Supernatural Seductions II
When Traci visits her boyfriend’s family at their country house, she gets a lot more than rest and relaxation—thanks to the hungry touch of a horny ghost soldier who uses his paranormal desires to make her orgasm all weekend long. These encounters bring Traci and Bill’s sex life to a whole new level, and she soon discovers that sex with a ghost is an erotically delicious experience in its own right.
Warning: Supernatural Seductions II (6,000 words) contains seductions from a hot and horny ghost soldier, a paranormal ménage à trois, a wet T-shirt incident, oral sex, anal sex, and an awkward walk in the woods.
The next day, Jeannie had to go to the college to deal with some paperwork and some issues in her department. I was fine with that, because it meant that Bill and I had the house to ourselves, and maybe I could distract him long enough to make love to me instead of his work.
He started working early that morning, so I had barely seen him. I knew if I was going to distract him, I would need to dress the part. I put on the tightest little blue jean shorts that I had, along with a white T-shirt—and no bra or underwear. If this didn’t get Bill’s mind off of hammers and nails, then someone needed to take my sexy card away because I just didn’t know what I was doing anymore.
I strutted outside and made my way toward the back porch. I walked passed Bill, didn’t say a word, and just bent over in his line of sight. When he didn’t say anything, I grabbed the hose from the side of the house and sprayed cold water all over myself. If hard nipples poking through a wet T-shirt couldn’t get him off, I didn’t know what would.
“If you’re trying to distract me, Traci, it’s working,” he said. “And you wonder why I don’t want you anywhere near construction sites.”
We both laughed.
“I just thought that since Jeannie had to go to the college today, maybe we could spend a little quality time together before she got back.”
“You did, huh?” he said, pulling me toward him and sticking his hand up my T-shirt. He cupped one of my tits in his hand and rubbed my hard nipple with his thumb.
“Well, yeah,” I said, reaching for the button of his jeans.
“Since you went through so much trouble to get my attention, I guess it’s about time for a break.”
I stuck my hand down his pants and went straight for his cock. He was rock hard and ready to go.
“Drill me,” I said as I began to stroke his shaft.
“Not out here, Traci, are you crazy?”
I was disappointed. I really wanted to put on a show.
“You’re no fun,” I said with a pout.
“We’ll see about that.” He picked me up and carried me into the house. I watched as the water dripped off my body and onto the rug. This was one more thing that I hoped I wouldn’t have to explain to Jeannie later.