A Spirit's Touch

Thirty-One. Verbal Contact

A full day and night had passed since Sam left for work and as predicted he spoke of everything to Mel through messenger except anything related to the ghostly activity.

If Mel tried bringing it up he would dismiss it or ignore the subject completely.

This frustrated Mel as she was torn between enjoying the spirit's company and hating the whole ordeal completely without Sam's support.

In truth, she wanted Sam to be on her side and work together to solve the situation and remove the ghost from the equation.

However, since his stubborn ignorance was avoiding the matter, Mel was feeling more inclined to interact with the spirit more and accept its advances.

The first morning of the day after Sam left Mel had awoken to the firm kneeding of her breasts.

"Softer, they hurt," she exclaimed to Sam half asleep. Her mind was still groggy and she believed it was her husband fondling her as she woke up.

"Huh?" Mel murmured as the realisation struck that her husband was not there.

Invisible hands were pressed against her skin, it eased the pressure on her nipples from her request but continued to thumb them.

Should I be allowing this to happen? Mel pondered. Once again she knew she was doing wrong but the spirit girl's touch was just so beautiful. She certainly knew how Mel wanted to be touched. Mel's thoughts wanted her to stop but her body and her deeper mind wanted this to continue.

Melissa felt lips gently press against her nipples. This does feel too good to stop, she thought to herself. Her mind drifted back to a few mornings earlier when Sam had nearly caught the ghost in the act.

Part of her really wished he had. The spirit made herself visible to Mel that morning. She recalled being caught by surprise when she entered the spare bedroom and the girl was just stood by the window. She immediately faced Mel and grabbed the living woman. Before Mel could respond she felt herself expertly flipped and placed on the bed.

Her dress was lifted up and her underwear was torn from her body. Before she could react she felt her legs part open and a mouth instantly on her wanting vagina. Mel did very little to prevent that attack but as she remembered it, she was the one who opened her legs willingly. The spirit did not need to forcefully encourage her to do so.

It was not until they both heard Sam heading up the stairs that the ghostly girl stopped eating Mel's pussy and disappeared. Mel had just enough time to pull her skirt back down before her husband entered the room.

Mel wondered if she should have told Sam the full details of her intimate moments with the spirit. The girl had made love to Mel with her hands and tongue at least four times over those few days since she first pinned Mel down after chasing her out of the kitchen.

The white robe and thong Mel wore that morning did not stay on her body long and Mel grew to enjoy the spirit's touch and even longed for it after that moment.

Now, the spirit had awaken Mel once more by groping her delicate breasts and Mel cursed herself for being on her period so she could not encourage the spirit to go further.

Two more days on this and then I'll have a full day with the ghost without Sam before he gets home. Mel immediately kicked herself in her mind. She knew she was not supposed to be thinking like that. Her loyalty was to Sam, not this spirit, this girl, this sweet delicate girl who somehow knew everything that Mel wanted.

She began to wonder if the spirit even cared if she was on her period or not. Did that sort of thing phase a ghost? Mel knew some women did not mind but she was one of the ones that did.

"I don't know your name," Mel said aloud. "Are you Judith? Or was that a tenant?"

The groping of her boobs stopped and the spirit, who was already invisible, seemed to disappear completely in response.

"I'm sorry!" Mel called, "Is that name a sore subject?"

The wall knocked in response from the landing. The spirit wanted Mel to follow her.

Mel climbed out of bed and reached for her nightshirt and put it on. She followed the knocks and realised the ghost girl had gone down the stairs.

A sound from the kitchen indicated where the ghost was. Mel entered the kitchen and there she saw her.

The young woman appeared before her. She wore the same faded t-shirt and flared jeans as their previous meeting.

The ghost girl pointed to the kitchen worktop, "Judith."

Mel walked over to the worktop and placed her hand on it. The image of the woman in glasses in a compromising position returned to her mind.

"Judith," the girl repeated.

Mel turned to face her, "And what about you? What's your name?"

The young ghost thought for a moment, "Jersey, Mary, Felix... Julie." The spirit began listing the names it was previously called as if trying to find the one that fitted her. "My name is Julie," she confirmed with a smile. She spoke slowly as if talking was not something she did often or was willing to do much of.

"Julie," Mel repeated. "Nice to meet you. Couldn't you have told me upstairs though?"

Julie giggled as if she found the question funny. She turned away from Mel, thrusting her hip out playfully and she left the room.

Not wanting to stay behind Mel followed. However, she was set for disappointment as Julie was nowhere to be seen in the front room or even in the bedrooms as Mel tried looking for her.

"Hello! Julie!" Mel called out. No answer.

Mel decided to lie on the bed once more. She closed her eyes and hoped sleep would come to her... Sleep or the spirit.

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