0 comments/ 29549 views/ 2 favorites Naked Souls By: Barnaby We died in 1980. Well, the most recent time, anyway. It was a house fire. Really terrible! Brrr! I shudder to even think about it. I can't even remember what number that was, though. You lose track over the centuries because it really doesn't matter when you're between lives. In between, you're spirits—just naked souls awaiting your next suits of clothing, if you will, your next incarnations. Don't ask me to really explain the process. I don't have a clue. You're born and you spend your life either consciously or unconsciously searching for your soul-mate. If you find them at all, you're lucky, but whether you do or don't, you move on and the whole damn cycle starts over. What's the point? I don't know. Haven't found one yet. All I know is that I really, really want to get laid tonight...and I have a plan. You see, I know who my soul-mate is: Esther, Amelia, Rene, Kimberly, Deanna, and a dozen other names that I am both blessed and cursed to still recall. We almost always find each other and recognize each other. Even now, between lives, we wait together to be reborn. For more than two decades of Earth time we've longed to touch each other in love but, as spirits, we cannot. Samhain, however, is the time of year when the veil between worlds is at its thinnest and we spirits can influence the living...sometimes to the extreme. I've been patiently planning and practicing for ages. This year, I know my plan will work! Samhain. All Hallows Eve. Halloween. Tonight! "Okay, so it's here," she said. "What makes you think this will work any better than your last twelve attempts?" We were working our way through the thick purple mists, heading toward the living world. It was like walking down a steep hill in fog so thick you really could cut it with a knife. "Look, I know it works. Don't you remember all the stories they used to tell of ghosts possessing the living? There's too many. There just has to be some truth to them. We just never figured out how to do it before." "Well, it HAS only been five centuries," she murmured cynically. "Give or take. Now, listen. I honestly think the problem is that we've been trying to make the whole process too complicated. What we want to do is to just find a young couple in love, quickly insinuate ourselves into their lives and then WE share connubial bliss for at least one night while we wait to begin our chase again. We have a great time, they have a great time. Everybody wins." "Sure, sure! You have a great time! You ever hear of foreplay?" "Foreplay!? It's been two decades of their time since we've even been able to have sex! If it were even possible for me to have a hard-on, I would have one twenty four hours a day! And, I might add, the most raging case of blueballs in history! Foreplay! Geez! What kind of foreplay do you expect?" "Awww, honey, women are different. You know. We need a little cuddling, a little stroking, a little..." "Sweetheart, my fucking hand goes right through you," I said as I demonstrated by waving it wildly through what should have been her chest area. "Hell, technically I don't even have a fucking hand!" "I know. I know. I guess we really shouldn't cling to the images we had in our last life but I didn't want to lose you again and I thought this would help." "It does, baby. Oh, I'm sorry. We're just tense, that's all. But tonight, if you just stick with me, we will finally get to be together again!" "Maybe" "What the hell is it with you and all of this negative talk? Not 'maybe', 'yes!'" "Okay...yes,...maybe. Hey, look! Is that it? I think I see the real world! The mists are parting! Where are we? Oh my gosh, this is great!" "Right on target, my love. A typical middle class American neighborhood filled with Halloween trick or treaters, partiers and, hopefully, young loving couples. It's the evening of Samhain, and the dead are about to meet the living!" We laughed as we kind of floated to the ground as if being dropped off by some great cosmic elevator. We both stood there on the sidewalk, just taking it all in. There were big trees all up and down the street raining colorful leaves down onto the damp, cracked pavement. Even though we couldn't feel it, we could see the wind assaulting the colorfully clad revelers running up and down the street. I don't know how you can remember a smell, but I could almost smell the reality of Autumn and that smell was absolutely intoxicating! This was going to work! "I can't believe it. Look!" she burst out, pointing at a young twenty-something couple on a porch across the street giving out candy. "They're perfect and they're right here! It's like we were drawn to them!" The man was blond with a close cut hairstyle. He wore glasses, was clean -shaven and reasonably well built. "See! He even looks like you...or rather like your current ghost." "And she looks a lot like you once did!" I added excitedly. The young woman was also blonde, her hair long and full and blowing in the breeze. Her smile was aglow and her placid blue eyes clearly cloaked hidden passions. "This is meant to be!" "Okay, Einstein, so what do we do now?" "Well, I think...no, I know...we have to go up and touch them...or maybe step into them or something." "Or something? Or WHAT smart guy?" "Look, I have never done this before, sweetheart and they do not make an instruction book for it! Let's just try it, okay?" "All right, all right. Will you listen to them? They even sound like us." I heard the male bickering. "I told you we needed more candy to give out. This bag is nearly empty already and it's not even 7'o clock!" "What do you mean, YOU told ME? Remember when we were at Wal-Mart and I said..." "Wait a minute. 