0 comments/ 47047 views/ 1 favorites Specter By: ruralgoddess The old inn was spooky in the darkness. I had gone to the old place for a weekend of skiing and solitude, my yearly "weekend away from it all". I had arrived early enough in the afternoon to get a couple hours of skiing in before soaking in a hot bath and dressing casually for the informal dinner that evening. The first flakes were beginning to fall as I was coming off the slopes, and the snow soon increased to whiteout conditions for miles around. The lights went out a couple of hours after the blizzard had started, right after dinner. By some fluke both the inn's generators had broken down, so there would be no power until after the snow stopped, leaving oil lamps and candles the only light. What had seemed an warm, inviting place that afternoon had now taken on an eerie, spectral feeling. The flickering lights cast strange shadows on the walls and ceilings, mocking me in my uneasiness. The caretaker had built up a nice blaze in the fireplace in my room, which lit everything with a yellow-orange glow. It was only around nine o'clock, and I was not really tired, but I did not want to stay in the dining room with the other guests. Several of them had been complaining about the turn of events, and I did not want to listen to them drone on and on about it. I put the oil lamp on the bedside table and got undressed. I was going to crawl into the big four poster bed and snuggle down under the thick quilt, but instead I felt drawn to the crackling fire. I walked over and sat in down front of the fire, watching it burn. I could feel the heat reaching out, caressing my body with warmth, despite only being clad in my panties and bra. I was sitting with my arms wrapped around my knees, becoming hypnotized by the dancing flames, when I felt the hairs on the back of my neck prickling. I looked around the room quickly, but there was no one there, no one lurking in the corner or hiding under the bed. My imagination was getting the best of me, I decided. It would be better if I went to sleep. Maybe the snow would stop during the night and we could get plowed out first thing in the morning. I crawled under the covers and turned the oil lamp off. With its yellow glow extinguished, I watched the fire from my bed. The hairs on the back of my neck were standing up again, and I could feel goose bumps on my arms. As I sat up and looked around the room once more I thought I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. Not really a something, more like a shadow, but when I turned there was nothing. I settled nervously back onto my pillow and told myself there was no one there, it was only the power outage making my imagination run wild. The fire had made the room warm, and the bed was cozy, so eventually my eyes began to close. I was somewhere in that twilight zone between awake and asleep when I felt something brush my arm. My eyes were open instantly, but I could see nothing there. I knew I had felt fingertips touching my arm, but tried to dismiss it as perhaps I had been dreaming. Almost as soon as I closed my eyes I felt it again, but when I opened them there was still nothing there. I shivered, and pulled the quilt up to my neck. I laid there for a few minutes, but by this time my eyelids were heavy and I began to drift off once again. I felt the sensation of someone touching me again. This time it felt like a hand on my hair, but I did not open my eyes. I wanted to see what else would happen. Maybe I would be able to catch a glimpse of whoever (or whatever) was taunting me if I waited a moment. I tried to breath normally as I felt something pulling at the quilt tucked around my chin. The quilt and then the sheet started to slide down my body. I knew someone was there! I opened my eyes just a sliver. I could not see anything, but the sheet was still sliding down to my toes, so I opened them a bit more. My eyes flew open wide and I caught my breath when I saw the figure beside the bed. It was a man, yet not a man. He stood naked before me, tall and strong muscled, a stunning man, yet he had strange, shadowy quality about him, as though he might fade from existence before my very eyes. What kind of ghostly creature had revealed himself to me, I wondered in shock. I should have screamed, but I could not. I tried to sit up, but he was on the bed in an instant, pushing me back down onto the pillow. His touch was blistering and I began to struggle against him, but his strength was incredible and he held me there almost without effort. He said nothing, but raked his eyes over my scantily clad body, his intentions clear. His eyes burned hot, staring into mine, mesmerizing me. I opened my mouth but could not speak. It was as if his eyes were reaching into me, scorching my soul with his ravishing gaze. His tight grip on my arms loosened and he wrapped his arms around my back and brought me up close to him. He lifted my face and seared my lips with his. I tried to turn my head away and reject his fiery kiss, but he wrapped his hand in my hair and held me tightly against his mouth. His tongue took possession of my mouth, invading, subjugating me. He pushed me back down to cover my body with his and I could feel his weight on me. The hardness of his cock pressed against me. I could see him, feel him, yet I knew he could not be real. The heat from this illusion was real, though, and I could feel it everywhere his skin met mine. His heat was seeping into my veins, seducing my body and clouding my brain. He got up on his knees and fumbled at my lacy bra for a moment, then took it in both hands and tore it off me. My panties suffered the same fate, and I lay there naked under him. When I vainly tried to push him away he pulled my arms down and held them under his knees. He smiled arrogantly as he cupped his hands around my breasts and began to massage my nipples with his thumbs. I wanted to resist this phantasm but my traitorous body responded to him with a will of its own. As my nipples hardened he freed my arms and stretched his body over mine again. He began teasing my breasts with his lips and tongue, sucking and gently biting me until I moaned in spite of myself and arched my back upwards. He looked into my eyes again, and they were no longer like glowing embers but more human, yet still they reached into me, leaving a brand somewhere deep inside. His look was one of passion, of a need to please and be pleased. His lips, still hot, met mine once again in a seductive, tender kiss. My lips clung to his as he pulled back from me. He pushed my legs apart with his own. I could feel the tip of his cock pressing against my labia, opening them to slip against the wetness already leaking from me. He pushed against my ready opening, easing just the head inside me. Again he held my eyes with his as he plunged himself completely inside me. I met his second thrust with one of my own and as he gazed at me I could see his eyes almost imperceptibly changing again. His brown eyes were like that of any man, except that I was completely lost in them as long as our eyes met. As he fucked me with total abandonment, I wrapped my legs around him so my feet rested on his ass, pulling him to me harder with every stroke. Over and over he pounded me until I was gasping and quivering, wanting to cum so badly... As my feet dropped to the bed he lowered himself to me and began grinding himself against me. His cock filled me so completely, the heat of him against me and inside me was more than I could take, and I exploded around him. I clutched him to me, my fingers digging into his back. He let me ride out my orgasm, my inner walls squeezing his cock hard, my cum leaking onto his balls. When my moans subsided, he began fucking me very deliberately, trying to make our pleasure last as long as possible. I moved my body with his, my ass lifting off the bed to meet each downward stroke. There was an expression of pure bliss on his face and his eyes locked on mine as he increased his speed. I could feel his cock swelling inside me as he thrust into me faster and faster. He gave an eerie groan from deep within as his cum boiled out of