“Misty Creek. Affordable Rates. Open for dinner” the sign said.
They were supposed to make it to Seattle, but – because life happens – it was late, dark, the car was almost out of gas, and there was no Internet access to look for a gas station nor a nicer hotel.
Misty Creek would have to make do. After all, the rates were affordable and…
…as soon as they walked past the front door, it felt like being back in the ’60s. The place hadn’t seen a furniture upgrade since after the Johnson administration. But, of course, it was about to undergo one next week. They only had one room available, one queen sized bed. And only sandwiches for dinner. Nearest gas station? 20 miles. Tow truck? Not a chance, not unless they were stopped in the middle of the highway.
Nicole and Stephen sighed. “Fine, we’ll take the room. And the sandwiches. And all the booze you have” they said, only half-jokingly. The big boss had sent them on this trip to try and salvage the company’s most important business relationship. The cute and yet ruthless sales manager and the smart but nerdy engineering lead, they were their employer’s best asset in this circumstance. And they were starting their mission by being a day late. They used the hotel’s landline to let everyone know of the hiccup, and then, slightly tipsy, headed towards their room for the night.
“Watch out for Christine”, the only employee on site, waiter, chef, maid and receptionist all at once, told them
“Who’s Christine?” asked Nicole
“Oh just the hotel ghost” replied with a wink Mr. Townsend, before disappearing down the hallway.
Now, Nicole was many things, but courageous in the face of otherworldly threats was not one of them. And even though she had always kept a very professional demeanor with Stephen, as it behooves a married woman and a professional, she couldn’t help but get close to him, and ask for protection from the evil spirits.
“Yes, yes, I will shield you with my very own body” he reassured her, surprised to discover this side of his crush. For, you see, Stephen was single, a bit of a womanizer, and very much into Nicole. He had pleasured himself to fantasies of her petite body more than once, and only a deep passion for keeping himself steadily employed stopped him from asking her out. Yes, he knew she was married, and no he didn’t care.
They reached the room, locked the door, and arranged to take turns going into the bathroom to get ready for the night. Stephen went first. He usually enjoyed sleeping naked, but on this occasion he accepted that he had to wear something. Boxers and a t-shirt it would be. As for Nicole, her pink nightgown left very little to the imagination. It caressed her perky A cups to perfection, and if one looked with care and at the right angle, one could even see a hint of a bush. It was Stephen’s wet dream, but real life. Everything he adored in a woman, she had. Ice blue eyes, curly dark blonde hair, you named it, he wanted it, she had it. “Oh what a lucky bastard her husband is” he thought to himself as he climbed into the bed, turned around and wished her a good night.
He was awoken a few hours late, by Nicole’s warm body pressed firmly against his, and her voice whispering in his ear. “Stephen, Stephen” she called.
“Uhhmn uhhm what? what?” he tried to mutter.
“I hear noises, of the ghost” she told him, genuine terror in her voice. “Can I…” she tried to say, before blushing so much she was sure he could see it even in the complete darkness.. “can I sleep hugged to you?” she asked sheepishly.
It took him a moment to compose his thoughts, and a moment or two before his blood found its way back out of his cock and into his brain. “Yeah, yeah, sure” he answered, as she squeezed herself tight around him, and he could feel every inch of her body. He could have drawn a painting of her just from that feeling. He turned on the bedside lamp, looked at her, his eyes half closed from the sudden light, moved a lock of her hair out of her eyes, and whispered that they would be fine, that Christine wouldn’t get to them. And then he kissed her. What had happened? He had no idea. It was pure instinct. He felt so close to her, he felt her so woman, so feminine, so irresistibly beautiful and sexual, that he just couldn’t contain his desire. And he kissed her.
He expected her to withdraw, to be mad even, but instead, she returned the passion of his lips. She kissed him back. Eager. Willing. Their tongues met, danced in their mouths, their fingers locked. She climbed on top of him, panting, her heart beating fast, and continued kissing him. They stared deep in each other’s eyes, as she started dry humping him. She found him hard, his cock throbbing with desire. She knew not why, but the fire of passion had been lit inside of her, and now she wanted him. As he wanted her. Her nightgown slipped off of her, his hands reached for her nipples, pinched them gently, made her hiss and moan. The pang of pain only adding fuel to the fire. She begged him to squeeze tighter. She begged him to bite her.
“What if I leave a mark?” he asked, worrying about her husband more than she did
“I’ll make something up. Mark me.” she answered, the urgency of desire in her voice.
He squeezed her hair, pulled her neck to the side, and sank his teeth into her, until he knew he had left his sign on her. Until she squealed with pain. “Fuuck” her first words, as he let go.
“Too hard?”, he asked, worried
“Fuck no. Just right” she told him, as she tried to take his boxers off, as her legs spread wide around his shaft
“I don’t have a condom” he warned
“Even better” were her words, as she stared into his eyes, and let his bare cock sink inside of her. She was everything he had ever imagined, and more. Her feminine core was tight and moist. It was perfection around his cock. And she rode him ever so fast. She rode him like she had a deadline and needed to meet it at all costs.
He moaned. She moaned louder.
In Nicole, he discovered a kinky lover full of fetishes and forbidden desires. She wanted to be choked. Bitten. She wanted to fuck him as she gasped for air. “Call me a dirty little slut” she told him. She was into ageplay. In those few minutes, she turned back into a barely legal virgin and he was the old pervert stealing her purity from her. She called him daddy, and yet she was the one in charge, she was the one driving him closer and closer to climax.
He tried to pull out, and she pinned him to the bed. “Not a fucking chance” she told him. The confusion in his eyes, and then that look in hers. That look of triumph, that look of ultimate power. “I am ovulating” she said, just a gentle soft whisper in his ear, but one that was sufficient. He froze. She rode him harder. One. Two. Three thrusts. And then it happened. He came. He couldn’t hold it any longer. To his own dismay and horror, she sucked the cum out of him.
She rolled off him, kept her legs up in the air, spread them wide, and finished herself with a few quick rubs of her clit. She shivered, moaned, and then her eyes closed, her cheeks flushed, and it was just a soft guttural sound that let him know, she had climaxed herself.
“The ghost is gone now. Maybe a Christine will grow inside of me after tonight” she told him, caressing her belly, before turning around and dozing off to sleep, leaving him with a thousand unanswered questions.
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