The response surprised him, Wayne expected her to chicken out. The idea of lying on top of a body seemed spooky, even if it was six feet underground. He waited for Danica to stop, to admit she was bluffing, but she didn't. She stretched out on the grass and folded her arms just below her breasts. He looked at the headstone. Stanley Wilkinson 1894-1917, Lieutenant Army Air Corp. The name sounded familiar, but he wasn't sure why. He guessed there was a street named after him or a monument in town. He looked back at Danica, she appeared to be asleep. He reclined on the soft grass and closed his eyes.
Something stirred deep below the young woman lying on the ground. A spirit had been awakened by a very specific combination of factors. Effortlessly it passed through the earth as it had many times before. But unlike every one of its previous journeys the surface was not a barrier, rather it was a conduit to a very special individual. A short distance away another spirit awoke and followed a similar path.
The soft rustle of the grass caused Danica to open her eyes. She had not been sleeping, just trying to imagine what it would have been like to be alive in 1917. No internet, no cell phone, no worries about nuclear terrorism or global warming. It seemed like another world. She turned and looked at Wayne. He appeared blurry; she blinked a few times and tried to focus. The haze faded away and she saw him sit up and turn towards her. When he looked at her she felt something different. It took her a few seconds to realize it was desire. Not just the usual schoolgirl crush, something inside her wanted to feel him.
Wayne wasn't sure how he came to be sitting up. He remembered lying down on the grass and now he had turned to face Danica with his legs extended outward. Something did not seem right, the woman in front of him was subtly different that Danica, her hair was a bit longer and her skin was lighter. He began to think he was dreaming. Wayne tried to stand up, but his body refused to budge. He tried to speak, but there was no sound. He concluded it was a dream, and he was nothing but a spectator in it. He saw Danica open her eyes and look towards him. Her mouth moved, but he heard nothing. This was turning out to be a strange dream.
In the blink of an eye Danica found herself standing in front of Wayne. His face was blurry again, she thought she was seeing double. His lips were moving, but she could not make out what he was saying. She tried to read his lips, and the first word she made out sent her mind reeling. He had said Vanessa, her long dead aunt's name. Danica let her eyes relax and when the double vision went away she realized she was looking at Stanley just as he appeared in the locket around her neck. She pinched herself, surely this was some kind of bizarre dream, but the tingle of pain as she squeezed her skin between her fingers indicated otherwise. She tried to step back, but this time her body refused the command to move. She realized Wayne had put his hands around her waist.
Time seemed to move in fits and starts as Wayne's dream progressed. He stared at Danica for what seemed like a long time, and then the world seemed to fast forward and he was standing with his arms around her, pulling her body against his. Her firm breasts flattened against his chest and her warm breath flowed over his neck. He liked where the dream was going.
The same sense of longing Danica felt each time she visited her great; great aunt's grave was back, stronger than ever. It seemed to diminish as Wayne's arms wrapped around her body. Something strange was going on, she wondered if someone had slipped a roofie into her drink. The double vision and dreamlike state should have been setting off alarm bells, but Danica felt quite at ease. She wasn't sure what was happening, but her instinct said to relax. She looked up at Wayne, something was quite different. His eyes looked the same, but his face had changed. His nose was a bit crooked, like it has been broken at some point. The most noticeable difference was the full beard. She reached up and stroked his face. Her fingers disappeared into his facial hair, but she could not feel it. As she stared at his face it began to return to its familiar appearance. Danica half closed her eyes and relaxed and his appearance changed again. The beard returned and her fingers could feel the coarse hair on his face. She wasn't sure if she was dreaming, had been drugged or if the cause was something else, but she decided not to fight it. She felt comfortable and safe, which surprised her since she was standing in the middle of a cemetery at midnight.
This wasn't the first time he had held Danica in his arms, but it was the first time he had done it with an erection. He had no doubt she was aware of his condition, her body was pressed tightly against his, there was no way she could miss the bulge in his crotch. Her breasts were flattened against him, but between his costume and hers he could not tell if her nipples were hard. He looked down at her, something was different but he could not put his finger on it. Her lips were moving but he could not make out the words. Then suddenly their lips met. Kissing Danica was something he had thought about for years, but never acted on. He had fantasized about it, but what he had imaged paled in comparison to what he felt at the moment. His lips moved to her ear, then down her neck. His fingers sought out the zipper on the back of her dress. This had to be a dream; Danica would never want him to do this, especially in the middle of a cemetery. Wayne didn't care that he had no control over this dream, it seemed perfect.
