the passenger door. Misty graciously sat down as Donald shut the door and entered the car from the driver's side. Misty let out a sigh of relief. It seemed the nightmare might finally be over. Donald started the engine and pulled out of the parking spot. "So how did you end up in the lobby of Basil Hall in your birthday suit, if I may ask?" "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Misty replied. "Try me," Donald said. "I'm an open minded kind of guy." Misty thought for a second, trying to decide how to phrase her story. "You know, it's the weirdest thing," Misty said. "I was sitting in class, and they just disappeared. My clothes I mean." Donald shot a glance at Misty. "They just- disappeared?" Donald asked. "Yeah," Misty said. "I was taking notes on my professor's lecture, and I looked down, and they were gone." "They disappeared into thin air?" Donald asked. "I knew you wouldn't believe me," Misty said. "I didn't say I didn't believe you," Donald said. "But that's crazy, isn't it?" Misty asked. Donald drove out of the parking lot and onto the main road. "Tell me this," Donald said. "Is there anyone in your class who might have wanted this to happen to you? Another student perhaps, or your professor?" "What difference does that make?" Misty asked. "Well, it makes sense to surmise that if you were stripped nude in class, it happened because someone wanted it to happen." "But why would that happen?" Misty asked. "How could anyone do that?" "That's a mystery to me. Just tell me this, if anyone wanted it to happen, who would that be?" Misty thought for a moment. "Well, all of the boys that sat near me seemed to like what happened," Misty said. Donald nodded. "Any of them in particular?" Misty shook her head. "I don't see how it matters anyway. How could anyone explain what happened?" "That's a question I doubt can ever be answered," Donald said, as he rested his hand on Misty's leg. "What are you doing?" Misty asked. "Sorry?" Donald asked. Misty shook her leg, trying to move it out from under Donald's hand. "Your hand is on my leg," Misty said. "I'm sorry," Donald said, removing his hand. "Just not every day I have such a pretty girl in my car, that's all." Misty crossed her legs and grabbed her elbows. She began to wonder if she had made the right decision in entering this man's car. Donald kept his hands on the steering wheel, but found it difficult to keep his eyes off Misty. He enjoyed how smooth her thigh felt against his hand. He considered touching her again, but didn't want to risk angering her. Misty looked so vulnerable sitting there in the passenger seat, with his coat wrapped snugly around her torso. The coat only covered her down to her hips, so Donald was able to see the side of her butt from where he was seated and enjoyed the sight of that part of her body as well. "Do you have a boyfriend, Misty?" Donald asked. "No," Misty said. "I'm surprised," Donald said. "You're a very attractive girl." "Thank you," Misty said. Donald pulled into he driveway of his modest, one-story home. The house was completely surrounded by a high brush, which grew over a chain link fence. The house had an attached two-car garage. Donald pulled into the empty spot in the garage; a blue Sedan occupied the other spot. "Here we are," Donald said. "Come on inside, I'll show you around." "Is your wife home?" Misty asked. "It looks like it, her car is here," Donald said. "Hopefully she won't mind me fitting you with some of her garments." Donald and Misty stepped out of the car and made their way inside the house. Donald's home was clean and well organized. Misty admired several paintings that hung on the walls as Donald removed his shoes. "Would you like some coffee?" Donald asked. "No thanks, I'd really just like to get dressed if you don't mind," Misty said. "Of course, I understand," Donald said. "Right this way." Donald led Misty down the hallway towards the master bedroom. The bathroom door was shut and Misty could hear water running. "It sounds like Valerie is in the shower," Donald said. "I'll introduce you two when she's finished." "I hope she doesn't mind me coming here unannounced," Misty said. "She won't, Valerie enjoys the company of young women," Donald said. They entered the master bedroom and Donald proceeded to open his wife's dresser drawers. "I suppose we should start with some undergarments," Donald said, removing a pair of panties and handing them to Misty. Misty stopped. She wasn't sure about accepting another woman's underwear, although she understood that Donald's