'Wal-Mart'? We didn't get these at Wal-Mart, we got them at..." "Well, wherever! We didn't even get the kind I like at all." "Not that there's any left which was my original point, dumbass!" It was true. They did seem remarkably like us. This was right. It had to be. It was time. I walked up to him and stepped directly into his space. He shivered and I pulled him tightly around me like a sweater. In a matter of seconds, I felt solid again. The effect was disconcerting to say the least. "What the hell is the matter with you?" said the female, grimacing from her porch chair at...well, me. I waved my new arms in front of me, ran my new hands over my new face and grinned. "Do it! Honey, look! It worked! All this time it was so simple!" "Do what? Have you gone..." Suddenly, the female stiffened up in mid-sentence as my love sat right down in the chair where she was sitting and wrapped herself snugly in the young lady's reality. She smiled a most delighted smile at me. "It did work! I can't believe it! How long do we have?" "My best guess would be until midnight. The worlds begin to move further apart again at the close of ..." Suddenly, we were interrupted by a small child dressed as a ghost, white sheet and all. "Trickertreat!", he announced loudly. We both laughed and I tossed all of the remaining candy into his bag. "Looks like a treat for all of us. Come on!" I said as the little beggar ran along to the next decorated house. We entered the home and turned off its porchlight to signal for others not to stop. It was a small house but nicely furnished, with a big stairwell off the living room. "Let's find the kitchen. One problem with being human again, even briefly, is that I'm suddenly starved!" "Me, too. I'll cook you a meal like I used to in the old days." My love prepared a sumptuous feast of condensed mushroom soup with oyster crackers and red wine. It may not sound like much but when you haven't eaten since the Carter Administration, it tasted great! Afterwards, we explored the house a bit until we came to the bathroom. "Oh, a shower! A long, luxurious shower would be soooo great! With lots of oils and soaps and...Mmmmm. Yes!" "Okay, but remember, honey," I whispered into her ear, "we're on a limited time budget here and I want to spend some time with you naked." "Mmmm. So who did YOU think was gonna scrub my back?" I held her close, my hands rubbing the sides of her cheeks. They say the eyes are the mirror to the soul and I just proved that because it was my love's familiar soul I saw within those deep pools. Slowly but intently, I leaned in toward her face and kissed her, my lips lingering on hers even as I pulled away. "Undress me." Doing as I was told, I reached out to unbutton the black sleeveless top she was wearing. Her eyes watched my fingers closely. She pulled it all the way off, leaving her body standing there in a purple bra and jeans. With one tug, the low-slung jeans were on the floor. She giggled almost with embarrassment as she stepped out of them. "Remember, I haven't seen this body before!" "And you haven't seen this one either." It had had an erection almost since I touched it. As I unzipped the loose khaki pants it popped up handsomely. "Oh, my! Is that big thing for me?" she asked with a playful laugh as she reached out to rub it softly. It wasn't really that big. I'd had bigger in my lifetimes. What is that old saying about beggars...? Anyway, she was soon stroking it like a handjob queen and I could feel the long surpressed yearnings start to boil up inside me. "Oh, honey, you're too good at that! Not yet! Please! Slow down." "I'm sorry, it just feels so...incredible to touch one of these again! I feel like I could just eat it up! In fact, I think I will!" Plopping to her knees, the skinny woman in the purple underwear took the cock into her mouth and started bobbing up and down on it like she was bobbing for Halloween apples! Using her hand, she kept milking it with a wet, twisty motion as she licked and sucked on the head, occassionally bouncing it off the back wall of her throat. "Ohhhhhhhh! I'm....I'm not gonna be able to keep from....Ungh! I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna....COME! Ohhhhhh! Baby! Oh, yes! Mmmmmm, sweetheart! Swallow it, baby! That's it! Ohhhh, MY! That is amazing to watch!" She had taken it all, pumping it directly into her mouth with her hand and swallowing it down without incident. A certain look of pride was on her face as she rose from her knees, wiping her mouth just a bit. Giggling like a schoolgirl, she turned on the water in the shower and doffed her underwear. After admiring her temporary body in the mirror for just a second, she climbed on in and wiggled her finger to invite me. The hot water did feel incredible as I climbed in. We rubbed and scrubbed each other's bodies for what seemed like hours, sandwiching a lot of wet kisses and sticky finger play in there, too. Afterward, we headed straight to