Paranormal Plaything

Caitlyn is a 28 year old real estate agent. She is attractive, athletic yet curvy woman with gorgeous dirty blonde hair and dark eyebrows. She is very intelligent and typically quiet. Today Caitlyn is getting a very large manor ready for viewing. She is wearing a slim fit button down shirt, slim fit business jacket, VERY tight high waisted charcoal grey slacks with a black belt, and high heels. Underneath this business casual exterior is a very sexually confident yet modest woman. Little does she know a lonely spirit from a bygone age awaits in the manor….

Caitlyn is working late this evening. She has a very important showing for a very old and large manor from the 1800’s. After spending the afternoon preparing the property Caitlyn makes one more round of the home before she leaves for the night. It is 7pm and the showing is the following afternoon at 2pm.

“I am so exhausted.” Caitlyn thought to herself. “I wish I never took on this property. Looks like I bit off more than I can chew!”

It’s been a very long and stressful week for her and she still has an hour and a half long drive home. To make matters worse she keeps getting lost in this labyrinth of a house. It is almost as if she is in a portal sending her back into the same hallway, keeping her from leaving.

“Goddamn it!” She exclaimed. “Am I going crazy!? Maybe I just need to rest..”

She figured it wouldn’t be safe to drive home so tired and this house was fully furnished, including bedroom sets. Nobody would ever find out if she just took a short nap before driving home or even just spent the night here. This house was in the countryside so far away from everything and the entire property was surrounded by a brick wall and iron gate in the hills. She did not need to be in the office the next morning and this was the only house to show the next day as she would be going on vacation with her other single friends soon.

She entered a large bedroom that was decorated in primarily red colors. There was a large king size bed with a four post frame fully made with night stands on either side. There was a huge bathroom but no towels or anything. Directly across from the bed is a large wardrobe with a mirror on it. Caitlyn walked over to the mirror and looked at herself for a moment.

“Oh god my ass is starting to get big…” she said to herself somewhat disappointed as she saw herself in the mirror was visible panty lines. She had not been in a relationship in awhile due to her career and a her last relationship was quite unhappy. Just a few year before she was very athletic. Caitlyn had been a dancer and competed in track in high school and remained so through college. While still quite sexy and voluptuous, she is starting to become self conscious about getting older and becoming slightly more curvy.

“Fuck it.” She thought, as she was too tired to care. She took off her jacket and kicked off her heels. She laid her jacket on the nightstand and left her heels next to the bed. “My god that feels so nice!” She said as she wiggled her toes. She untucked her button down shirt which was so tight it didn’t matter anyway. The shirt pretty much stopped right at her waist. She turned off the lights and looked out the bedroom window and the beautiful countryside lit up by moonlight. She laid down in the bed, sinking into the mattress due to how soft it was. Caitlyn instantly fell into a deep sleep.

Hours pass. Around 2:30 am Caitlyn was STILL asleep in the bed. The moonlight was the only light in the room as she slept in this peaceful countryside home she really wasn’t supposed to stay the night in. Suddenly, a light appears from the wardrobe doors. A light mist seeps through the cracks of the doors before they open. A beautiful spirit emerges from the wardrobe and floats across the room towards the bed. This is the ghost of a young woman about Caitlyn’s age who died almost two centuries ago. She is wearing a white transparent gown and long blonde hair. This ghost has been lonely for so long and harbors so much sexual desire. She has taken a liking to Caitlyn having watched her all day. The ghost floats right to Caitlyn and watches her sleep for a moment. Admiring her voluptuous body the spirit caress her and floats face to face with her.

Caitlyn wakes up as she feels the chill from the spirits presence. She is shocked and jolted awake once she comes to. The ghostly figure hovers just inches above Caitlyn, her translucent body shimmering like mist in the moonlight. The air grew icy as the ghosts pale fingers trailed down the woman’s collarbone and up her cheek.

Caitlyn cannot believe what she sees. “Holy shit! I must be dreaming!” She thought. She wouldn’t admit it but she was scared. She was also captivated by the spirits beauty. In fact, although she never considered herself a lesbian, Caitlyn quickly felt turned on by this experience despite her fear. This ghost’s beauty was so powerful that Caitlyn was intimidated; like a school girl talking to her crush for the first time! She could not move but she had moved up with her shoulders on the pillow.