wife might not be keen to having her wear her clothes without it. Misty took the panties and slid her legs into them. Donald began to sort through his wife's brassieres. "What size bra do you wear, Misty?" "Oh, it's okay, I don't need a bra," Misty said. "I insist," Donald said. "Please, what size?" "38DD," Misty said. "I'm not sure if Valerie has one in that size," Donald said. Misty gave a puzzled look. "What size is she?" Misty asked. "36B," Donald said. "But she has bras of all sizes." Donald rummaged through this wife's dresser, examining the labels on each of her bras. "Oh, does she collect them or something?" Misty asked. "Here's one," Donald said. "Let's see if this one fits. Take off the jacket please." Misty removed the jacket and set it onto the bed. Donald stole a glance at Misty's ample breasts as he held out the bra for her to try on. Misty took the bra and secured it around her breasts. "I don't get it, why does your wife have different sized bras?" Misty asked. "Well, we invite young women over quite often," Donald said. "Valerie enjoys playing games with them. Dress up, role-play, things like that." "Oh," Misty said. "So these clothes-" Misty stopped in mid sentence, because she heard the water shut off in the bathroom. Misty Lublin's Vanishing Clothes "Ooh, sounds like Valerie is done with her shower," Donald said. "I think she'll enjoy meeting you." Misty wasn't sure how much she would enjoy meeting Valerie. Misty had the vague feeling she might be being set up to participate in something out of her control. "Are you two-" Misty trailed off, unsure if this was the proper way to ask this question. "-swingers?" Donald laughed. "Oh, no, definitely not. Valerie and I have always been faithful to one another," he said. "We do participate in some alternate lifestyles. Valerie has a fetish for sexy young women. She likes to watch them dress up in sexy costumes and dominate and humiliate them." Misty's eyes went wide with shock. What kind of house was this? "Maybe I should leave-" Misty said, anxiously. No sooner did the bathroom door open, and Donald's wife Valerie emerged wearing only a towel wrapped around her midsection. She stepped into the bedroom and shot a glance at Misty. "Donald, who is this young lady in our home?" Valerie asked, examining Misty scrupulously. "Oh, this is Misty, I met her on campus today," Donald said. "Has she come to play with us?" Valerie asked. "No, no, I'm just here to borrow clothes," Misty said nervously. Valerie cocked her head. "What do you need with my clothes?" Valerie demanded. "Dear, I found Misty on campus today and she didn't have a stitch of clothing on," Donald said. "I decided to invite her over and see if we couldn't outfit her with something." Valerie looked back at Misty. "You're a very attractive girl," Valerie said. "Thank you," Misty said. "Turn around, please," Valerie said. Misty was not expecting to be addressed with such a domineering tone. She was unable to hide the fact the she was intimidated by this woman. Misty did not want to find out what Valerie might do if she did not obey her, so she did as she was told. Valerie examined Misty's backside, and was pleased by what she saw. "Yes, very nice," Valerie said, examining every detail of Misty's body as if she were an ancient classical art piece. Misty stood still as a statue as she felt Valerie's eyes pass across her still very-exposed body. "What exquisite beauty," Valerie continued. "Long, sexy legs. Such firm thighs. Flawlessly smooth skin." Valerie ran the tip of her middle finger across the small of Misty's back and gave out a sigh. "And such a perfectly round derriere," Valerie added. "Good for a spanking, don't you think, Donald?" Donald nodded in agreement. Misty's heart raced. She had never had a middle aged woman fawn over her body this way. She didn't know whether to feel frightened or complimented. "What a lovely, lovely girl," Valerie said. Misty turned around to face Valerie again. "Mrs. Kendall-" "Please. Call me Valerie." "Um, Valerie, I'm really only here to borrow some clothes and if you need I can return them washed for you," Misty said. "I'm sorry, but I don't lend out my clothes," Valerie said. Misty stopped. She thought Valerie might be joking, but Valerie's face did not make an expression. "Well, it's just I don't have anything at all to wear-" "I'm so sorry," Valerie said. "I realize this is inconvenient for you, but I really must insist you take off those clothes." Misty took a step back, and Valerie did not take her eyes away from her. "I- I