him, hotter even than the feel of his skin. His body shuddered and shook and he lowered himself to rest on me, his face buried in my neck. After a moment he lifted his head and kissed me one last time, his lips lingering on mine for what seemed like an eternity. Finally he stood up. He leaned over me and brushed his fingers over my face, drawing my eyelids closed as he tenderly trailed his fingertips over the curves in my face and down my neck to my breasts. When I could feel him no more I opened my eyes and he was gone, leaving only a shimmering glow in the air where he had stood. Spectral When Lillian was just a young lass of fourteen years, she was sent to an all-girls' boarding school in a bland, concrete-saturated town far, far away from her home town. There she had met a young girl who knew her way around the school – the hierarchies, halls, and much, much more – who went by the birth name of Kate. Kate also had a brother that attended an all-boys' boarding school across town who went by the name of Charles. As Lillian became better acquainted to the siblings, she soon found herself falling into a crush for Charles – that was, until fate found it best to bring a misery worse than Lillian had ever experienced. Killed by an unknown assailant, Charles died a premature ending caused by a bullet to the head. Hours before his death, he had told Lillian, "The bond between two humans is one of the greatest in the universe. Even in death, love will prevail." At the time, Lillian was only 15, but she knew what death meant... She knew his words, however, would one day come in handy... For three years, Lillian lived in a sorrowful state of mourning and Kate – who had firm beliefs that, in some way, she could bring her brother back – began doing research on the subject of necromancy, her path filled with dead ends and disproved theories. It was, however, on the anniversary of her brother's death that Kate had finally found the only form of simple communication. "A séance?" Lillian asked, looking around the candle-lit room that was her living room. "Yes! A séance!" Kate exclaimed in her usual, over-dramatic way as she exploded into the room with a box of red and white candles. Lillian looked over the box of candles, noticing the red ones. "Hey... Aren't red candles for –?" she started, only to be interrupted by a squeal from Kate. "Yes, LLLLLLOOOOOOVVVVVEEEEE!" Kate practically sang, twirling about, "We can communicate through your crush on him and my sisterly bond!" "Crush?! I never had," Lillian exclaimed, a blush spreading over her face. "Nonsense! I remember that longing look you had in your eyes every time Charlie dared approach ol' St. Claire's!" Kate smiled, setting the box of candles down. "I remember how you'd swoon at the very sight of him – how you'd crave his touch; his attention." "Hey! I'll admit I had a crush, but –," Lillian exclaimed indignantly, but found herself lost for words. Kate smirked. "Just help me set up the circle, okay Juliet?" Kate snickered. Lillian obliged, only wanted to have the chance to finally commute with Charles after such a long time. The candles were placed in a pattern: red, red, white, red, red, white, ect. ... In the very center, Kate placed a branch from a rosemary bush that was planted outside her apartment. "Gods... Goddesses... Hear my plea. Protect us from the demons that may wish malice upon us. Help us find the one we seek," Kate chanted when both she and Lillian had changed into robes of pure white and sat inside the circle. Kate took in a deep inhale of breath, her pert breasts heaving up and down at inhale and exhale. Her usually messy, strawberry blonde hair was now tied back in a neat ponytail. The same had been done to Lillian's jet black hair. Both girls sat in prayerful silence, the golden candlelight glowing radiant against both girls' otherwise ghostly pale skin. The two girls sat there for hours. There was no response from the netherworlds and soon it came that Kate had to leave to get to bed for an early-morning class at 4 A.M. ... It was already 11:30 P.M.! Lillian bided Kate goodbye before preparing herself for bed. Lillian lived alone in a rather roomy apartment that, due to some help her parents always sent regardless of her wishes, was located in the more peaceful part of town. At about 11:45, Lillian was ready for bed, her hair brushed and pulled into a loose bun. She wore a purple, lacy nightgown that was made of a thin, silky material. Though it fit loosely everywhere else, the material was taught around her full chest, revealing her nipples – hard from being exposed to the sudden chill that now filled her apartment. "Odd..." Lillian said. "It wasn't cold earlier..." A yawn overtook her, instantly wiping away doubt with a wave of drowsiness. Lillian slipped into the warmth of her bed, escaping the chill that filled her. She sighed to herself, looking at the wall at the side of her bed. "Why did you have to die?" she muttered, closing her eyes. Lillian was half asleep when she felt something shift in her bed. Something the weight of an average person... Her eyes slowly opened, finding herself awake in a world colder than the world she had fallen asleep in. Her face felt frozen, but she needed to investigate what the thing in her bed was. However, before she could move, two arms pulled around her waist, pulling her under the covers. A warm, slick protrusion rubbed against her leg. Lillian screamed, her limbs flailing. "Lil! It's me!" two definite male voices exclaimed in perfect unison. One voice was deep – almost unrecognizable to Lillian, yet at the same time, perfectly known. The other, she could never forget. "Cha-Charles?" she stammered her flailing stopped. What felt like a human head nuzzled against her back, sending shivers down her spine. It had a full head of unruly hair and a slight stubble growing – at least that was what she could feel against her bare skin... Bare skin? Lillian looked down at her body to see the arms that held her. Her entire body was naked. The smell of sex, now that she was fully awake, filled the space between the blankets and bed, filling her lungs with its intoxicating odor. It sent vibes down to her pussy, her juices slowly leaking out. The arms shifted her so that she now faced her captor: an older version of the boy she had once known. His hair was shaggy and dark brown – the way he always had it. His misty grey eyes seemed mistier than she had remembered, but Lillian sincerely knew it was indeed her now dead friend. "Charles..." Lillian gasped, suddenly realizing the protrusion that had rubbed against her was his cock. "Lillian..."he smiled, one of his hands slowly stroking her cheek. His other hand rested on her ass. "W-W-What are you doing here, Charles?" Lillian stammered, trying not to lower herself on his erect member. She held herself up with all her strength with her elbows. "You and Kate summoned me, didn't you guys?" he said, guiding his hand lower down to her breasts which dangled helplessly over him. He thumbed the right nipple, enjoying the lovely hard feeling. "Why are you doing this?!" she exclaimed, only to have one of his fingers slip in between her ass cheeks, spreading them slightly. Lillian cried out as he stuffed a finger up her puckered hole with much resistance. "You want it, do you not?" Charles asked, burrowing his long, slightly bony finger deeper into her asshole. "N...N...N...N...NO!" she managed to scream between her moans. Charles sighed, his hand on her breast moving on the left. Lillian screamed out, her back arching. His finger began to pump in and out of her rectum in a steady rhythm. "Why not, Lilly?" Charles asked. Lillian only shook her head, unyielding to his question. Charles only sighed at her stubborn act and, pulling out his finger, the hand on her ass pushed her slowly down onto his cock which, Lillian guessed, was nearly a full foot in length. Charles moaned out, feeling the tight space that he had discovered. The deeper he pushed, the more she became stretched, her body attempting to fit around his width. Lillian was thrashing at this, her rocking hips only pleasuring this ghostly visitor further. Lillian