the bedroom. I towelled off my love and myself and she turned back the bedclothes. "I can't believe how good this feels," she stated as we both climbed under the covers. " I know what you mean. Just the feeling of snuggling under the covers is great!" And it was, too but I wasn't about to settle for that. I pulled my body close to hers and held her tightly as I rubbed her back. "Mmmmmmm. That feels fantastic, too!" she moaned. "Hey, I may be out of practice but I was always good at backrubs." I used my balled up hands to run little circles around the pressure points in her back, working my way lower and lower until my hands were finally massaging the cheeks of her ass. I opened my hands up and squeezed. She reciprocated by shivering just a little. I raised my head over her neck and found her lips. I may never have kissed these lips before but the woman behind them kissed back with a kiss for the ages. She rolled around and grabbed my head, holding me to her face as her tongue forced its way into my mouth. All the while, she moaned in both excitement and anticipation. When she finally pulled away, my eyes locked on hers and saw a new lust with the deep love I expected to find there. "Whoa! What happened to foreplay?" "Shut up and fuck me...please fuck me! It's been more than twenty years. I need to feel you inside me. Pleeaassee? Right now!" With that, she grabbed at my body's erection and aimed it squarely between her clean shaven legs. It was an unusual sight for me but tastes change. Since she had no hair down there, I could see her lips glistening in the dim light, waiting for my cock to enter, which it happily did. For a moment, it all felt new again. The wetness, the squishiness, the smooth fit. The feeling that I couldn't possibly last long. My love began bucking her hips only as I just held myself inside her, afraid of ending it all too soon. I was kissing her gently all the while, balancing myself on my hands and just drinking in her eyes. "Sweetheart, don't do that...I'm too close. I...I...slow down, baby. I don't want to..." "Yes! Ooooooohhh, yes you do!" She grinned a wicked looking grin and then bucked under me some more until I was teetering right on the edge. "Give me a present. It's been soooooo long! Let me have it right now, honey! Come for me!" I didn't know why she was doing it this way but I did know she was in total control. She ground her hips just once more and thick, ropy bursts of semen shot up into the pussy she was using and fireworks seemed to go off inside my head. I grunted and groaned like a crazy man for a good few minutes, figuring that now that the edge was off, we could take our time and go slower. Ah, but that was not the case. Suddenly, the glow left her eyes and I realized she was no longer there! "What the fuck?" replied the blonde with my penis inside her as she grabbed her head as if feeling for bumps. "One minute we were outside and the next we're screwing and I missed it. Did that kid dressed as Cal Ripken hit me with that baseball bat?" Confused, I didn't know how to answer so I stepped out of the man's body, leaving the two lovers alone and very mixed up in their bed. The grandfather clock in the hallway started to chime midnight and I felt some strange force pulling me back into the shadows and away from the real world. But what happened to my love? Where was she? Was she okay? Why had she acted the way she did? Reality was fading fast but before it did, I detected a new glow around the woman in the bed. That was it! Oh, how funny! What a great cosmic joke! She was now pregnant! My love was no longer with me because the cycle was finally beginning anew! Her soul had been implanted in that woman's body...and we had done it ourselves! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! As the man pulled out of her, she touched her stomach as if she somehow knew. The veil was falling. Samhain was over and eternity beckoned me back. We had had our one night and now she was on her way again. I'll remember her always and when it's my turn, I'll find her again. I always have. I love her so much! I can't wait to meet her someday. Naked Souls Linda stared at the text message. She and Josh had been social networking buddies for almost a year now. They had met because they shared an intense love of one of the games there. They had begun to battle for supremacy and share assets as well. Then they had actually started to chat on messenger there. Just a couple of months ago when she went on holiday they had exchanged contact details outside of the social network since part of her vacation was swearing off the game for two whole weeks. It was torture and only Josh's text updates on his progress and that of friends and rivals had kept her going during that time. Over that time they began to discuss things outside of the game too. Linda had been more than a bit shocked to learn that Josh was into kinky sex stuff. It just did not seem like the polite, intelligent, young man that she had come to know. Her own sexual experience was woefully limited. Twenty years married to her high school sweetheart and only sex partner. Over the years, he had blamed her and her weight gain for his decreasing interest in sex. Not that his interest in sex had actually decreased as she discovered later, just that he was getting it somewhere