don't have anything to change into," Misty said. Valerie's expression became stern. "Young lady I did not ask if you had a change of clothes available," Valerie said. "You are in my home wearing my clothes and I would like you to return them to me." Valerie did not appear angry, however, she spoke with a strong authoritative tone. Misty nodded in nervous understanding, and apprehensively unfastened the bra and handed it to Valerie. Valerie extended her hand and grabbed the bra from Misty's grasp, but still kept her gaze locked on the very tense and fearful Misty. With her hands shaking, Misty pulled down the panties, and bent over to pick them up. She handed the panties to Valerie as well. "Thank you for your cooperation, young lady," Valerie said. "It is most appreciated." Misty stood awkwardly, trying to find a way to conceal her immense embarrassment. "Isn't there something you can do to help me?" Misty pleaded. She was too embarrassed to even cover herself; worried that an attempt to conceal her breasts or pubic area might anger Valerie. Misty now felt even more uncomfortable than she did when she first discovered her nakedness in her economics class. "I'm afraid not," Valerie said. "Those clothes are to be worn only by the naughty young ladies who come to our home to please my husband and me. I am curious to know, Misty, have you been naughty?" Misty took a step backwards. If she left the home now, she would be nude in public once again. Maybe, Misty thought, maybe if she cooperated with this woman, she might be willing to help her. "Yes," Misty said. "Yes, I have been." Valerie gave a slight smile. "Well, there is one thing that Donald and I do to help naughty young ladies," Valerie said. "But I'm afraid you won't like it much." "Whatever you see fit, Valerie," Misty said. "It's Mrs. Kendall now, young lady," Valerie said. "Yes, Mrs. Kendall," Misty said, obediently. Valerie smiled. She loved exerting authority over young women. "Now young lady, since you admit to being naughty, I should let you know that my husband and I do not allow naughty girls to leave our home unpunished. Isn't that right Donald?" Donald nodded in agreement. "Naughty girls in this house get their bottoms spanked, so that is what will happen to you," Valerie said. "Now, go wait in the living room so I may get dressed first. Misty nodded. "Yes, ma'am," she muttered, and stepped out of the bedroom. She walked back to the hall. Donald followed and shut the door behind him. "Why is she doing this?" Misty whispered to Donald. "It's what she does," Donald said. "I knew she wouldn't give you any clothes easily if she was home. Just do as she says and I'm sure she'll give you what you need." "I hope so," Misty said. She took a seat on the sofa and waited. She wondered what it would be like, being spanked. She hadn't been spanked in years, since she was a small child. Now as an adult, she wondered if the experience would be different. Would it still hurt? Would it make her cry? Might she enjoy it? So many thoughts raced through her head as she patiently waited for the inevitable. What was taking Mrs. Kendall so long? Misty prayed for this to be over quickly and hopefully she would be able to get on her way, preferably without her being naked. Donald took a seat beside her. He seemed accustomed to waiting a long time for his wife to get ready After what seemed like an eternity, Misty suddenly felt her heart skip a beat as she heard the bedroom door open. Valerie walked confidently down the hallway, dressed in a pair of black slacks and a gray three-button blouse. "It's time," Valerie said. Misty's face flushed red. "What do I do?" Misty asked. "My husband is going to spank you," Valerie said. "I will observe. Now bend over his knee." Misty nodded. She rose from the sofa and leaned over Donald's lap. Donald grabbed Misty's right arm with his left hand and braced it against her back. He wrapped his right leg around Misty's legs, and used his right hand to hold Misty's belly against his left knee. Misty was now completely immobilized. Valerie took a seat opposite the sofa and crossed her legs. This was her favorite part of a discipline session with a submissive girl She enjoyed watching the girl come to realize how powerless she was as she prepared herself for the punishment that was to come. "I think we're all ready," Valerie said. "Donald, are you comfortable with your hold on her?" "Yes I am, darling," Donald said. "As for you, young lady, are you ready for your punishment to begin?" Valerie asked. Misty shut her