Sex with a Ghost 1&2

The room had the look and feel of a hotel. A king-sized bed, well dressed with white bedsheets stood at the edge of the large room. A full wardrobe with finely polished wood door stood directly opposite the bed. The wall covered in cream paint gave the room a consoling feel. The floor tiled with black dotted white tiles. The air was cold and thick with the sweet scent of rose. The room was clean to the point of sterility.

The door burst open, both of them came in, locked in each other's arms, kissing passionately like the world was ending. Peter without losing concentration on the kiss, slammed the behind with one leg. Then slowly turn to pin her against the door.

He broke the kiss, took a deep breath, and gently he placed his hand on her cheek, staring into her soul. He kissed her softly and tenderly for some seconds, never escalating, simply enjoying his explorations of her soft and perfect lips. Her breathing deepened, he slowly increased his kissing to be more passionate, occasionally flicking his tongue against her lips before returning to his softer style.

The third time he did this, however, she was waiting for him, entwining her tongue with his. Keeping their lips firmly sealed together, their tongues danced, uncovering every inch of the other's mouth and, exchanging alcoholic breath.

Soon, Peter's hands were trailing her sides, feeling her curves, till it got all the way down to her waist. Touching her butt cheeks, he grabbed them and squeezed hard. She moaned softly in his ears. Satisfied, he broke the kiss, held the material of her gown and pulled up till her semi-transparent, lace bikini panties were exposed.

He slid both hands from behind into her panties and grabbed her bare butts, squeezing hard and nice. Once more she moaned the sound of it lit his brain on fire and warmth spread throughout his entire body.

Hands out, in one good pull, he took down the thin material of her panties and came down on one knee with it. She closed her legs as it came down and held her gown, preventing it from obstructing the good work of the gentleman. He came back up, running his hand between her legs. She spread them invitingly to his romance.

Up kissing her, his fingers found their way to her crotch. He slowly began rubbing around her wet clits while she moved her hips, moaning softly. After some seconds, he slid his fingers between her flowery folds. He began with one finger and soon changed it to two, sliding them effortlessly in and out of her dripping pussy. Her moans got louder and more urgent, her head flailing side to side more violently. He could feel her melting into his fingers.

"Deeper! Please, deeper! Oh God! Don't stop!" she cried into his ears. Feeling like she would explode, her breathing got heavier by each breath. Her juice poured more between his fingers. After a few seconds, she let out her loudest moan yet – it was almost a scream. Her head fell back and she pulled his hands out from her convulsing pussy. He held her in a thigh embrace and felt her body continue to convulse until it calmed down.

He helped her undress, removing the gown from over her head, she unbuckled the bra and he carried her to the bed. He came over in between her and they began kissing again. He ended the kiss, came down to her breasts and began exploring them. He gently squeezed one while leaning down to suck the other hard nipple.

"Oh God!" she moaned. She finally feels something and it felt wrong. Not the same with Tony. A rush of guilt washed over her, it felt like cheating and she hates herself for it. How could she be feeling that for someone who broke up with her for no reason and got married to someone else?

Unknown to Peter what his new friend was going through, he kept sucking, licking and fondling her breasts; ensuring he keeps her turned on and wanting more. He too needs a relief. All these he did slowly dropping to his knees. On his knees, he stood up and began undressing.

She watched him undress, once again her confused mind telling her "Make him stop, don't let him undress. Stop this before it gets to a point of no return". But, as if she is under his charming spell, she did nothing and said anything. Instead, she lay back, letting her eyes roam over the stranger's chiselled stomach and trained body; chest smooth and hairless. He kicked out his shoes in a hurry and dropped down his trouser. His stiff cock sprung out jiggling. It was nothing like that of her former lover. This one was thick, dark and mighty.

"Common baby" he stroked it, begging her. "Come on, I need relief"

She sat up slowly, her firm breasts shaking on her chest. Her mind warned her not to take it. She hesitated, the dick only inches away from her face. He reached out stroking her dark soft hair.

"Please, come on!" he pleaded with such urgency.

"Am sorry, I can't do this!" she cried out.

This left Peter confused, not knowing whether to scream or have sympathy.

"Why? What's wrong?" he asked joining her back in the bed. His dick immediately died a premature death.

"I don't know it just doesn't feel right," she said wearing a thin, patronizing smile. Tears burned her eyes.

"It is alright" he pulled her close, his hand over her shoulders, "I thought we are moving on, leaving our past behind?"

"Yes, but it is not that easy. I have been with only Tony for five years" she looked at his face to see his reaction, it wasn't readable. "Do you understand? It feels like am cheating on him!"

"I get you" Peter assured her but deep down he didn't, not even for a second. Why will she allow him to pleasure her, then when it was his turn to reap his reward she is getting all emotional about a guy that supposedly left her and got married to some new chick.

"I will totally understand if you are angry at me right now, and ask me out of your house".

"No! I can't do that to you. We can spend the night together doing whatever you want. Then tomorrow morning we can move on from there"

He was yet to complete the sentence when she kissed him, what a relief, she won the temptation.

"Thank you!" she said breaking the kiss.

"Your welcome" he responded thinking about the physical and mental torture he would be putting himself through. Sleeping next to such great body without touching, looking at those firm tits without sucking. She left him and lay face down beside him, exposing that fine ass. Peter bit his lips wondering how he wouldn't grab it this night. How long will the night be? This must be a punishment from God for refusing his brother David money, which probably led to his death.