The ghost woman smiled at her and let out a playful giggle. “Don’t be afraid sweetie.” Said the ghost “I won’t hurt you! I’ve been so lonely here for so many years. I’ve been waiting for someone to come here. I can tell you’re a such a sweet girl.” Said the ghost as she continued to caress Caitlyn.

The spirit leaned closer and kissed Caitlyn passionately on the lips for a moment. In a mix of complete shock and arousal Caitlyn let this happen. She felt shivers down her body and the ghost floated down her body, passing down her torso leaving goosebumps in her wake. She placed her hands on Caitlyn’s hips and caressed her thighs briefly before floating back up still a few inches away. She gazed at Caitlyn’s waist, as she had never seen a woman dress like this in her lifetime. The ghost looks back up at Caitlyn once more. Then, with a whisper of laughter, the ghost dissipates into nothingness as though she completely disappeared.

Caitlyn look around the room confused unsure what to think. But then she feels something around her waist…a cool wave of lavender and damp earth wraps around her waist as she sees her belt begin to unbuckle itself. Caitlyn instantly blushes as her leather belt slowly wiggles itself apart, the buckle clicking open and making a clanking sound as it lifts itself up. Simultaneously, the bottom button of her shirt pops open, revealing her belly button. Both sides of the belt curl back like tentacles and part to the sides of her hips as the button of her pants pops open, the zipper quickly unzips making a loud “ZZZZIIIPP” sound. Her pants then open wide to reveal her underwear. They are tanga panties with a silky texture and are white with a thin pink waistband and a little bow on the front. Caitlyn turns an intense red as she hears the faint chuckle from the spirit. A chill floats through the thin fabric of her panties where the spirits fingers were moments before. Her pants then begin to slowly slide off as the ghost playfully whispers “these are mine now.” Inch by inch her pants work their way down as though they were alive. Caitlyn can only blush and present a crooked flustered smile from embarrassment as the thin fabric of the slacks brush against her thighs, then past her knees, past her calves and finally pool around her ankles. She tries in vein to stop her pants from coming off with her feet but to no avail. The ghost tosses her pants aside, the belt buckle clattering as her pants hit the floor. Next the buttons on her shirt pop open one at a time starting from where it left off, eventually revealing her D cup breasts in a white bra with lacy accents. As her shirt rest open at her sides, Caitlyn can feel the ghost kissing her midriff. The then uses her tongue to make circles and play with her bellybutton. The ghosts faint voice whispers “you don’t need this.” Caitlyn feels like she is no longer in control of her body as her shirt travels up her arms and lifts off, making her breasts jiggle inside her bra in the process. The shirt then goes flying across the room. Caitlyn’s nipples harden inside her bra as the damp misty aurora and cold touch of the ghost continues to surround her body. She lays her hands flat by her sides again unable to move.

Caitlyn shivered as the cool night air traced around the bare skin of her legs sighing as unseen fingers curl around the delicate lace of her panties. The ghostly presence teased tugging them down just an inch-enough to make her hips instinctively lift off the mattress as fabric snapped back with a whisper of laughter. She was starting to enjoy this with acceptance. A sigh-soft as a sea mist-brushed against her ear followed by the faintest pressure of lips against her throat. Caitlyn arched, pulse fluttering, as the weight of her bra straps loosened sliding down her shoulders with agonizing slowness. Rather than unhook Caitlyn’s bra, the ghost decides to simply make the bra go away…using paranormal abilities, she makes Caitlyn’s bra disappear. Caitlyn’s breast again jiggle as the bra vanishes into another world. The presence utters a gentle sigh of arousal and Caitlyn moans as the presence begins to suck her nipples and fondle her breasts.

After some time the ghost works her way down and starts kissing Caitlyn’s womanhood through her panties. Caitlyn instinctively thrusts her hips up & down and side to side. The ghost can feel Caitlyn’s panties getting moist. “Oh my someone’s naughty!” The ghost giggles. “Now now we can have you squirt in your undies sweetie. Something must be done. Bad girls don’t deserve undies.”

Caitlyn knows what’s next. “Oh god please-not my underwear.” She thought.

The lace of her panties twitched, then slid downward in slow, teasing increments, the fabric catching on the curve of her hips before surrendering to the ghosts playful persistence. Caitlyn bit her lip as the cool air kissed her newly exposed, cleanly shaved pussy. She shuddered as the waistband of her panties finally glided down her thighs and the to her feet. The ghost work them off her feet, and then let the fabric flutter to the floor like a fallen pedal. Caitlyn shivered and the ghost’s touch returned, this time tracing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, getting closer and closer to the heat between her legs.