eyes. She prayed for this experience to end, but found no improvement to her situation. It was time for her to simply give in. "Yes," Misty said. "I'm ready." Valerie nodded in approval. "Good," Valerie said. Since we're all in agreement, let's get started. Donald, you may proceed." Donald raised his right palm in the air, and smacked it hard against Misty's bottom. "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeek!!!" Misty shrieked. Donald's palm stung like a hornet. She tried to jerk away from Donald's grip, but he held her firmly in place. Donald raised his palm again, and smacked her bottom a second time. Misty shrieked again just as loud. Donald had a very forceful swing, as he had many years of practice disciplining young women at his wife's request. Donald spanked Misty a third and fourth time, each time Misty jerked to her right and left. Donald alternated between her right and left cheeks, but on the fifth smack he spanked her left cheek twice in a row. Misty's inability to anticipate where the next spanking would land made the experience all the more uncomfortable. Valerie simply smiled as she watched Misty attempt to wriggle out of Donald's lap, but she soon found resistance was nearly impossible. She kicked her legs up and down but Donald had them securely braced with his leg. "Hold still," Donald said, grabbing her thigh gently until she slowed her kicking. "Don't fight it. Don't fight it." As Misty began to relax Donald smacked her again in the center of her bottom before alternating between her cheeks once again. Misty shut her eyes. She felt degraded, humiliated, and objectified, and not to mention her bottom was becoming increasingly red. "Very good," Valerie said. "Just give in to it. Surrender to the pain." Misty listened to Valerie's words, which were oddly soothing. She took a breath and did exactly that. It didn't make the pain go away, but it became something she could handle, and something she could accept and no longer feel the need to fight. Misty remained still as the spanking continued. She let her bottom absorb the pain as she lay motionless; resigned to her fate. "That's enough, Dear," Valerie said, and at long last Misty's spanking came to an end. Donald gave Misty's very sore bottom a hard final smack and finally released her. Misty pulled herself to her feet and rubbed her stinging behind. Being spanked hurt far more than she had anticipated, and now she was grateful than ever that it was over. Valerie nodded at Misty in approval. "You did well," Valerie said, though Misty wasn't sure if she was talking to her or her husband. Misty decided that now that her punishment was over, it was time to take some steps to improve her wardrobe situation. "So," Misty asked hopefully. "May I please borrow some clothes?" Valerie looked at her as though she had been speaking Latin. "I'm sorry, I thought I made myself clear," Valerie said. "I do not lend out my clothes." Misty's face dropped. "But- you said your clothes were for your naughty girls!" Misty said. Valerie gave Misty an annoyed wince. "Yes, for role playing scenarios," Valerie said. "Not for you to take home with you. Now please, our session is over; I'd like you to leave my house." Donald rose to his feet. "I'll show her the door," Donald said. Misty felt her face well up in tears. She could not remember a day in her life that had gone this badly. Donald walked Misty to the front door. "Maybe you could give me a ride somewhere?" Misty asked. "I have a friend on campus that might be able to help me." Donald leaned towards her and whispered for her to get in his car. Misty quickly stepped in to the garage and got in the passenger seat of Donald's Taurus. The seat was soft and comfortable, but still stung a bit when Misty sat down upon it on her red and sore bottom. Donald saw Misty wince as she took her seat and felt a tinge of remorse. Misty waited for Donald to enter the car, but he instead mouthed the words "be right back," and disappeared into the house. Moments later Donald reappeared, carrying a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, socks and a pair of tennis shoes. Misty's eyes went wide with joy at the sight of these wonderful gifts. Donald opened the passenger door and set the clothes in Misty's lap. "I sneaked these out for you," Donald said. "It's very important you bring them back, Valerie will be furious if she finds out." Misty was so overcome with joy she couldn't even find the words to say thank you. Donald nodded and shut the passenger door. He knew he had done