Bodysitter

Our neighbors had gone on vacation, leaving their daughter, Ellie, to house-sit. I couldn’t resist the temptation to possess her. As she lounged in the living room, I aimed my possession ray at her through the window and zapped myself into her mind.
Instantly, I was in her body, looking down at the magazine from behind her eyes. Still leaning on one elbow, I turned and admired myself, running one hand down my leg before hiking up the pink dress and stroking my new ass. I loved the curve of her thighs, the soft warmth of her skin, the weight of her breasts.
I squeezed her peach of an ass, sighing softly as I manipulated her body, feeling her up with her own hands.
My fingers roamed up and down my legs, around the curve of my ass before whispering across my thighs. There was a sharp spike of arousal, familiar but different in this body, like a tension was building within me but also a strange kind of loosening as I grew wet. I slid beneath my panties and found my dew, dragging it up and down my entrance as I explored myself.
I lay back on the couch, the magazine forgotten as my fingers trailed up and down my pussy. My whole body sparked with electricity and soon I dipped a finger inside myself, shivering as I penetrated my wet warm cunt for the first time.
It was just as hot watching Ellie finger herself as it was experiencing the physical pleasure racing through my body. I cried out in her soft voice, closing my eyes as I came for the first time, my body roiling with relief as I fingered myself.
I spent each night in her body, bodysitting her as she house-sat, thoroughly enjoying her pleasure.

Chapter 7 of a serial about a misogynist transformed into his dream woman by a curse. His only way back is to take on 200 men in a year. Available on Body Swap Stories, Smashwords or Amazon.