could feel her arms become weak with each upward thrust Charles threw at her. Without warning, she collapsed as a body-wracking orgasm hit her, sending her toppling into Charles's arms. Charles continued fucking the young woman, his grey eyes locked with her now hazy blue ones. Eventually, Lillian gave in; bucking against him, each thrust nearly sending her over the edge. When she came to her second orgasm, Charles's own cum began splurting out into her, filling her up even to her womb. Exhaustion took Lillian, sending her back into a sleep like she had never experienced. As Charles's cock was pulled out, he whispered, "Until tomorrow night..." Hours later, Lillian awoke, her sheets covered in... Nothing... She, as when she went to sleep, was still wearing her nightgown and she was still staring at the wall she had been staring at before she fell asleep. She got up and reached down to her panties where the juices brought by a simple wet dream made her black bikini-cuts a simple, spongy mess. There was a sudden THUMP as something that rolled off her bed hit the floor. When she went down to look at it, she saw a lone, red candle... Spectral Ecstasy Her breathing was faint, and a thin film of nervous sweat covered her brow as she walked into the room, a cold winding closing the door behind her. Guided by an unseen force, she slipped out of her dress and laid down on the bed. Closing her eyes, she tried to control her breathing, remembering to keep in control of her emotions, the dual between fear and desire pulsating through her body. She looked up saw him looming over her, faint as the wisp of cloud, translucent, yet solid and opaque enough for her to discern his features. "Are you ready," she heard a cold, cryptic voice echo through the abandoned apartment building, seemingly emanating from nowhere in particular. She tried to speak "yes," but couldn't, and simply nodded, trying to keep her composure as she laid there naked, waiting for what she couldn't understand, but couldn't stop desiring. "Trust me," echoed the same voice, slightly warmer, but still unnatural, "you are safe with me." *** No one ever noticed her like that. A shy girl, spending most of her time with eyes glued to 19th century novels and the books of long dead philosophers, she cared little throughout high school for the world of jocks and bimbos, football and binge drinking, parties and casual hookups that seemed to define the culture of her peers. It's not that she didn't have desires, but she fulfilled them through erotic fiction, and a rabbit vibrator delivered to her parents' home in a discrete Amazon delivery box, which came regularly for her and were usually filled with books. Where others stayed up late bonging beers and falling into bed with whomever happened to still be awake, her nights of passion and lust transported her across time and space. She shared her bed with untold lovers, from past, present, and future and never woke up filled with regret the next morning. Things began to change when she went to university the next year. She assumed to find her dorm filled with peers of similar inclinations, especially as she was accepted to an honors program and moved into the honors dormitory. Her roommate was indeed intelligent, and even almost as bookish as her, but still would bring new bunkmates almost every weekend, leaving Andrea locked outside of her room, sitting in the lounge with her laptop or a novel, alone with her thoughts. Or so she thought. On one such Friday evening, she heard a tapping at the window. Dropping her dog-eared copy of The Brothers Karamazov in a start, she looked out. She thought she saw a boy out there, with the rain beginning to poor down. Standing up, Andrea went to the window and scanned the surrounding field. Nothing. But she swore she saw someone out there. Assuming that a drunk hall-mate has gotten himself locked out, she walked out of the lounge to the nearest door to see if she could help the poor soul. Opening the door and peering out, cold rain blowing in at her, her rain jacket locked away in her occupied room, she swore she heard someone calling her name. Taking a step out into the rain, a burst of wind swept the door behind her closed. "God dammit," she yelled, as her t-shirt and shorts, now saturated in rain began clinging to her skin. "Anyone, help!" she pounded on the door, before she felt a hand on her shoulder. Spinning around, she was paralyzed by what she saw. It was the boy she thought she saw at the window, but he wasn't quite there. He was about 6 foot tall, with brown curly hair, decently built, but not too bulky. But he was standing there in jeans and a sweater, looking completely dry as the deluge cascaded around them. The light above the dormitory seemed to pass through him, partially illuminating him, partially obscuring him. "Don't worry," she heard him say, or at least heard a voice, "Come with me, you can get out of the rain and dry off." Despite her fear and trepidation, she felt a certain comfort and followed him. Taking her hand, he led her across campus and then towards a series of adjacent apartment buildings to one that she could have sworn was abandoned. "Where are we going," she asked, noticing for the first time that the rain seemed to no longer be affecting her and that they had traversed campus far too quickly than they should have. "Who are you?" "Don't worry, Andrea. You'll be safe here." He led her up a carpeted stairwell vaguely smelling of mildew and into an unlocked apartment unit. "Have a seat, I have some tea ready." "How do you know my name? Who are you?" she asked, refusing to sit down. "I know you, Andrea. I know you long to be needed. I've noticed what no one else has, and what you yourself refuse to," he responded as he ran his fingers across her wet face, moving a strand of soaked hair out of her eyes. His touch, which should have been warm flesh, instead felt like a jet of cold air. Confused and scared, she tried to slap his hand away, but found little resistance, as his body seemed to dissipate before reappearing in the doorway of the kitchen holding a mug of tea. Despite her confusion, she felt a strange calming sensation flow through her, as she took a seat on the couch, and graciously accepted the tea offered to her. *** He became her secret. Every Friday night, she would come to his apartment, and they would talk. She would confide in him her own fears and insecurities, and he would regale her of tales of his life, and 30 year afterlife. He made her laugh, and she took comfort in his reassurances and reveled in his stories. It was like she had entered the world of one of her novels, a world of fantasy and mystery that she didn't fully understood, yet embraced. Though she should have been terrified by his incorporeal presence, something about him called to her and calmed her. In his presence, she felt almost like a different person. There she was appreciated, admired, maybe even loved. It mattered little to her that the person loving her would violate most people's definition of a person. In his eyes, she was recognized for who she was. Her spectral secret admirer instilled in her a newfound confidence that she never had before. Where she usually slid through the crowds in unkempt hair and oversized sweatshirts, she now felt inspired to keep her hair brushed straight and smooth. Instead of the ease of leggings and sweatshirt, she began wearing dresses and skirts, fitted blouses and tight blue jeans, jewelry and makeup. She found a new pride in her body, her naturally thin shape, her perky B-cup breasts, her small but tight ass, her toned thighs and calves. She began running in little more than running shorts and a sports bra, and engaging in heated debates in classes where she usually kept her disagreements silent. Hall-mates, who never noticed her, began asking her to lunch and joining her in the study lounge. But she never accepted their invitations to dates and parties on Friday night, usually making up some poor excuse. Her roommate, Sarah, told her suitors that she always left the dorm on Friday night at 7 and came back a little after midnight. Rumors soon swirled through