the right thing, even if it would cost him the wrath of his wife. Donald circled around the car and opened the driver's side door. "Thank you so much," Misty finally managed to say. "Always happy to help out a young lady," Donald said. He looked over towards Misty, but saw nothing in the passenger seat but the pile of clothes. "Misty?" Donald asked. He looked in the back seat, and the outside of the car, but found nothing. Misty Lublin had vanished into thin air. ***** It was thirty-one minute past eleven in the morning when Misty Lublin appeared out of thin air in Max Paulson's dorm room. Her sudden appearance was as abrupt as the disappearance of her clothes over an hour earlier, and the shock of finding herself lying on top of one of her classmates was just as shocking. Max had his pants around his ankles, and was lying on his back with his fully erect penis in his hand. He had been masturbating for almost ten minutes, with his thoughts on the attractive girl who had suddenly appeared naked in his economics class that morning. And now, after sensually stroking himself and imagining her being on top of him, she suddenly was. "Oh my God," Max gasped as he felt Misty's sizable breasts against his chest. "Where am I?" Misty asked. "How did I get here?" Max stared into Misty's eyes. "I- I wanted you here," Max said. He wasn't sure if Misty would understand, since no one ever seemed to understand his mysterious gift. "Well, I'm here," Misty said, and thought for a moment. "Did you want my clothes to disappear this morning too?" Max paused. He wasn't sure how he should answer this question, but his insatiable arousal at the moment killed his ability to feasibly lie. "Y-yes," Max said. Misty stared down at Max's face. "Looks like you got what you wanted," Misty said with a hint of a smile. Max nodded. "I'm Misty," Misty said. "I'm Max." "Today hasn't been so lucky for me, Max," Misty said, climbing off of Max's bed. Max looked at Misty's bottom and noticed how red her cheeks were. "Some guy offered to get me some replacement clothes and spanked me instead," Misty said. "Sorry," Max said, though this information actually turned him on even more. "Anything I can do?" "Do you have any lotion?" Misty asked, rubbing her sore buttocks. "Yeah, in the bottom desk drawer," Max said. He watched Misty bend over and open the drawer. The drawer was filled mostly with adult magazines. Misty sorted through them, and noticed one of them had Kim on the cover. The magazine was called "Bodies," the cover of which depicted Kim and four other young women walking nude along a beach smiling, with their arms around each other's shoulders. Misty moved the magazine aside and after some searching finally found the bottle of lotion. She squirted the lotion into to her palms and rubbed it soothingly on her buttocks. Max watched her wide eyed and felt his already erect penis stiffen. "Want me to help with you with that?" Max asked. "Sure, thanks," Misty said. She lay across Max's bed and rested the side of her face on Max's pillow. Max placed his hands onto Misty's butt cheeks and softly caressed them. He enjoyed how round and firm they were. He would have loved to have seen her being spanked. Misty sighed as Max massaged her buttocks. He had a very sensual touch that helped sooth the stinging. "Ooh Max, that feels wonderful," Misty said. "Thank you." "You're welcome," Max said. Misty giggled. "Are you a virgin, Max?" Misty asked. Max blushed. "Yes," he said. Misty giggled again. "Ok, lie down on your back," Misty said. Max felt his heart skip. He took his hands from Misty's beautiful bottom and lay down on the bed. Misty turned to her side and wrapped her arm around Max's pelvis. "Close your eyes," Misty said, flirtatiously. Max did as she asked. Misty wrapped her fingers around Max's penis and took it into her mouth. Max sighed with pleasure as Misty sensually rubbed her lips up and down the shaft of his cock. He felt her tickle the head of his penis with her tongue, before slowly licking the sides like an ice cream cone. "Oh yeah, oh baby," Max moaned. Misty's lips and tongue felt like heaven against his hard, swollen cock. Misty sucked it faster and harder, and Max felt like his penis might explode. Misty took his penis from her mouth and stared up at Max. He stared back at her in amazement. "Ready to stick it in my pussy?" Misty asked. Max nodded. Misty seductively crawled forward, letting her naked flesh rub against Max's body until she was face to face with him. She smiled sweetly and kissed him firmly on the