A Spirit's Touch

Thirty-Five. Claire: Part Two 🔞

Smut Warning:

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Julie watched her new tenant with great interest as Claire fell into a daily routine over the coming weeks. She would arrive home around six and every other evening involved showering as soon as she entered the house.

Claire would then proceed to sit in the nude as she fulfilled her evening endeavours and hobbies. She was still unaware of the ghostly presence despite a few questionable creaks and knocks coming from the dark corners of each room.

The living woman did grow accustomed to keeping a blanket nearby as sudden bursts of cold air often surrounded her when she was in the living room or bedroom.

The spirit would often dare close the gap between herself and Claire which caused a shiver. Julie was building the confidence to try and interact with her new tenant.

Julie sat next to Claire on the sofa. The nude woman decided to read a book after her shower and appeared to be lost in the novel she was reading.

She pulled the blanket up close to her as the cold draft from the unknown source pricked at her skin.

Julie leaned in closer, forcing Claire to pull the blanket up to her shoulders. The living woman shuddered and scanned the room for evidence of the draft but saw nothing.

Reaching out, Julie's hand pressed on the end of the blanket, Oh, I wish I could talk to her. This would be a whole lot easier.

"Hello, Claire," Julie said aloud, but her words were lost. Claire ignored her, the barrier between the void that Julie was stuck in and the physical realm could not be broken by sound; at least not Julie's sound.

She moved her hand further up the blanket and this Claire did notice. The nudist lowered her book once more and looked down at the empty seat next to her. She felt something brush her foot.

"What the fuck was that?" This time Claire pulled the blanket fully around herself.

Julie stopped for several minutes before finding the confidence to place her hand on the blanket again, this time even further up until she was lightly touching Claire's calf. She brushed her hand upwards until she was touching the woman's thigh over the blanket.

Claire stiffened out of fright and placed the book down. She tried to stay cool and collective but in reality she wanted to get out of that room. "That's enough for one night. Go to bed, Claire." She told herself and stood up from the sofa still wrapped in the blanket.

Julie watched Claire leave the room and continued to sit motionless on the sofa. Am I being creepy? She asked herself. She thought about wanting to touch Claire's skin; wanting to feel the warmth of a human body. Claire's breasts filled her thoughts, What is wrong with you? Stop it.

Out of nowhere another thought, or memory, came to mind. The night of her murder, the man that had commited that horrible act to her.

Yet, it was not disgust or hatred that came with these thoughts. A curious tingle enveloped her spiritual body; arousal, something she did not believe a ghost could feel, stole her inner thoughts and crept over her like the morning sun heating the early riser.

What am I feeling? Julie thought nervously. She looked towards the door, an urge pulled at her to see Claire and she did not resist.

Before she knew it she was already stood by Claire's bed watching the already sleeping figure. The blanket had been tossed to the floor and Julie shook her thoughts for a moment to pick it up and place it neatly folded onto a chair.

She climbed onto the bed next to Claire who stirred herself to near awake, obviously not in a deep enough sleep yet. She was under the duvet but Julie could still make out her form. She lay as still as possible as to not disturb Claire more and she drifted back into slumber.

Julie placed her hand on the sleeping woman's waist. Claire laid on her side facing away from the spirit. Julie slowly stroked the duvet over Claire's feminine shape.

I shouldn't be doing this, Julie thought doubtfully. She went to pull her hand away but found she could not do so.

Her hand drifted softly upwards to Claire's bare shoulder. She pressed down lightly, causing a stir in the sleeping woman but she did not awaken again.

Julie slowly slid the duvet down, exposing Claire's body to her full gaze. Julie rubbed up and down her arm. She slid her arm to Claire's back and massaged her shoulders before brushing down her spine.

The spirit found the curved shape of Claire's arse and squeezed it firmly with intrigue fascination. She rubbed along the roundness of her cheek and pushed further downwards across her thigh.

Suddenly, Claire rolled onto her back and Julie quickly retreated her hand in a panic. Stop this, Julie. What are you doing? She questioned herself.

Claire's breasts were stood proud and Julie could not help but gaze upon their beautiful shape in the dim moonlight. Hesitantly at first she placed a hand on her torso just under her left boob and with her thumb, lightly caressed the curve of her flesh.

So soft and beautiful, Julie was mesmerised by the feel of another human, a fellow woman. Even when alive she had experimented with other girls and slept with a couple but she had always considered herself straight and convinced herself girls meant nothing.

Now however, she could feel excitement grow in anticipation of being given this chance to explore the real Claire; the splendour of her figure, the slight plump flesh of her warm body. The fear that Julie felt had vanished and was replaced by a new sensation.

Lust...

An overpowering feeling that Julie had not felt since way before the arsehole, Don, came into her life. She looked at Claire with this new desire coating her eyes.

Without further hesitation she moved her hand upwards cupping Claire's breast. Julie held her hand there for what felt like a lifetime. She gently squeezed the ample flesh, enjoying the warmth radiating from her areola as she brushed her fingers across Claire's nipple.

Julie pressed her lips against Claire's skin and was surprised she could taste as well as feel with her tongue. Claire was delicious and Julie enjoyed every brush of her tongue across the sleeping woman's breasts. Julie gently nibbled on her nipples causing a groan from Claire but she did not awaken.

Feeling bolder, Julie lowered her hand to Claire's vagina and she began massaging her lower lips and slowly pushed them apart.

Julie found her clit easy enough and began pressing her thumb against it and brushed it with her fingers. A sleepy moan escaped Claire's lips which caused excitement inside Julie.

She did not need any more encouragement and bit down on Claire's nipple as she slid two fingers inside of her while thumbing her clitoris.

Julie kept this up for several minutes and was struck with amazed excitement at the sight of Claire's body beginning to writhe beneath her. Claire's legs tightened and pressed together as Julie pushed her fingers in deeper. Suddenly her whole body shook and Claire yelped as her eyes opened wide and she stared at the ceiling in a frenzied high from an intense orgasm.

Julie had released her hand before Claire could contemplate what was happening and remove herself from the bed.

Claire sat up and looked around the room. "Who's there?" She called but saw no one. "Was it a dream?" She said softly to herself. A stunned look spread on her face when she stared down at the neatly folded blanket; the one she knew she had left on the floor.

Did someone sneak in her room and assault her into coming in her sleep or was she dreaming rather vividly? These and several other questions filled her mind as she tried to force sleep once more.

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This chapter concludes the past on how Julie became the spirit Judith knew. I'm sure you can guess what happens next.
If anyone is interested in knowing what Julie did with the other male and female tenants then maybe we can have some bonus chapters when the main story concludes. Let me know! 😋