else. After years and years of that subtle mental abuse as she had come to think of it, her self-esteem and sexuality were eroded away to nothing. In the whole two years that they had been divorced she had not gone on a single date. Not one. The reason was simple...she could not even imagine finding the strength to get naked with another human being. That was actually how all this had begun...the talk about sex. Josh had asked why she was always around the gaming site. Didn't she go out on the weekend? She had reluctantly admitted that she did not. Her friends were all married and she just was not into the dating scene. Of course, he wanted to know why. And the whole story had come out then. About her marriage, the infidelity and her insecurities. His response had shocked her. CFNM he attested was the answer to her dilemma. She had never even heard of such a thing. Clothed female, naked male. She reluctantly admitted that the idea did present interesting possibilities. He explained that it was one of his favorite fetishes. That the idea of walking around naked in front of a fully clothed woman, especially a more mature one, always got him excited. They had though moved back to the more comfortable subject of the game. But Linda found herself intrigued by this new idea. She found herself occasionally thinking about what it would feel like to have a naked man walking around the house, while she remained safely clothed. And if that man were younger, intelligent and handsome? She had to admit that the situation held definite possibilities. She even began to fantasize about it. About him. She would masturbate almost every day to the idea of this young man walking around her apartment naked. About eating dinner together with him naked. Sitting on the couch together, watching television, talking...with him naked. About playing the game that had brought them together as friends...with him naked. Did he? Did he ever play the game naked? Did he ever masturbate while they played thinking about her fully clothed? She wanted to ask, but lacked that kind of courage. Josh sent her links to a couple of erotic stories on the subject. Even though they were written exclusively from the male point of view, she began to imagine what those women must have felt. The excitement of having these young studs make themselves vulnerable like that...for their pleasure. It might have well gone on like that forever...a shared, unspoken, hidden fantasy...except for that day. There are those days in everyone's life, days that are so pivotal that you can never forget them. Days that change you forever. It had begun commonly enough. She had gotten up, showered, dressed and gone to work at the restaurant that she managed. The lunch crowd had been heavy, but it was Friday so that was to be expected. She was busy counting up money and preparing the bank deposit in the back office when they barged in. Three men in masks. Linda had given them the money. All she could think about was saving her life...and her staffs'. When they locked them all in the walk-in freezer, she was certain that they would be killed. But instead the men had simply disappeared. The next few hours were a haze of EMTs and police. She had been interviewed at least three times, telling her story over and over to the cops. It was almost midnight by the time that she got home. She made herself a tall glass of red wine. She sat down in her darkened living room and just cried. She could be dead right now. Her staff could be dead. They could all just as easily be in freezers in the morgue. What then? Linda was not sure what she believed about the afterlife. She had been raised Christian, but years in the church had shown her that Christians were the nastiest, most judgmental, two faced people you would ever meet. She had toyed with the idea of reincarnation, coming back to live life again. But considering how hers had gone, she was not so certain that was a good thing. Staring down the barrel of those guns she had faced the mess that her life had become. She was not living. She was not sure she was even surviving. She worked and she played online games. She had a handful of friends but those had grown distant since the divorce. It was as if her friends were afraid that infidelity and divorce were contagious. Or perhaps it was just that she no longer had as much in common with those middle class housewives. The hard truth was...she was alone. In that freezer as she rallied her staff, tried to keep their spirits up, cared for the elderly maître' d and the very pregnant waitress, she had begun to weight out her life. And it seemed abysmally lacking. Lacking in real purpose. Lacking in excitement. Most of all lacking in human companionship. Simply lacking. Sitting there in the dark, all of that seemed to consume her as the alcohol blurred her already tired and overwrought senses. She threw the glass against the sterile white wall that was so much like her life...an undecorated, barren, blank canvas. She watched the glass shatter and the red stains spill down the wall. She enjoyed crime dramas and knew more than most lay people about blood splatter. Was this what it looked like? How close had she and her staff come to being just another example of blood splatter, another crime scene to investigate? She heard a distant ping. It barely