Joan was alone in the house that night, her husband Mike had to hurriedly catch the last New York flight as his firm had called the conference at eleventh hour. Joan had never stayed all alone in her life and didn't want him to go but she also understood how important his career was for their future.
Their house was the last one in the lane, only deep and deserted woods started from there. Joan liked peaceful places where she could enjoy her writing work and that had factored into their decision to buy the house two months ago. But now, Joan was dreading being all alone in her bedroom in the midst of a quiet night. To distract herself, Joan decided to check her WhatsApp messages.
But as soon as she turned to fetch for her phone, Joan trembled in fright as she saw a shadow in the cupboard mirror. But a moment later, it was no longer there. Joan shut her eyes tightly and convinced herself that it was all her imagination. She started thinking about what Mike must be doing right now, had he checked into the flight already? Joan slowly started drifting into sleep.
In the corner of the bedroom, the "ghost" was watching her every movement. "Twelfth family" he said to himself. He had actually kept a watch on them from two months, right since the day they came to that house and started living. But he hadn't surprised them because they hadn't disturbed his store-room yet and let it be locked. But today morning, Mike had broken the store-room door out of curiosity and that had irked the ghost a bit.
The ghost wasn't exactly a benevolent person when he was alive and neither was he a poltergeist. Nevertheless, he did enjoy making sudden noises and frightening people (like he just did to this young lady in the room when she had glanced in the mirror!). But alas, he couldn't have his "revenge" on the guy who had disturbed his deep slumber by breaking into his store-room this morning, he seemed to have gone away somewhere. But he will frighten this lady and seek his revenge, nonetheless.
As the ghost glided across the bedroom to frighten Joan, he noticed two things.
First, the lady seemed to be falling asleep, it'd be a bit difficult to scare her if she didn't even notice or see him. Secondly, he also noticed that the lady was extremely beautiful. She must be in her mid twenties, had a supple and athletic body, and was lying on the bed almost naked with nothing but a white colored bra and shorts to cover herself.
The ghost couldn't believe that he was feeling lustful instincts as he glanced towards the distinct dot in the center of her soft belly which was undoubtedly her navel. It must have been at least decades if not centuries since he had ever felt even remotely like that. Nature doesn't usually let these weirdos have carnal instincts because its of no use if you can't touch anything.
In order to have sex, its important to be able to touch and feel things and ghosts can't do that you see - in 99% of cases, that is. But in some rare instances (as the ghost was about to find out), some ghosts do get the "touch" power only for a limited time.
But the ghost didn't knew that yet. He thought even if he couldn't touch her, he can still glide through her and try to enjoy that feeling. The ghost targeted her belly to be the epicenter for gliding and just dived towards it with a strong intent.
Thuddddddddd......
Unbelievable! The ghost's "head" hit something and it could only be her belly.
"Mmmmmmmm"
Joan moaned distinctly in her sleep as she felt a soft tickling sensation in her abdomen region. It felt somewhat enjoyable but she was too sleepy to notice. Joan continued to sleep and her thoughts again drifted to what Mike must be doing on his journey.
The ghost realized that if he played his cards right, he might just be in for the treat of a lifetime (if there is such a thing after becoming a ghost at all!). But it was extremely important that her thoughts were amenable to his for this to go smoothly. He glided and did a quick somersault in the bedroom right above the place where Joan was sleeping and the air suddenly started turning colder and colder.
As it happened, Joan's thoughts started drifting too but in a slightly different direction this time. She had always been suspicious that Mike was hiding something from her. Her suspicion turned worse when Mike decided that he won't take her to New York but will travel alone. Is he having an affair with someone? Is Mike really in a flight or sleeping with his secretary right now?
Joan suddenly became very angry on Mike as this thought struck her. She started shaking slightly with rage. Joan wanted revenge and she wanted it right now. As she was thinking about revenge, she felt a very cold and cloudy substance glide across her legs and kiss her navel.
"AAaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmm"
She moaned deeply. Joan thought she felt a kind of pleasure that she had never felt before in her whole life. It was so good and so fulfilling, thought Joan. It was as if some force was helping her ease the pain of Mike's treachery and she was extremely grateful to that force. The force was soothing, it was relaxing each and every nerve of her, Joan thought.
The ghost was indeed having his time besides Joan. Now that he had the "touch power", the ghost decided to give it a slight foreplay instead of attacking her belly directly. He started with her ankles and glided across her knees and thighs feeling her soft and milky white skin all the time. When he reached her nether regions, he decided to leave it for later and proceeded towards his main target - the belly button.
After reaching the target, the ghost did miniature rotations while pressing over it at the speed of several hundred RPMs (this is what gave Joan the feeling of a "kiss"). All the pleasures he was getting was too much for the ghost to handle, he drifted into sleep right there as did Joan.
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