Ghostly Lover a supernatural sex story

    Cricket's squeaked in the grass, singing the same nightly
song they had sung for millions of years. Frogs set up an unholy
chorus in the nearby wetlands, with thousands of tiny voices
singing to the blackness of a cloudy, moonless night. A gentle
breeze blew over the tall grass, cooling and refreshing the
otherwise muggy night air. The breeze set up a slight hiss in
the dry grass, cattails rattled and clicked softly bobbing in
excitement.
    Occasionally a dark shape would fly through the night sky,
stilling the music for a moment, then the chorus would resume as
each tiny creature determined it was safe.
    At the edge of these wetlands was a weeping willow,
whispering in response to the night breeze. Past the weeping
willow was a well manicured lawn, which surrounded an old,
slightly run-down house which at first glance might seem vacant,
but a closer inspection would reveal Samantha, a mother just past
33 years old, and her young daughter Jill who had just turned 14.
    The breeze blew into a screened window, causing a lacy white
curtain to flutter in the near darkness, broken only by a small
night light. It's scant light reflected off Samantha staring at
the ceiling. A trace of tears could be seen on her otherwise
classically beautiful face. Her light brown hair lay scattered
over her pillow. Her ample breasts were surging rapidly in
response to her inner thoughts. She was sad again, and so damned
angry at Jill. How could such a sweet girl at times, become such
an ungrateful little bitch at other times? How could she lay
there hating her own daughter, when she loved her so much? And
most of all, how could Dan, her late husband, leave her with so
much responsibility and so damned much loneliness? Sure, it
wasn't his fault that he died, but who's was it? Why did she
deserve such unrequited love, and so much loneliness. After a
year of living alone with her daughter, the pain was just as bad,
especially at night when she lay there alone in her bed. But she
would not soil those sheets with the sweat of another man, Dan
was her first and last love.
    Samantha turned violently on the bed and stared at the
window. The nightly chorus went unheard by her tortured ears.
The breeze which would have been so welcome a few hours before,
now went unnoticed. She felt tears starting again and quickly
dashed them from her face. As she closed her eyes, trying to
fall asleep, she whispered a silent prayer into the night, as she
had done so many times before. A prayer to end her loneliness or
to end her existence.

    As Samantha finally fell asleep the frogs continued to croak
and crickets continued to sing. A falling star flashed across
the sky, burning out in a brief display of brilliant fire. That
too went unnoticed. The sudden stillness of all of Earth's
creatures might have caused the hairs to stand up on the back of
anyone's neck, if anyone had noticed. But sleep had claimed the
only nearby residents of the area, Samantha and Jill. A white
film lifted from the grasslands lifting like smoke and trying to
form itself into a cohesive shape above the grass. After what
appeared to be a brief struggle against the forces of nature, the
white shape coalesced, becoming more defined. It was the shape
of a beautiful woman in Victorian era night clothes, a woman so
beautiful that men would have held their breath in anticipation,
and so frightening that their hearts would have frozen in terror.
    Determining if the apparition was either good or evil would
have been a heavy task. A trained observer might point out the
fact that even the creatures of the night were terrified of it,
but a man would point out how lovely and innocent the madonna-
like face looked, she had the aspect of a saintly vision of
beauty. A woman might point out the fact that many beautiful
things were equally as deadly. But there were no men around,
only two defenseless women deeply lost in sleep.
    The apparition stood silent for a moment with it's eyes
closed, then the vacant eyes opened and faced the house on the
low hill above. With a determined look it floated across the
grass and up the hill.

    Samantha groaned in her sleep. The trace of a smile twisted
her sleeping lips and she whispered incoherent phrases, then
snuggled into the pillow. The room seemed to glow slightly with
a white, phosphorescent light. Suddenly the apparition drifted
through the door and floated over to the bed. With a look of
tenderness the apparition watched Samantha's sleeping form. A
white, ghostly hand reached down and stroked her hair. The hair
lifted and fell back to the pillow in a neat bundle. The
apparition gently laid on the bed next to Samantha. With a
gentle hand it touched her firm stomach, then ran it's hand over
her soft, sweetly scent breasts.
    Samantha groaned in response and lifted her chest slightly to
meet the ghostly hand. The apparition leaned down and kissed
Samantha on the forehead, eliciting a waking response for the
first time.
    "Dear?" Samantha muttered. Her eyes fluttered open and
looked at the ceiling for a moment, then they were drawn to the
figure lying on the bed next to her. Her heart jerked in her
chest, but her body hardly moved.
    "What are you?" Samantha asked in a pleading voice.
    "An answer to your prayers," the apparition said in a voice
that had to be believed.
    "The angel of death?"
    "No, neither angel nor death," the apparition said with a
smile. "I have many names in many lands, but be assured that you
have nothing to fear from me. Women need never fear me."
    "Why?"
    "I was harmed by a man, not a woman. Call me Lady," the
apparition said, then bent down to kiss Samantha on the cheek.
Samantha closed her eyes and caught her breath.
    "I can feel you," Samantha said in wonder.
    "Of course."
    "But you feel so cold," Samantha said with a shiver.
    "Is this better?" The Lady asked, running her hand over
Samantha's cheek.
    "Oh yes, much better," Samantha answered wiggling slightly on
the bed. "But what are you?"
    "A force of nature. A compilation of many tortured souls who
cannot find peace, a... I am a lot like you, only... well I'm not
exactly alive, by your standards. Please, no more questions, I
don't have much time. I am here to fulfill your wishes, then I
must leave. Time is short."
    "Are... are you going to make love to me?" Samantha asked
breathlessly.
    "Absolutely. I already am," the Lady said running her hand
over Samantha's chest. Samantha closed her eyes and enjoyed the
first touch in over a year. It seemed much longer, endless
perhaps. The Lady ran a finger over Samantha's mouth. Samantha
puckered her lips in response. The Lady leaned down and touched
her ghostly lips to Samantha's. Samantha moaned and worked her
mouth on the Lady's. Samantha automatically reached up to rub
her lover's chest and her eyes flew open in surprise. Ghost or
not, the Lady had a more than ample chest. Samantha propped
herself up on one elbow and pulled open the Lady's night gown ......can you guess the rest ? read sexstories at smuterotica enter here

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