When the zipper reached the middle of her back the dress slipped off her shoulders, revealing her breasts. Danica didn't regret her decision to go braless, even thought it meant she was now half naked in a graveyard. She kept her eyes closed as she felt his soft lips moving further and further down her body. The rough hair of his beard brushed against her nipple, sending a shiver down her spine. His hand caressed her other breast. She had let one or two dates get to second base, but it was nothing like this. There was no awkwardness, just his fingers pressing into her flesh. His tongue circled one nipple as his fingers tugged on the other. She knew she was moaning loudly, but wasn't sure if any words were coming out of her mouth. A tingling sensation began to spread out from between her legs and she had no doubt that she was getting wet.
Danica's breasts were exactly as he had imagined them. Her nipples were not what he expected. Wayne thought they would be just a few shades lighter than her skin, with areola about the size of a pencil eraser, but they were much darker. Danica's nipples were more of a pyramid than a pebble on top of her breast. He cupped her breast in his hand as his lips moved closer and closer to her nipple. This wasn't the first time his hand had been on a woman's breast, but they have always been covered by some kind of clothing. Feeling her naked tit in his hand made his cock ache. Wayne began to wonder if this really was a dream, Danica's tits certainly felt real enough.
For the first time in almost one hundred years Stanley looked at the face of his beloved. She had told him that nothing could separate them, not even death. He had discounted her promise as being overly dramatic. In her letters to him she explained that there was a magical bond between them and somehow he would find his way back to her. Now as his spirit finally took control of the body he finally understood fully what she had told him.
His family had arranged for him to be buried next to her instead of in Europe, where the rest of the men that fell in battle with him were laid to rest. It was in death that he learned that Vanessa had been telling the truth. It had been both a blessing and a curse. He could sense that she was nearby, but he was helpless to do anything about it until certain conditions were met, and tonight everything had come together. He was surprised at how easy it was to assume control of the young man's body. Any guilt he felt about commandeering it vanished when he saw Vanessa. She was as beautiful and sexy as he had remembered. He commanded the body to stand and walked to her.
"Stanley," the young woman cried out. He recognized the voice as Vanessa's. The outfit she was wearing was a bit out of character, but he appreciated the way she looked in it.
"Vanessa," Stanley replied.
"We are finally together, but I fear it is not for long," she said.
"Then we should make the most of it," he said, wrapping his hands around her. The feeling of her body was better than he remembered.
"I suppose this is our first night together as husband and wife," she replied.
She had a secret that only Stanley knew. There were members of her family that practiced magic. They had cast a spell that had joined her with Stanley. By adding her strength to his they had hoped to increase his chance of surviving the war. What it had done was give him the ability to perform a heroic act that saved many of his fellow soldiers, but the price was that when he perished so did she. It was a risk she had been aware of and a cost she was willing to bear to be with him forever. The wedding ceremony that had been held at her burial was a mask for the final part of the spell. Tonight the labor of her family finally bore fruit as she and Stanley were once again able to be in each other's arms.
He quickly began to kiss her, expressing decades of desire with his lips and tongue, he practically devoured her soft flesh as he unzipped her dress and let it fall away from her nubile body. He had only seen her breasts once before, they had gone skinny dipping and felt very daring at the time. It was at a lake not far from their present location. He recalled the way the water lapped at her breasts as she floated on her back. Just like that night at the lake the full moon illuminated her gentle curves and dark nipples. Stanley pressed his mouth against her in a manner that did not reflect well on his upbringing. This was not a time to be a gentleman. He swirled his tongue around the crinkled flesh of her nipples and then lightly bit her with his teeth. The moan that emanated from her mouth was the sweetest sound his ears had ever experienced.
Vanessa considered her overly sensitive nipples a blessing. She had taken herself to the very edge of orgasm just by pinching and tugging on them. More than once she had fantasized about what her lover was doing right now. She looked down at him as he engulfed one of her breasts in his mouth and the other in his hand.
"Oh, oh, oh, yes," she moaned.
Stanley's response was muted by the flesh in his mouth, but she could feel his voice in her breasts and that only aroused her more. If she had been masturbating she would have put one hand between her legs and rubbed her clit until she came, but tonight she chose to leave it all to him.
Pushing her dress down until it fell to the ground Stanley continued to explore her body. He cupped her ass in his hand, pressing his fingers into the cleft between her two cheeks. Even though he was limited to seeing her tits he knew that she was almost naked.
The realization that her great-great niece did not wear a bra or panties caught Vanessa off guard, she did not expect to be naked quite so quickly. She looked up at Stanley, who was still fully dressed.