registered, but was enough to bring her out of morose reverie. Even through the trauma and the wine, a distant thought made its way to the surface. Her phone. Where was her phone? She had not looked at it since that afternoon. It was lying on the desk next to her in the office. She had just made a move in the friendly rivalry with Josh when the men burst through the office door waving their guns. The ping sounded like text message coming through. There it was again. She stood up and the room swam about her. She grabbed hold of the couch to steady herself as she made her way down the hall. She found her purse on the table there and opened it. The screen of her phone was still lit from the incoming message. But she had no recollection of how the phone got inside her purse or even how her purse came to be on the table. She took the phone out of her purse and pressed the button to bring up her messages. There were a dozen of them. All from him. Each of them more frantic than the last. The final one read simply...are you alright? No, no, she most definitely was not all right. Her world had come crashing in all around her. Nothing made sense. Nothing mattered. And she was afraid it never would again. Great sobs began to ravage her as she slunk to the floor in the hallway. Not the stray tears here and there that she had been spilling since the police arrived, but huge gulps that left her hiccupping and her nose running. The phone pinged again. 'Please answer me.' The only person that gave a damn about what happened to her was a twenty-two year old gamer that she had never even met and probably never would. That said it all. She picked up the phone and typed the one response that she had wondered about for weeks. 'Are you naked?' Her phone pinged again. 'WTF? We r playing game and u just disappear. I don't hear from u 4 hours. Then u ask if I am naked? What is going on Linda?' She chuckled. That was probably the single longest message that Josh had ever sent her. But the genuine concern shone through its brash exterior. She smiled as she started to type again. 'I will tell you everything. IF you answer my question first.' The phone was silent for several long moments. Linda was certain that she had offended her friend. That she had run off the only person she really had in her life. She had even begun to type a response taking it all back when the screen lit up again. 'Yes.' The single word was all it said. Linda smiled as she hugged the phone closer to her body and began to type away a long message telling him everything. It might be weird that the only person who gave a damn what happened to her was a faceless youth she had never even met but it was better than having no one. Josh was appalled. Terrified for her. She could not go back there. She had to quit her job, he said. They talked for hours. Linda was exhausted, physically and mentally. She said good night and slipped into bed. If she had been afraid that nightmares of gun barrels exploding and projectiles hurtling towards her would fill her dreams, she was pleasantly surprised that the only thing to haunt them this night was young men walking around naked. Perhaps it would have all just faded into the background. Perhaps Linda lacked the will to change. But sometimes change is thrust upon us. And it was in this case. Rather than be praised for remaining calm, possibly even saving the lives of her crew, the owners fired her for simply handing over the money. Of course, she filed for unemployment and hired a lawyer to fight her unfair dismissal. Even as she did that she made plans of her own. Plans to never go back to that place or that lifestyle again. With her free time she enrolled in some online courses. Having married so young, right out of high school, she had gone to work. She had been the one to support her ex-husband so that he could go to college. At the time, it had seemed perfectly logical. It was after all their future that they were building. Neither was she willing to let things go with Josh. She was not certain exactly how to bring things up, the CFNM thing, but that day had shown her one thing: she did not want to die with only one lover. As Josh said given her body image issues the CFNM thing held real possibilities. Possibilities that she wanted to explore with him. She just had to figure out how. Then her luck changed. Josh's college roommate went away for a semester of studying abroad. Now her young stud was alone. All alone in his dorm room. And she was all alone in her apartment with not even work to interrupt. So her day took on a new pattern. Linda did something she had never done before: she slept in until nine, sometimes even ten in the morning. She made herself a cup of coffee and took her computer out onto the balcony of her apartment. She sat back in the chaise lounge with the cup of hot coffee and began her online courses. Psychology, sociology, philosophy, literature...all the subjects that had always fascinated her. She studied them all. At her pace, which was surprisingly fast, but then again once you realized how precious and fragile life were, who had time to waste? She became like a dying man in the desert thirsting for knowledge that she had always felt was just beyond her. And in the afternoon and evenings, Linda and Josh played their game online. They stayed up