You were lying in bed, naked as always when you were getting ready to sleep. Being nude made you feel sexy, and you loved the feel of the sheets on your skin, especially on your breasts and pussy as you thought about a man touching you in those places, getting you turned on. But you had to use your imagination more lately; it'd been a while since a man touched you. And you were feeling more than a little horny this particular evening after reading a very sexy story. Reading usually made you sleepy, but that book made you horny, and now you were not able to fall asleep. It was getting late now, and you'd felt yourself almost nodding off a few times already, but you always popped awake again, your mind returning to how much you wished a man was with you.

Suddenly you saw something out of the corner of your eye and looked that way. Your heart jumped, as did you when you saw a man standing there, in your bedroom. He was wearing a robe, rather like a toga. You recoiled instinctively, but the man was smiling kindly and didn't look like he was there to hurt you. You were suddenly interested in who this was and how he was somehow in your bedroom. Then he spoke.

“Hello, Barbara. I'm Bob, your personal ghost, and I'm here to keep you company. No one should spend as much time alone in bed as you do, so they sent me here to help.”

You were shocked. This must be a dream, you thought. It had to be since ghosts don't exist. Yet here he was talking to you. And before you could even think, he took the robe off and climbed on the bed next to you. He gently rested a hand on your shoulder and his other hand on her upper leg. He began to caress you lightly on your thigh.

“You're a lovely lady, Barbara, and I'm here to show you what you're missing,” Bob the ghost stated.

“But you're not real, you can't be,” you whispered to him.

He did not answer but continued to slide his hand up and down your thigh, gently massaging. It felt nice, so you rolled more onto your back, opening yourself up to him a little more. This made you more vulnerable but also made it easier for him to touch your breasts and snatch, which you were hoping he would do; it would feel so good. Then you noticed he was inching his fingers slowly toward your crotch with each massaging stroke, so maybe he could read your mind. The modest part of you thought of pushing his hand away, but it felt good, and you definitely wanted to see where this was going. You were beginning to get turned on by his caressing, and your pussy was getting damp.

Soon ghost Bob's hand was at your pussy, where his light caresses sent a shiver through you. He pressed on your shoulder to get you to lay on your back, while his fingers traced around your pussy lips, teasing you, stimulating you. You were getting aroused, getting wet. Ghost Bob was caressing you so gently, and you were now so fully turned on, that you hoped he would continue. He did, using a finger to open your slit, then sliding his fingers up and down you, caressing your tender folds, and starting to make you squirm in delight.

You opened your legs wider for him, and he pressed a finger into you, followed shortly by a second, and you gasped and then moaned at the sudden, but welcome, intrusion into your now sopping wet pussy. He pressed his fingers into you, then pulled them almost out again before repeating the cycle.

As he finger-fucked you with one hand, he moved his other hand to your breasts and began to massage them. He pinched and rolled your nipples with his fingers, instantly hardening them as you sighed, and making them more sensitive to his touch. Then he leaned over and kissed one nipple, sucking it into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, and pulling on it slightly with his teeth. He alternated tits so neither would feel left out, to your absolute delight. You sighed and moaned as all the pent-up sexual energy in your body was coming together, soon ready to be released. It felt wonderful and exciting.

While ghost Bob slid his fingers in and out of your pussy, you were now soaking wet with your growing enjoyment, and squirming to his touch. And when he began to rub your clitoris with his thumb with each in and out motion, you lost yourself in the pleasure. You curled your toes up and down, and your legs seemed to have a mind of their own as they swung about, out of your control. All you could feel was his mouth on your nipples and his fingers in you with his thumb rubbing your clit as he finger-fucked you.

You squirmed at the pleasure of his touch as your body reacted to the erotic sensations he was inflicting on it. Out of your mind's control, you raised your hips to meet his fingers, trying to drive them deeper into you with each push of his hand. After untold minutes of thoughtless pleasure, squirming in delight, you moaned loudly and jerked as your climax began to take over, giving you repeated spasms that shook you. You screamed in ecstasy as you squirted your feminine juices onto his hand as your orgasms rocked you.

He continued to suckle your breasts and nipples, and finger your pussy while your mind floated away to a happy place, delighted in the feelings as he strummed an orgasmic tune on your tender instrument. You moaned loudly as you spread your roaming legs wide for him and bent your knees to push your hips higher as he continued to press deep into you, thrilling you, satisfying you, the pleasure taking you away as you drifted off...

The next morning when you awoke, you remembered a dream you had about a visit by a ghost. And what a dream, so real, so sexual, so wonderful! You recalled the ghost, who said his name was Bob, telling you he was there to help you. Boy did he! And the dream was so exciting you wished it had been real, but, of course, it couldn't have been... could it?

<< To Be Continued >>