The ghosts touch grew bolder as unseen fingertips glided along the delicate crease where her thigh met her hip. The air thickened with the scent of roses and salt as the presence pressed closer, its coolness contrasting deliciously with the heat pooling around Caitlyn’s womanhood. A sudden, insistent pressure nudged Caitlyn’s legs apart-not forceful, but undeniable-she whimpered as the first teasing stroke trace her pussy lips. Caitlyn gasped as the cold yet impossibly slick tongue of the ghost pressed against her exposed folds, flicking once, twice, teasing the swollen bundle of nerves of her mound as though it were flower pedals, before plunging deep without warning. Caitlyn’s back arched off the bed as her hands gripped the sheets as a shocked cry tore from her throat. The spirits mouth sealed over her pussy, sucking hungrily as that wicked tongue curled inside her thrusting in a rhythm that match the pulse between her legs. The ghosts laughter vibrated against her skin. The scent of lavender grew stronger as the unbearable contrast of icy lips and molten heat coiled tighter in her core.

The ghostly tongue slithered out as she alternated rhythms, licking at her folds with an otherworldly touch. Caitlyn gasped as the cool tongue delved deeper, probing her wetness with unnatural precision. She tried to pull away, but the ghost held her fast, its icy fingers digging into her hips.

Caitlyn’s thighs trembled as the ghosts tongue swirled slow maddening circles-each icy stroke sending jolts of pleasure up her spine. The air hummed with spectral energy, her skin prickling where unseen hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as the spirit drank her with supernatural hunger. A particularly deep thrust made her cry out loudly, fingers clawing at the sheets as the ghosts lips sealed tighter sucking with impossible just as a cold finger pressed into her tight back entrance, circling with teasing promise.

Caitlyn’s body trembled in fear and anticipation, her muscular tense as the ghost continued its exploration. The whimpering and moaning continued to intensify until suddenly without warning, Caitlyn orgasms and her pussy squirts long and hard, the hardest she has ever come in her life, causing to go cross eyed. A hot jet of discharge hits the ghost in the face, causing the ghost to squeal in surprise and pleasure. She became translucent again and shimmered from surprise. As the ghost sucks Caitlyn’s pussy and rubs her clit for another round, Caitlyn, still cross eyed from pleasure, has a goofy, dumb looking smile on her face as she gives out and lets the spirit finish her off. Once the spirit is done playing with her, she takes translucent for again and kisses Caitlyn goodnight. Caitlyn is covered in slimy ectoplasm from the paranormal activities she participated in.

“Night night princess. Such a sweet girl…”the spirit said. “Oh my what a load of ectoplasm! And you completely soaked the bed because you could control your little pussy.” She teased. “Looks like you’re gonna have to clean this mess up!” She giggled.

Caitlyn woke up later that morning. She was dazed and confused. “Holy fuck what a weird wet dream!” She said. Then it suddenly hit her. It was NOT a dream. She was completely naked and still had residual ectoplasm on her tits. The bed still wet from sweat and juices. The presence and the rest of her clothes were not gone. The only thing the ghost didn’t keep was Caitlyn’s panties.

“This isn’t fair!!!!” Caitlyn cried. It was 7am and she had to find clothes, come back and clean this room before the showing. She could not call anyone since she was not supposed to be there.

She got up from the bed and found the only wash rag in the bathroom and cleaned herself up. Caitlyn put her panties back on, the only article of clothing she had left, and gingerly strutted through this haunted house. Her ass jiggled in her underwear as she quickly cautiously walked through this house.

“Fuck!” She exclaimed to herself. “I cannot believe I got fucked by a ghost last night and I’m somewhere I’m not supposed to be in my underwear!”

She was already mortified by the thought of driving home like this or being caught by someone. As she walked down the hallway she found the staircase and made her way downstairs.

“Yes!” She Exclaimed. “There’s the door I couldn’t find last night. Now all I have to do is make to the car and get home.” She quietly walked out the door and closed it. With one arm covering her boobs and the other cover the front of her underwear in a classic pose, she tip toed around to the side of the house where she parked her car. But unfortunately the car is now gone too.

“Are you fucking kidding me!!!!!!” She shouted as she made her way to the main road. It’s going to be a long day for her.

The End.