My name is Davia, single and liking it that way, able to meet new people on my terms and enjoy life. I'm an outdoor-loving free spirit, open to new experiences, but lately, I've had a restless feeling inside, like maybe something is missing from my life. So, I made plans to go camping, to get back to nature and let it cure me of this "something is missing" feeling.

That weekend I got to the campsite and got settled, tent up, fire pit ready, wash basin filled and covered, ropes to hang trash bags, everything. I was used to this and loved the solitude, with the nearest fellow campers a good twenty-five yards away. That evening, as I was at the wash basin getting ready for bed, I used my portable mirror to check myself. The mirror was new, well, new to me, having picked it up at a second-hand store when my last mirror broke. This one was a little bigger but folded closed nicely, and was easy to prop up and use. So, I was looking at myself before bed, but I saw something else in the mirror, a wispy white cloud or fog. I rubbed the mirror, thinking it had some mist on it or something, but the fog was still there. Then to my shock, the mirror spoke to me!

"Hello, Davia. Don't be afraid, it's only me, Rob, your personal ghost. You can't see me, but this mirror is my portal, and I'll be with you wherever you take the mirror. I will materialize whenever you call me to satisfy that "something missing" you've been thinking about."

I was shocked! This couldn't be real; it must be my imagination taking me someplace new! But I did hear it, and the misty fog in the mirror was still there. Should I talk to it? People would think I'm crazy... but then there was no one else here, so why not?

"Hi, this is Davia. Are you still there, ghost?"

"Of course. And I'll be here whenever you need me to help you. Perhaps you'll invite me to your sleeping bag tonight to provide that "something" that you've been missing. You know what it is."

"Oh really, and what is the "something" that I supposedly know I've been missing?"

"Sex. You haven't had sex in a while, and though you don't think about it, your body knows you miss it and that you need it."

"So, you're going to have sex with me?"

"Yes, if you invite me to. When you're ready, just open the mirror and call me. I'll materialize and give you great sex just the way you like it."

I closed the mirror and sat down. This wasn't possible. Was I to understand that there's a ghost in my mirror called Rob, and he will have sex with me if I call on him? Can't be... must be my imagination. I tried to put the idea out of my head as I got ready for bed. I finished washing up, went into my tent with my toiletries bag, zipped the tent flap closed, and got into my sleeping bag. I got comfortable, the air mattress under the sleeping bag helping to keep things soft. As I lay there, the thought of the ghost came back. And thinking of the ghost reminded me of what he said, that I wanted, no, needed sex, and that he was here to give it to me, to satisfy me. And all I had to do was ask. I knew I'd never get to sleep until I tested the mirror to see if it was true. So, I reached for my toiletry bag, pulled out the mirror, opened it, and called for him.

"Ghost, are you there?"

"Rob, your personal ghost, at your service."

I nearly fainted. He answered. He was there.

"Will you make love to me, ghost?"

"Yes, I will. Just a moment."

And like magic, suddenly a man appeared in my tent, standing near the door flap, about six feet tall and naked, and well-built from what I could see in the lantern light. This was suddenly exciting, and I was getting turned on by it. Then he spoke.

"Hello, Davia. As I said, I'm your personal ghost, Rob. I'm here to give you a memorable sex experience, to satisfy your erotic needs. Are you ready?

"Yes! Please do what you will with me, my ghost!"

"As you wish. I see you sleep naked, so if you'll just roll onto your stomach on top of the sleeping bag, we can get started."

I did as he asked and lay on my tummy, and he started to rub my shoulders. It felt good and was very relaxing as he worked his way from my shoulders down my back to my rear, then down my legs. At my feet, he reversed and rubbed my legs back up to my rear. Then he stopped and spoke.

"First I'm going to spank you for not believing in me," Ghost Rob stated.

He pointed at my waist, and suddenly there was a large, rolled towel under my hips, pushing my rear up. Then he smacked my left cheek with his strong hand, followed by my right. The quickness with which he went from saying he'd spank me to doing it surprised me, but I liked it. Could he know I liked to be spanked, and that this was hardly a punishment to me? He continued to spank my rear, alternating cheeks, spanking harder sometimes and softer other times. I was getting turned on by his swats, and squirming a little under his heavy hand.

After several minutes of enjoyable spanking, he stopped, my cheeks were a little sore and a nice pink hue, but I didn't mind. He moved his hands to my rear and squeezed my cheeks a few times, then slid his hands down my legs, took my ankles and pulled them apart a few feet. My pussy was now exposed, and he wasted no time in finding it with his fingers. The ghost ran a finger up and down my slit, slowly opening my tender folds to his touch. He caressed me lightly, and it was a turn-on like no other. How did my ghost know being spread and fingered was another thing I liked? Well, maybe all women liked it, but still... He kept it up while adding a regular graze over my clitoris to the mix. At the rate he was going, I'd be having my first orgasm any time. But he stopped shortly after he started.

