Horny Poltergeist

For so long now you had been drifting beyond this mortal coil that you had all but forgotten who you were. Little more than a listless sprite, you spent your days drifting in and out of aimless distractions. You had settled your primary haunt in this old estate, you could not remember why. The only thing that now seemed to give you any life or purpose was the odd interaction with the living who sometimes passed through the old manor. A mischievous and randy poltergeist, you only really felt a stir of consciousness when indulging in amorous activities... and the newest occupant of your haunting grounds gave you ample opportunity to do so.

Nicole was her name. A woman somewhere in her early thirties, she appeared to do some sort of work in finance which allowed her to conduct most of her business from the home office she had set up in a spare room of the house. You surmised that the only possible reason she could still be single was because of her focus on work. A woman with her looks, chestnut hair, long toned legs, and a buxom figure, would have no problem finding a partner. You supposed you would just have to help her remain satisfied in the meantime.

Nicole's arrival at the house had awoken you from a long slumber. The last time you had even been half conscious was when a few horny college students had broken in to spend the night. It had only taken a couple of subtle touches and deft moves from you to get them all hot and bothered enough to part off into gasping, moaning couples. Most had barely noticed when you began to subtly join in on the action. The one woman who did was coming too hard from your touch to care.

You began to influence Nicole in similar ways from the moment you became aware of her. The woman's presence in the house awoke you from the fugue state you existed in while in the absence of something to engage with, and you first saw her staring out at the living room trying to determine if she had arranged the furniture correctly after finishing her move in. You had been so long removed from any physical interaction with the material world that your strength and energy was low. You eyed her body, dressed in short, tight athletic bottoms and a loose t-shirt tied in a knot beneath her firm tits. Summoning what little phantasmal energy you had, you reached out to her. The result was little more than an ethereal invisible hand that momentarily formed behind her. Slowly, you reached down and slid it down the curve of her ass, feeling the firm shape of her rear beneath your touch.

Nicole let out a small gasp at the sensation, and she quickly glanced behind her. Of course, there was no trace of you, and she looked around with a confused look in her eyes as she curiously placed a hand on her backside, trying to determine where the feeling of the ghostly hand had come from. This little spark of sensuality would strengthen you, but for the moment you had expended what little energy you had. You faded back off into listlessness to regather your strength, leaving the woman alone in her new home.