lips. "Give it to me, big boy," Misty said. She wrapped her thighs around Max's pelvis. His hard dick was dripping with pre-cum at the tip, which he used to rub against Misty's pussy lips. "Ooh, that's nice," Misty said. She began to bounce her behind up and down so that the head of Max's penis slipped past Misty's vaginal lips. Max began to thrust his pelvis as well, and his penis was slipping further and further in. "Come on, don't be shy," Misty said, panting. "Stick it all the way in." Max grabbed Misty's hips and pulled her towards him, and together, the two of them lowered her pelvis and his penis slipped all the way inside her vagina. "Oooooohhhhhhh," they said in unison. Max and Misty wiggled their bodies against one another, and his cock got harder and her pussy got wetter. "Oh yeah baby, that's it! That's it!" Misty moaned. Max's cock was rubbing up against her g-spot and driving her insane with pleasure. Max squeezed Misty's breasts as he thrusted himself into her back and forth repeatedly. "Give it to me! Give it to me! Oh yeah, harder!" Misty shouted. Max grabbed the sides of Misty's stomach and watched her large breasts bounce up and down as she thrusted herself upon him. She was such a perfect woman, and he was fucking her. He was fucking her good. "Almost! Almost there! Oh yes! There it is!" Misty screamed. Misty and Max rubbed faster, and he could feel the excitement in her growing. "I want you so bad," Max said. "I want to grab you and fuck you and screw you so hard!" "Do it Baby! Fuck me! Grab me! Screw me, I love it!" Misty shouted. She was bouncing faster and faster, rubbing her tight, wet pussy around his dick rapidly. She loved the way it kept rubbing against her g-spot. Her nipples stiffened up like hot bacon as her tits bounced and shook back and forth with her movements. "You want me! You want me! Say that you want me!" Misty shouted. "I want you baby I want you so bad!" Max shouted. "Get on me and get that pussy nice and fucked!" "It's getting fucked! It's getting fucked good baby I need it I need that hard dick of yours in me! Hit it hard, baby!" Misty shouted. "Here you go baby, jump on this, it's yours," Max said. "OH GOD I CAN FEEL IT! HERE IT IS!!!!!" The excitement swelled up inside Misty's vagina and exploded. Pleasure shot up through the center of her body and her entire being shattered into an explosive orgasm. "OOOOOOHHHHHHH GGGGGGODDDDDDDDD!" Misty's body trembled and quivered, as all of the tension in her body was simultaneously released. The writhing of her nubile young body aroused Max so much he could not contain himself either, and shot his load up into her cunt. Misty Lublin's Vanishing Clothes "Ohh, yeah right there," Max whispered, feeling himself release into Misty's vagina. Misty reveled in her moment of ecstasy and collapsed face first onto Max. "You did it baby," Misty murmured, and stared longingly into Max's eyes. "Wow," Max whispered. Even he was impressed by his accomplishment of banging this babe; a feat a few hours earlier he thought was beyond his reach. Misty lay still for several minutes and waited for her pulse to slow. Max let out a deep breath as his penis gradually collapsed, and he let it linger inside her until all of his semen had emptied into Misty's vagina. "That felt good," Misty said. "Yeah," Max said. Misty climbed off of Max and set her feet upon the floor. She felt a wave of calmness over her, as though she had finally managed to find a way to leave her troubles behind her. She noticed her clothes, the ones that had vanished that morning, all lying in a heap on the floor. "What are my clothes doing on your floor?" Misty asked. Max shrugged. "I found them there when I came in," Max said. "Thought I'd never see these again," Misty said, and sorted through her garments. She looked inside her jeans and found her panties perfectly in place. She checked inside her blouse and found her bra, still fastened. She picked up the clothes and began to get dressed. Max pulled his pants up as well and secured his belt. "Well, uh, thanks for dropping in," Max said. Misty smiled. "Sure, thanks for the invite," Misty said with a laugh. She pulled her jeans up over her hips and buttoned them closed. She checked around for her book bag but did not see it anywhere. She guessed it was somewhere back at the Kendalls' house. As Misty headed out the door, she turned back towards Max. Max took one last look at the astonishingly beautiful girl he had just fucked. "I'll see you in class Thursday," Misty said, and disappeared out the doorway.