"Now I'd like you to roll over onto your back," he said.

I rolled over as he asked, and as I rolled, the towel which was rolled up under my hips became folded neatly under my rear, lifting my hips and pussy to a position of importance. Once I was settled, Ghost Rob took my wrists in his hands and moved them above my head, where he nodded his head at them, and they suddenly had lashes on them and were fastened to the tent floor; I've no idea where the lashes came from, or how he fastened them to the floor... I guess ghosts can just do that sort of thing with a nod. Next, he grabbed my ankles and spread them apart, and nodding again, they had lashes on them as well, and were secured to the tent floor. I was naked and spread wide open on the sleeping bag, my pussy raised and on full display, and I was quite helpless to do anything about my situation. Another thing I liked, but how could he know?

As I lay helpless, Rob the ghost placed a kiss on my ankle, followed by a lick of his tongue across my leg at the same spot. He did the same on my other ankle, a kiss and lick. It felt tickly but still good. His mouth marched up my legs, alternating to keep things even, kissing and licking me as he went. When he got to my inner thighs, he kissed me as before, but now he licked that more sensitive skin in long, soothing stretches. It was erotic in its feel, and even more so since he was nearing my unguarded pussy, which was getting wetter by the minute. Each kiss and lick was sending jolts of excitement through me, all translating into leaking my pussy juices onto the towel. My arousal was taking over me as he reached my snatch.

At this point, he put each of his hands on one of my breasts, cupping them, fondling them. He squeezed each one, traced circles around my areola, and ran his fingers over my nipples. After teasing me in this manner for a minute, he placed my nipples between his thumbs and fingers and squeezed them a little, rolled them, and twisted them, all to my immense enjoyment. While he continued to play with my nipples, he moved his head to my crotch, and I could feel his breath on my wet pussy, a cool prelude to his mouth and lips meeting my pussy lips.

He kissed my labia and inserted his tongue into my slit, licking me up and down, opening me up to his desires. His repeated licking aroused my tender nerves to his oral incursion, and I squirmed in delight as he tasted my juices and stimulated me even more. He soon found my clit and his tongue's touch jolted me as I shook with pleasure at its contact. He continued to lick my slit up and down, swirling my clit with each passing, and causing me to shiver in ecstasy.

With one hand remaining on my breasts, squeezing them and playing with my nipples, he moved his other hand to my pussy, finding my opening and circling it before pressing a finger into me. In short order, he added a second finger, and began to finger-fuck my vagina as he kept his mouth on my slit just above. His tongue was skillfully licking and assailing my clit, and my arousal was reaching heights that would soon cause me to explode in orgasm.

But as my breasts and pussy were rapidly ascending that mountain of sexual delights, ghost Rob stopped. He pulled away and lay on his back beside me, then asked me to mount him, to impale myself on his erection while facing him. I quickly realized the lashes restraining me were gone, and I could move. Another ghost trick, I guess, but I didn't care. As turned on as I was by his nipple and clit play, I didn't need to be asked a second time, and I straddled him and hopped on his penis in a flash!

With me on top, he ran his hand back to my pussy and resumed caressing my slit and diddling my clit. He told me I could "drive" or he would, which I took to mean I could initiate fucking him, or he'd do me. I was so turned on, I quickly started rocking my hips to raise and lower my pussy on his stiff cock, which would have driven me to an orgasm by itself, but with his fingers playing my slit and clit as well, it was only a matter of time. And not much time, as it turned out, before I started to jerk and spasm, and to my surprise I squirted too, wetting his hand and penis as they drove me to wild orgasms. I tried to muffle a scream as I came so hard I was afraid I'd pass out. I didn't, but the intensity was there still there, and I rocked, squirted, and pressed myself against him, wanting his penis to be devoured by cunt, to be as far inside me as I could make it. Over and over I pushed my vagina against his cock, driving it into me, driving me wild. Finally, I squirted my last squirt and had nothing left. I was completely spent and collapsed onto his chest, my breasts squashed against his, my head resting over his shoulder. And then I fell asleep.

When I awoke sometime later, I was alone. My personal ghost was nowhere to be seen. But I knew that he had been there, that he had fulfilled his promise to satisfy me sexually, and he had, so completely! I knew he was in the mirror, waiting, and all I had to do was call him and he'd do it all again.