the dorm that Andrea was having an affair with a professor, or was dating a townie. She smiled as herd people whispering about her. It was almost cute, how so many people now wanted to know what she did on Friday nights, when hardly 2 months ago, she was invisible. *** "I need something from you, Andrea," James asked her one cold fall evening. "Anything," she cooed as she let him stroke his semi-corporeal fingers through her hair, simultaneously making her heart rush and giving her peace, as the cold energy from unknown swept over her body. "I haven't felt the pleasure of human contact in over 10 years. I haven't had the joy of a warm hand on my chest, of a head against my shoulder. I haven't had someone squeeze my hand in comfort nor the softness of a woman's lips on my own." She drew back away from him. "How can I help? I can't touch you?" His evanescence moved away from the couch, as his dark soulful yet empty eyes peered into hers. "I need to inhabit your body, and mingle with the essence of your spirit. Only then can I feel the pleasures of embodiment. Only then can I take part in the carnal pleasures of the living. And only by joining with a welcoming host can I experience the pleasures of flesh." He draped his hands across her thigh, making every hair on her body stand slightly on end. Her entire chest heaved as she exhaled. Her cheeks flushed, as a combination of fear and desire comingled in her heart. She squeezed her thighs together, bare under her skirt, and felt a welcome tingling sensation between her legs. As if another spirit had already taken control of her body, she let out a slight moan, laying her head back, closing her eyes. Her legs seemed to spread themselves, and her hands involuntary moved down her chest and stomach, and up her thighs, finding her panties already dampening. "Ooooo," she exhaled again, trying regain conscious control of her body from whatever spectral passion had overtaken her. She felt her nipples harden, as his formless form swept over her flesh, and she instinctively began to rub her clit through her wet panties, trying to clutch his hands to her own breast. Breathing heavily, her breasts rising and falling as her whole body swelled with every inhale, she moaned again, slipping her finger under her panties, and pressing it against her swollen clit. She opened her eyes to his surrounding presence; their eyes meeting in a seemingly timeless void. "Show me how," she gasped, as an orgasm overtook her, forcing her eyes closed, and her back to arch. Opening her eyes, she saw him withdraw from her. "Not tonight," the voice echoed in her head, "I need more strength. Next week." *** "Close your eyes, and empty your mind of thoughts as best you can," his voice pulsated throughout the room, echoing in her mind, as her naked body draped across the bed, chilled yet aroused, twitched and quivered under unnatural touches drifting over her skin. She nodded, closing her eyes and tried to focus on nothing but the overwhelming sensations pulsing through her body. She felt him swathe himself over her body, her skin tightening under the chill of his contact, covering itself with goosebumps. As the pressure on her skin intensified, coming seemingly from every direction, enveloping her in an energetic cocoon, she tried to gasp for air and cry out, but could not. From almost inside her own mind, she heard his voice, "Take comfort, Andrea; do not be afraid." His voice soothed her, and she began to focus again on only her breath and racing heartbeat, banishing conscious thought from her mind. Then it began, beginning in her toes and feat, a numbness crept up her body, paralyzing her limbs, followed by a strange warming sensation moving inch by inch up her claves and thighs. Her muscles quivered and pulsated, tensed and released, and as her thighs began to warm, she found herself inexplicably spreading them, a soft moan escaping her lips. Her finger tips soon experienced the same cold numbness followed by intense heat creeping up her arms. "Don't worry, I will not take complete control." The reassurance came from within her own mind, and her back began to feel as if it were being massaged with a warm compress. Again, her breathing sped up, and her body began to uncontrollably pulse through her heartbeat. Her back arched, as the first wave of intense sexual pleasure cascaded through her body. She cried out, "Oh God!" and closed her eyes. The warmth of the spectral possession moved down her shoulders towards her breasts, her nipples hard and erect already. Her moans filled the air, as what felt like a thousand tiny tongues began to dance infinitely fast over her nipples and breasts. She experienced what could only be described as the most intense kiss against both sides of her neck, as her entire body began rocking back and froth, lifting her lower back and ass off of the bed. The feeling intensified, as she felt her nipples being squeezed and twisted without being touched, covered in a warm glow of unseen warmth and heat. Her exhales coming in bursts, alternating with moans as she felt an orgasm build within her, the scent of her arousal filling the cold night air. "Please, James, please," she thought, attempting to assert her will over her lover. Yet as she felt her climax approach, the warmth withdrew from her breasts, and began flowing down her abdomen from her chest. Like an electrical surge, she felt him move his focus down her stomach, causing her to unconsciously pulse her abdominal muscles, her body still arched in the air, her pussy dripping arousal. She noticed her thighs again, as the same warm waves began cascading up her thighs, forcing her legs wider yet, squeezing and relaxing her muscles, soothing and arousing her. The two sensations. "Are you ready? I can stop if you've had enough," she heard his voice in her mind once more. Out of breath, she tried to nod, but could not as another wave of pleasure pushed her eyes closed and head back, drawing her to the brink of her orgasm, yet drifting back away like the rolling waves on the shoreline. "Yes," she willed, as the pulsing energy of lust and desire pumped through every inch of her body. She felt him inside her now, in a way she couldn't truly understand or describe. She did not feel him within her body; she did not feel penetrated. Yet she felt the same warmth and energy flow from inside the depths of her soul. Their spirits co-mingled in a perfect intimacy, one that made bodily sexual contact feel like a betrayal. She felt fully at one with him, as their wills fused together, transcending the limits of individualized embodiment. Time stopped for her, as she felt the energy of the universe pulsing through her own being, fully connected with all the matter of existence. The cosmos was oriented towards their gnostic union, as she felt herself empowered and energized in a sublime dispossession. "Oooooooooooohhh," she screamed, as she felt her carnal embodiment reassert herself, as the entire energy cascaded towards her pubic region. The electricity, warmth, and current of her lover's touch, the tenderness and attention of his spirit all flowed towards her swollen clitoris and drenched lips, as her body began to convulse in an orgasm that rippled through her body, tensing every muscle, pulsating every neuron, tightening every inch of skin. She felt herself lifted up and off the bed, suspended in the air, as she screamed and wailed, the sexual energy pulsing through her body and soul, uniting the depths of her being with his, as sweat and sexual arousal dripped from her body. Tightening and relaxing, every single fiber of her body was in sync, as waves of pleasure cascaded over, through, and from her. She never thought that such pleasure was possible, as she floated there, in violation of natural law, as her pleasure intensified. Her heart almost stopped, her vision blurred, her legs trembled uncontrollably, as her scream of pure carnality pierced the night air. Her orgasm pulsed through her, fluid pouring uncontrollably from her pussy, as the warmth of a supernova emanated from within her sex. Caught in timeless ecstasy, both fully immersed within her body and