late, chatting. And sometimes...just sometimes...like this night, they used the webcams on their computers. While they played the game, she fully clothed and Josh naked. She would watch on the split screen as his handsome young face screwed up in deep thought. But she was never certain if it was over his next move or his hard cock that he casually stroked as they played. Sometimes she still could not believe she had found the courage to tell him...send me a pic. Instead she had received an invite to video chat. While that first night they had both kept their faces off camera, even that secret had been revealed over time. She enjoyed looking at his toned young body. She could not believe that he was insecure about his weight. He was absolutely gorgeous. And she most definitely enjoyed looking at that hard cock he stroked as it jutted from his body. It was his face and the honest play of emotions there that she loved the most. This night they had been playing for hours. He did not have classes today. He admitted that he should be writing a paper but the temptation to play with her was too much he said. She giggled like a teenage girl at the double entendre. Sometimes she felt that was exactly what he was doing...playing with her mind, teasing her. It might appear as if she were the one with the upper hand, staying fully clothed and protected as it were, but the way that he teased her sometimes... This night they had gone further, done more than ever before. They both felt the clock ticking away. His roommate would be back in less than a month. It would be harder then to find the privacy they needed. They had been playing for a couple of hours solid. Josh had been hard the whole time, stroking his cock intermittently as they played. Her bottom lip was sore from biting it as she watched his large hand encircle and tug firmly at the tumescent flesh. What would it feel like? It had been over twenty years since she had given her ex-husband a 'hand job' in the movies. Would she even remember how? She watched him stroke, memorizing each movement. Not that she would ever get the chance to do that for him. But still it would give her something to fuel her almost nightly wet dreams of him. Of them. Then she watched as his face tightened. She thought at first that he had found some deep flaw in her strategy; that he was on the verge of a big win. Then she saw his hips lift off the chair where he sat. His already taut abdominal muscles tightened to the point that she could see each delineation. Then it happened. His cock erupted. Creamy come, seminal fluid if you were technical, which she was not at that moment, spurted in long thick strands from the head of his cock. She watched in rapt fascination. Her own hand found its way into her panties. She stroked herself slowly. She smiled as she realized that he might see her hand inside her jeans but that was all he saw. She was fully protected. Fully concealed. While he remained fully vulnerable even as his cock began to soften just a bit. It remained semi-hard for the next hour as they continued their computer game as if nothing had happened. He would occasionally still stroke his cock even. He won that game. She was too distracted by what she had seen. What she felt as she watched. Then it had happened as they were saying their good-nights. Josh had typed...'come down, visit me.' At first Linda had not even gotten his meaning. Come at that moment had another more primal meaning. Then slowly it had registered. A twenty-one year old college student had just asked her to an erotic assignation. After masturbating on camera for her. Fully naked. Nude. She had turned off the computer without replying. Her hands shook that night as she brushed her teeth and undressed for bed. Her phone dinged. She knew who it was. He was the only one that would text this late. She thought about ignoring it. But she felt guilty. He had been so open with her. Made himself so...vulnerable. And she responded by running away. It must seem like she was rejecting him. But it was not him. It was her. What was she doing? What had she been doing all these weeks, months? What was she thinking? Playing sex games that were way beyond her comfort level with a man almost half her age? She was a fool...an old fool. She picked up the phone but she could barely see the screen for the moisture that covered her eyes. She wiped away the tears before they could even fall. She read...'I m sorry.' She shook her head as she typed, 'You have nothing to be sorry about.' And he did not. 'It is me, not you.' 'I should not have pushed u. I just want 2 c u. Meet f2f. Please!?!' Linda sighed. What could she say? She was too overwrought this night to think about it. To think about anything other than that hard cock erupting on camera...for her. She typed the only thing she could...'I'll think about it. Nite.' She went to bed...alone. Her fingers danced across her clitoris until she too erupted in a massive orgasm. But hers was not caught on camera. He could not watch as she came every bit as hard as or perhaps even more so than he had. She kept her secrets. While he had none. Or did he? She fell asleep pondering that and dreamt sweet dreams of handsome young studs walking around naked for her. If she could only find the courage to take that final plunge...to meet f2f as he challenged.