fully transcending it, entirely unique in the universe yet intimately connected to it, she felt the softness of the sheets again touch her quivering, trembling body. Finally opening her eyes she found herself back on the bed, the final waves of her climax dissipating through her extremities. She felt him withdraw from her, stopping her heart temporarily, as if her veins had frozen over without the warmth of his presence. Slowly her own energy began to flow back through her, as she again felt in control of her body, still tender and sensitive from the experienced. She looked at him and saw his form reassemble itself before her. "Shh," she heard, "sleep now," as her eyelids grew heavy and her vision went black. Opening her eyes she found herself in her own dorm bed, naked, her body sheets drenched in sweat and female ejaculate, the air permeated with her arousal. She looked around. James was nowhere to be found. A nock rasped at the door, "Andrea, its Sarah; can Joe and I have the room?" She tried to regain composure, jumping down from her bed, in search of her dress. It was nowhere to be found. As she heard the lock of the door turning, she quickly slid a pair of jeans up her naked body, and threw a tank top on, her nipples still erect, pushing against the thin material. She brought her hand to her head. It couldn't have been just an imaginative fantasy could it? The door opened as her inebriated roommate, and this week's sexual partner stumbled into the room. Her pussy still damp with passion, she grabbed her phone and keys, and rushed out of the room, her cheeks flushed, her mind swimming, and began running through the night towards James' apartment. SpectralSexual I met my wife just over a year before we said our vows, and I still remember how gorgeous she was back then. She was working as a cart-girl on my local golf course, earning extra money to manage the expenses her scholarship didn't cover. We heard her cart pulling up as we were getting ready to tee off, and she waited patiently while we tried to flex our golfing muscles, proving we were all alpha males. Between the four of us, we didn't have a single good shot. Two were bad-but-playable, one was OB, and one didn't even make it past the ladies' tee. Unfortunately, that was my shot. "Isn't there some rule about not making it past the forward tee?" she asked with a wicked smile. If you're not a golfer, falling short of the ladies' tee is called a "dink-out", and you're supposed to play with your pecker swinging in the breeze until you eventually make it past the pink markers. A rule that dates back to a time when women weren't allowed in the clubhouse. I laughed with her, but since I'm allergic to sexual harassment lawsuits, I chose not to follow the optional rule. "I'm not that easy - if you want to see me naked, you've got to buy me dinner first," I told her. Without a word and without breaking eye contact, she reached into her cart and pulled out a roast beef sandwich. Her evil grin got bigger and she tossed it to me. My group was laughing and applauding her bravada, but she just kept smiling at me, an expectant look in her eyes. I can't be certain, but I think it was the twinkle in her eye as she laughed at me that was my first step towards falling for her. Who wouldn't fall in love with a girl like that? I caught the sandwich and tossed it into my cart, undid my fly and took out my little guy. I'm not shy about my body, but I'm certainly not a pornstar. I'm grateful it was a summer day, but without any...warm-up...I wasn't going to impress anyone. I re-teed my ball, took aim, and smacked it down the center of the fairway. I'd never hit the ball that well, and likely never will. It's nice when things just work out like that. I turned to her while tucking myself in my pants and said, "Since you bought me lunch and you've seen me naked, etiquette dictates it's my turn to take you out for dinner. Tomorrow night at eight. Where should I pick you up?" She ignored the cheers and catcalls from my friends, and still with that delicious smile, beckoned me over. She asked for my phone and entered her information before saying, "Text me tomorrow and I'll let you know where I am. Let's have some fun." That was over ten years ago, but I still remember it like it was yesterday. ***   We met and had dinner and a great night that ended with a hot make-out session in my car, in her parents' driveway. The rest of the week we were inseparable. We were young and full of passion, and each time we got together things got hotter. A week after our first meeting, we'd had as much over-the-clothes action as possible, and I wanted to move things to the next level. "My roommate's out and won't be back for the rest of the week. Let's go back to my place," I suggested while kissing her neck and nuzzling her ear. My hands were roaming over her body, memorizing each bump and curve with my fingertips. "I can't, Matt..." she said as she turned her neck to give me more access to her sensitive skin. "It's OK, Jules, we'll go slow, and you can stop whenever you want," I replied. "It's not that I don't want to, because I do. I really want to, but I promised," she moaned as my hand slipped under her blouse and moved up the soft skin of her belly before finding her sensitive nipples, "I'm still a virgin." I laughed, thinking she was just kidding, but quickly shut up when I realized she wasn't laughing with me. I ran my fingers through her hair as we sat in the car, and told her it was fine. I wasn't a virgin, but I could count my conquests on one hand and still have enough fingers left to awkwardly abuse myself. "I promised my parents I'd save myself for marriage. We're not super-religious or anything, it's just that they want me to finish school and enjoy life before I shoot out a kid. My two older sisters were both pregnant before they were 19, and while I know they love their kids, they're still stuck with looking after them. Neither is with the kids' father anymore, which isn't really a big surprise," she said. "Personally, I'd rather be an aunt than a mom," she continued, "So I didn't think the promise would be too difficult to keep. I dated a bit before and after high school, and there were lots of guys willing to help fix my virginity problem, but none of them seemed worth it. Until I met you. There was something about you, and I was ready to rip my clothes off and mount you right there on the golf course," she said as she blushed and looked away. "It's probably best you didn't - my score was bad enough. I'm not sure I could have handled the extra strokes," I joked. She smiled and took my hand, caressing it with hers. She looked back and into my eyes, "The thing is, I like you Matt. A lot. I want to go back with you to your dorm and rip off our clothes and do everything I've ever read about or seen, but I won't break my promise. I know they'd probably never know, but I think it would break my parents' hearts. I'm not a kid anymore, and if I commit to something, I go all in. I don't do anything halfway, and never leave anything undone. I paused for a moment and then took her hand in mine, looking her in the eyes as I said, "I'm ready for you whenever you want, but I'll wait for you as long as it takes." I leaned forward and kissed her on the eyelid, then the nose, and finally on her mouth. She pulled me closer, rubbing her body against mine as she said, "Let's have some fun." And we did. I proposed to her the next day and we were married exactly a year later. We never broke her promise, but we did everything else. There's something erotic about pushing yourself to see how close you can get to the line without breaking the rules, and I know we both enjoyed every encounter along the way. ***   Our wedding was amazing, and there's a picture of a tear rolling down my face as I saw Julia come around the corner in her white gown. I'm not sure how the photographer managed to get that, but it became an iconic image for his business, earning him a ton of cash. There's a good chance you've seen it in an ad or on a bill board; it has been used around the world. The ceremony was amazing and we were surrounded by the love and support of our friends and families. Our wedding night had finally arrived. The reception was rocking and everyone was filled with good food and drink, but Julia and I snuck out to start our own party. We embraced the whole way back to the room, rubbing and kissing in all the right spots, and after we entered the room, Julia pushed me away and took a step back. She unzipped the hidden fastener and the white gown dropped to the floor. She stood before, me wearing a silk bustier, thigh-high nylons, and lace gloves that came up to her biceps. She stepped out of the pile of fabric lying gathered on the floor, and brought a gloved hand to her mouth. I saw her talented tongue snake out and dance around her finger as she took the delicate fabric in her teeth, pulling the glove off before doing the same to its partner. Her nylons were next, and soon my blushing bride was standing in front of me wearing nothing but a bustier and a smile. "Let's have some fun," I said as I opened my arms and invited her to me. She walked across the room to stand in front of me, and began unbuttoning my shirt. We enjoyed a slow and passionate kiss as her fingers worked their way down my chest. I felt my cummerbund fall to the floor, and then she was massaging me through the fabric of my pants. I'd thought I was as hard as possible when I saw her in just the bustier, but now that we were moments away from finally completing the act, I was rock hard. Diamond hard. I could have used Admiral Winky as a baseball bat to win a homerun championship. Jules undid my trousers and let them fall, and then took me in her hands, stroking me as we continued our kiss. I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the bed. "Are you OK with this, or do you want to wait a bit longer?" I asked. "I've been ready for this since we met last year, and it's just about the only thing I've been thinking about this week. I want you in me now, and then we can play around after - but I need to feel you. Now," she replied, her voice husky and firm. I lay her on her back and tested her with a finger. She was dripping wet and trembling. I positioned myself above her, and then remembered something a former lover had told me. "You climb on top of me - that way you can control everything. It's going to hurt for a second, but it should feel better after that," I said. We switched places so that I was on my back and Julia maneuvered into position above me. Balancing herself with her feet against my hips, she took me in her hand before sliding the head of my cock against her labia. Julia was on the pill, something to do with irregular woman-issues, but it meant we didn't have to worry about condoms. I could feel her wetness against the swollen head of my cock, and did everything I could to avoid thrusting into her. Once the tip was thoroughly coated with her juices, she slid me inside. She felt amazing, and I let her continue to control the speed. An inch or so in, and I felt what I assume was her hymen. It gave a bit of resistance, but then Jules gritted her teeth and pushed herself down on my cock. She winced, but only for a moment, and once I as all the way in, she stopped for a moment before starting to reverse direction. Soon she was bouncing with the rhythm, sliding me into her slowly at first, but speeding up quickly. "Oh god, it's better than I expected. You feel so good in me," she said. "Damn Jules, I don't think I'm going to last long. You're so tight and feel so good," I replied. The combination of the perfect friction with the anticipation of the big day, and I was on a hair-trigger, ready to blow in no time. "Cum in me - cum deep inside me," she hollered, still bouncing up and down. Two minutes later I felt the familiar tickle in my balls, and a few seconds after I felt the first jet of cum leave me and enter her. Her eyes grew large as I continued to spurt, and she looked down at me and started to laugh before collapsing on me. We were a sweaty, sticky mess, and we were in love. And that was the start of our marriage. In the time we spent together, we explored each other fully. Toys and techniques, safe words and taboos. If one of us learned of something new, we couldn't wait to get home and try it with the other. As long as we were pleasuring each other, we were happy, and for the next ten years we were very happy. The only thing we didn't do was include others in our fun. I had no desire to be with another woman; my wife was everything I could dream of, and from what she tells me, she never strayed either. ***   On March 13, 2013 at 3:35pm, my wife was killed in a car accident. It was a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. She was chatting with me on the phone, telling me about the naughty things she had in store for me that night. She'd just picked up a new toy and was in a hurry to get home and try it out before I got home from work. She was walking across the crosswalk and a white sedan mowed her down, knocking her out of her boots. The doctors tell me she didn't feel a thing, as she was probably gone before she hit the ground. They think the driver had a stroke before losing control of the car. An act of God, is what they said. At the time, I thought it was the end of my world. ***   A few weeks after the funeral, Jules came to me in a dream, but it felt much more real. I felt her enter the bed and snuggle up beside me. Her hands roamed my body, and I responded to her familiar touch. "Do you miss me?" she asked. "So much," I managed to choke out. "Would you like me to stay and play? I can, if you'd like," she said as her hands trailed south. "Oh, feels like someone wants some attention!" she giggled and flashed that devilish grin. I think that's what I missed the most about her being gone. That sexy smile was always so inviting, and wasn't for anyone but me. She climbed on top of me, and guided me into her before slowly sliding down on my shaft. I could feel her weight against me, her wetness surrounding me. Her hair tickled my nose as she looked at what she was doing. She loved to watch me sliding into her, and I loved watching her watch it happen. This was the most real dream I'd ever had. I could feel the sweat on my skin and smell the aroma of our mingling juices. "How is this possible?" I asked her. "Just lay back and relax. It can only happen once like this, but I'm not leaving you. Ever," she answered. I relaxed and let her do what I knew she was so good at, and in a few moments we came together. We often would, since we both knew how to bring each other to the brink quickly and easily. The ecstasy subsided and we embraced. I felt my member softening, and soon it popped out of her with a wet blurp that always made her laugh. "I don't understand how you can be here," I said. "It's what I wanted. I asked if it was possible, and I think I found a way to make us both happy," she replied. "This was the last time I can be with you as me, but it's not the last time we can make love. There is another way, but only if you want to." "Of course - you know I can't say no to you," I said. "Now that I've crossed over, I was given the choice to stay with you or to go on to Heaven. Obviously, I chose you. I don't know all the rules yet, but I can temporarily take over another person's body." "Jesus - did you find the Handbook for the Recently Deceased or something?" I joked; Beetlejuice had been a favorite movie of ours. Julia laughed and said, "Nope, but there are others on this side and they've told me what I can and can't do. Basically, as long as I'm not hurting anyone I can do pretty much whatever I want with their body, but only for a few hours. I can't make them do something they wouldn't want to do, and I can't take over a body permanently to live with you for the rest of your life. But, we can still have fun together, and that's much better than being apart until you get your cute little ass over to this side." "I don't understand - hhhhow? How is this possible?" My mind was fried by the concept, but my heart was assuring me that this was truly my Jules. "Rest baby, you'll see. I've got to go now, but I will see you soon. I promise," she whispered. As her voice trailed off, I pulled the covers over me to replace the warmth of her body leaving me, and fell asleep a few seconds later. ***   I woke up the next morning and climbed out of bed to answer the call of nature. My dream of Jules came flooding back, and I had to pull it together so I didn't end up a bawling mess on the bathroom floor. She was gone; it was just my mind playing tricks on me. But it had felt so real. The doorbell rang. I splashed a bit of water on my face to freshen up before putting on a pair of pants and a shirt. I opened the door to see Christina on my front porch, a steaming bundle of goodies hidden in a picnic basket. She looked at me and then without a word gave me a big hug. "You look like shit - how are you holding up?" she asked. "Not gonna lie, it's tough," I replied, "but I'm doing it." Christina had been our neighbor for the past five years. She was a great neighbor to have, and we'd spent many Friday nights at her house or ours, draining bottle after bottle of wine. She'd been divorced for a couple of years before we moved in, and often regaled us with her torrid dating stories. Julia and I both loved her dearly, and it was no surprise that she was here this morning to check in on me. She pushed her way past me, saying she needed to serve my breakfast while it was still warm. I knew better than to question her, so I poured us each a coffee and did my best to stay out of her way. She put a couple of fresh muffins with a generous dollop of butter on a plate in front of me, and as I munched them she whipped up a breakfast big enough to feed a small army. It wasn't long before I was in front of a plate of eggs and hashbrowns, homemade toast and jelly, and half a package of perfectly-cooked bacon. My Jules was many things, but a good cook she wasn't. Early in our relationship, we figured out where our strengths were and took those roles. I liked to cook and didn't do a terrible job of it, and she was great at cleaning, and hardly ever yelled at me for leaving my dirty clothes around the house. Someone else making breakfast for me in my own kitchen was a nice treat, and between the amazing aromas and my dream-state escapades, I was starving. Christina and I chatted while she served and while we ate. She was determined to make sure I was taken care of, and wasn't going to let my objections stop her. I was grateful for her concern and enjoyed the conversation. After breakfast, I helped clean up. Once everything was straightened away, we went to the porch to chat for the rest of the morning. She told me about her most recent dating sagas, the bullshit going on in her office, and the constant calls about me and Julia, with everyone asking what they can do to help. "I told them you just needed some space for now, but in a month or so you'd be ready to" And then she stopped, mid-sentence. She shook her head, as if to clear it, and then blinked a few times before looking back at me. "Are you OK, Christina?" I asked her. A smile crept onto her face. A devilish smile. Jules' smile. She answered, "Oh, yes, Lover. I'm perfectly OK. Let's go back inside and have some fun." Dumbstruck, I followed Christina into my living room. She turned and beckoned to me, the same way Jules had the first time I'd met her. I froze. This wasn't possible, was it? Was this some elaborate ploy of Christina's to see if I was...what? Distraught? Horny? Batshit crazy? "You know it's me, don't you, Lover?" This was more of a statement than a question, and she was undressing as she spoke. "I told you last night, I can do this for a little while. I figured you'd be happy I chose Christina. I know you've appreciated her curves since we moved in. Now's our chance to enjoy them." It was Christina's voice, but it was definitely Jules speaking, and here she was, stark naked in my living room. Christina came to me, and we kissed. I could taste the menthol cigarette she had before coming over, and the firmness of her collagen enhanced lips. Jules whispered into my ear, "It's OK - it's still me, just a different body." And that's all it took. I ravaged her in Christina's body, exploring the new erogenous zones and experimenting to find out what worked best. Jules knew how to guide me to what she liked, but this body was new to both of us and we took our time exploring. Our foreplay covered everything as I licked and sucked every inch of Christina, savoring the new tastes and smells. It wasn't long before I heard her exclaim, "I'm so wet; it feels like a fucking river between my legs. Fuck me now, Matt." Since we knew Christina practiced safe sex, I slipped on a rubber - conveniently found in her purse - and then entered her, sliding in an inch at a time. Christina moaned in pleasure and I was right there with her. She wasn't as tight as Jules, but she still felt amazing, and I was ready to explode in no time. "Woah, slow down there, tiger - I'm not there yet," she said. Jules knew me well enough to know how close I was to cumming, so I slowed down and followed her lead. SpectralSexual I pulled out and went back to something I'd started earlier, dipping a couple of fingers into her sopping wet pussy, searching for what I was sure would be there. I knew I'd found it when I felt her jump, and I continued stroking her sensitive G-spot. Julia loved this, but everybody - and I guess every body - is different, and from the way Christina was moaning, this was apparently a more intense experience than Julia had been used to. "Oh fuck, fuck...fuck yeah. Right there - don't..oh God - don't stop," she yelled between raspy gasps. I knew she liked it, so why on earth would I stop? I kept on working it and a minute or so later I felt Christina's hips bucking off the floor, grinding against my hand. Julia had always been too tight to even try it, but I thought it might work with Christina, so I slipped two more fingers inside her. She reacted as I thought she would, and I moved my hand in deeper. Soon I was fucking her with my fist and it was obvious she loved it. I made sure to keep some friction against her G-spot with each stroke, and another minute later she started moaning that she was going to cum. Ten seconds later, she did. Julia and I had seen squirters before, but that was on TV and this was our first hands-on - if you'll pardon the pun - experience with it. Christina arched her back so high I was worried she'd crack her spine. We thought she'd been wet when we started, but when Christina came the juices went everywhere. I was sprayed by her wetness, as was the carpet, the couch, and even the wall. It was fucking awesome, and Jules and I took a moment to relax and enjoy the situation. "Holy fuck, that was intense," she gasped. I smiled and nodded, and let her catch her breath. As she came down from the euphoria, Christina noticed I was harder than ever. "We need to finish you off - quickly. I'm not sure how much more of this I can handle. I'm pretty sensitive now, do you want my ass or my mouth?" she asked. "To be honest, I want both, but let's start with those sexy lips," I answered. Christina came to me and took me into her mouth, her pliable lips causing perfect friction against my sensitive shaft. While she sucked, I reached around to prepare her ass for entry. There were ample juices, so I coated my finger and slipped it into her backdoor. Jules loved it when I played with her ass, but as soon as I wiggled a finger into Christina's starfish, I heard her yelp and felt her jump. "Oh - shit, that kinda hurts," she said. I slipped my pinky into her pussy, spreading her juices all over my finger, and then tried again to see if it was better. Jules is a trooper, and she'll play through the pain if needed, but in Christina's body, this was an exit only route. "Well, I don't think we're going to do any anal today, but why don't you just relax and enjoy these soft lips," Julia said, her head moving back to my cock. She knew exactly what I liked and it didn't matter if it was a different pair of lips, she was an expert and had me on the brink of orgasm in no time flat. She pushed me down and took me deep into Christina's throat. A moment later and I was spurting down her gullet, and Julie swallowed every drop. We lay on the carpet together for a little while, enjoying the glow and not saying anything. Then Julia scooped up Christina's clothes and went to the washroom to clean up. Whenever she'd borrowed anything in the past, it came back in as good - or better - condition than when it was loaned to her, and I think she felt this was the right thing to do while borrowing Christina's body. I heard the water turn on and off, and I slipped outside to wait for Christina in the same spot I'd been sitting in on the front porch. When she returned, I saw she'd fixed her hair and touched up her makeup, and now Christina looked even better than she had when she first came over. "I think I've got to go now, it's a bit harder to control this body. I'll be back again soon, but time's a bit different over on this side. You'll know it's me when you see me," she told me, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek before sitting back down. And with that, Christina's head bobbed down for a moment. A heartbeat later, and she looked back up at me with bewildered eyes. "Jesus Matt, I must have fallen asleep for a moment. I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me," she said. "S'alright Chris, you looked like you needed some rest. New man working you out too much?" I asked. "I wish," she replied. "It's been so long since I've had sex I'm worried the damn thing might seal itself shut." We both laughed at that, and I did my best to hide my smirk. "I think I'm going to go home now. I had the weirdest dream, and I think I'll go lay down for a while. Maybe I'm coming down with something - my throat is sore and my ass hurts. Strangest flu I've ever heard of, but hopefully it goes as quick as it came," she said, standing up to leave. I got up with her and gave her a hug goodbye before I went back inside. I held my laughter until I heard my door click shut behind me, then laughed until I just about cried. I might be going crazy, but I was enjoying the ride. ***   The next time Jules stopped in to see me I was by myself. I was brushing my teeth, and all of a sudden I felt...weightless. It's hard to describe, but one moment I was looking into the mirror and the next I was floating above my body. With a little maneuvering I was able to get my feet back on the ground, but the perspective was all wrong. I was behind myself, looking past my head and into the mirror. And then my reflection smiled that devilish smile. 'Hi Lover. I've come back to play again, but there's nobody here. Do you want me to try and find Christina again?' I could hear Julia's voice in my head, but since I was temporarily out of my body I wasn't able to physically respond. I thought back at her: 'Mi casa es su casa - how can I please you, my lady?' I want to feel what it's like to feel...you. Do you mind if I play for a bit? the voice inside my head asked. 'Of course not - everything I have is yours, and for you to enjoy. Please - be my guest.' And with that, Julia walked my body back to the bedroom and sat on the chaise. She undressed and then got up to look in the mirror. 'You've lost too much weight since I've been gone - you've got to take care of yourself. ' 'Cooking for one kinda sucks,' I replied, 'so sometimes I'll just have a beer and a bowl of popcorn. I didn't know we were going to be sharing the space, but I'll take better care of it - me. I promise.' Julia walked (us) to the chest of drawers and opened up our toy cupboard. She pulled out a bottle of lube and a pair of nipple clamps, then returned to the chaise. 'You might want to move the chair in front of the mirror, that way you can see what you're doing,' I offered. She smiled and lifted the chaise, surprising herself with her (my) strength, and positioned it a few feet away from the full-length mirror that she used to use to check her outfits, back when she was still alive. She lay on the chaise, attached the nipple clamps and then spread my legs before taking my flaccid cock in her hands. She slowly stroked it, and when it started to get hard she used the lube. 'Oh, that feels nice. I can see why guys would do this whenever they get the chance' 'Just wait,' I thought back to her, 'it gets much better.' As she continued to stroke with one hand, she let her other hand explore my body. She played with the clamps on my nipples for a few moments, and then brought my fingers to my mouth. It was a bit weird to see me sucking on them like that, but she was trying to include me in the act. 'You don't have to do that - this is all about you enjoying yourself. I can see you, but I don't feel anything you're doing. Explore my body, but just pretend I'm not here. I can guarantee there's nothing you can do that I haven't tried. If you want some advice, try massaging my balls while you stroke, I always like that. When you get closer to cumming, stick a finger in my ass to find my prostate - but maybe you should have a regular orgasm first, just so you can feel the difference,' I suggested. Julia continued to masturbate me, and I could see she was enjoying it as much as I always had. I was watching it now, but there was nothing erotic about it for me; I was just happy she was enjoying herself. Myself? Damn, talking about yourself in the first and third person is just weird. A short while later, her rhythm picked up. She was starting to stroke furiously, and I knew the orgasm was close at hand... er coming soon. Damn, these puns just don't stop - sorry. Whatever it was, she was enjoying it and I was proud of her explorations. Truth be told, I was looking for anything new that I should try the next time I had a few minutes to myself to...explore. You never know when a new trick is going to come in handy. Oh Jesus, there's another one. She cupped my balls with her hand and stroked, doubling the intensity. Beads of sweat ran down her face as she focused on nothing but the impending orgasm, and when it finally came, she could have won an Olympic medal for distance; control, notsomuch. The first wave shot out and over my shoulder, landing on the bed a couple of feet behind the chaise. The next two shots scored a direct hit, one right in my eye and the other on my left cheek. The remaining spurts lost a little more distance each time, but pretty much painted my chest. This wasn't the first time I'd been a sticky mess with my wife, it was just the first time I wasn't the main contributor. I don't think it gets more surreal than watching yourself cum all over yourself - with someone else driving your body. 'Oh, that was wonderful,' she said in my head. 'It's much different than I was expecting, but wow, it feels pretty fantastic. Do you mind if I play for a little while longer?' 'Go ahead - I'm yours forever,' I replied. I tried not to laugh at her as she squinted, my juices oozing out of my eye, and hoped it wasn't going to cause an infection for me in the days to come. The rest of the afternoon was filled with Julia exploring every inch and erogenous zone of my body. I did manage to learn a thing or two, but it was all pretty awesome. The session ended with a nice warm bath, and after she cleaned away the cum, sweat, and lube, she blew me a kiss and said goodbye. I felt the warm sensation of the water wash over me as she slipped away. 'Until next time, Lover' were the last words I remember her saying before I drifted off to sleep. ***   Three weeks later, I was walking out of the grocery store with a six pack in one hand and a bag of groceries in the other. I noticed the pretty girl standing outside, trying to start up a conversation with anyone who made eye contact. I noticed the Watchtower pamphlet in her hand, and figured that was the only thing capable of keeping everyone away from a girl this pretty. As I walked out the door, I couldn't help but notice her impossibly long legs, even though her long skirt did its best to cover them. Her outfit wasn't flattering, but it gave just a hint of the luscious body hidden under all that tweed. I made eye contact, smiled and nodded, and proceeded to my truck. When I heard, "Let's have some fun," I stopped and smiled, waiting for Jules to join me. I was not disappointed.