Peter had discovered of late, that there were in fact some benefits to being dead.
Being dead of course, was rather inconvenient, considering all his ambitions and plans. He missed being alive, but every day that he remained in this world as a spirit, his memories of family and friends, hopes and dreams, grew fainter and fainter. Most emotions had left him now, but there was one that strongly remained.
Lust.
After his death, Peter had remained in his old apartment. He hadn't had anywhere else to go. At first he spent his time wandering around the rooms that were the only familiar thing left in his afterlife, and tried to ignore the new tenant who had moved in. But then he found that watching her, could actually be quite interesting.
Peter didn't know her name. But he enjoyed watching her. She was neither tall nor short, not fat nor thing. But she had long dark hair, and dark-almond shaped eyes. Her curves were subtle, but enough to satisfy him. He started to watch her while she undressed at night, slipping into a short nightie that hiked up around her hips at night and revealed her lacy blue panties. Peter had been a handsome man in life, and perhaps if she had been able to see him, there would have been some attraction. But he was a ghost, and she could not see him. She could
feel
him though. He'd recently realised that there was nothing holding him back any more. He began to join her in the shower, not touching her, just standing behind her. He liked to see how her naked flesh shivered when she felt his cold breath on her back. Now and then he would nudge the soap so it would drop to the shower floor. And when she bent over to pick it up, he was treated to an excellent view of her pert rear. That was when he discovered that though he was dead, certain parts of his anatomy would still respond to a beautiful woman. While she was at work, he worked his shaft up and down, imagining her pert behind, those luscious breasts, and helped himself to release. And yet he was not satisfied. Neither was he tired from the effort.
One day he when she was undressing, he couldn't take it anymore. Moving behind her he grabbed her breasts from behind. She was shocked. Confused. She looked around but there was no one there. He let his hands stroke over her nipples lightly once more before letting her go. She hesitated, but shook the experience off as a cold spot, or a rush of wind or something. Uneasily dismissing the odd situation. The next day when she bent down to pull on her pantyhose his hands eased themselves over her ass, rubbing and pulling, stretching apart her ass cheeks to reveal her pink little anus, and further south her gorgeous pussy. She tripped over in shook, looking around for someone there, but there was no one. Hurriedly she pulled on the rest of her clothes, abandoning the pantyhose and rushing down stairs. She was scared now, he could feel it. But he was horny. His dick was hard and swelling, and unsatisfied. He followed her downstairs and decided he would make her a little late to work today.
The woman was down in the kitchen, organising her food for lunch. Raising his hand high, he brought it down with a sharp slap on her rear. She yelped in surprise and spun around. The kitchen was empty but for her, or so she thought. Moving behind her, he slapped her ass harder, and grinned as she cried out again. He was delighted at the colour it brought to her cheeks.
"Who's there?" she demanded. Her voice shook but her face was fierce. "Whatever kind of sick game you're trying to play, get out of here now."
Peter leaned in close and breathed cold air on the side of her neck. Her skin crawled. He smiled, and decided to up the game stakes. He lifted up her skirt and she gasped. The little noise she made rung around and around in his ears and tortured him pleasurously. He decided she needed to share in his torment. She was wriggling, trying to putt her skirt down, but she couldn't. Invisible hands held it up, exposing her lacy panties, red, this time. He chuckled at her antics, and with a lusty growl, ripped the skirt away. She cried out, and backed against the kitchen counter. His hands reached out again, grabbing a hold of her blouse, and tearing it open, spraying buttons left and right across the kitchen tiles. There was just a bra left between him and that silky flesh he'd seen so often in his mind. The red bra matched her panties, and as it undid at the front, he opened the clasp, exposing those beautiful breasts for all the world to see. She gasped, and tried to cover them, but used the pantyhose he had brought from downstairs, and used it to tie her arms behind her back.
Peter molested her breasts, rubbing at them, squeezing them, pulling them. His ghostly thumbs rubbed back and forth across her nipples, hardening them playfully. He loved the way her eyes darkened with shock. His mind still played back the way that she had gasped. He wanted to hear that noise again. He grinned, and leaned her over the kitchen bench.
"What? No!" she cried, as he slapped her ass again. He slapped again, and again, one cheek then the other, faster and faster. Once both her ass cheeks and her cheeks were flushed red, he began to play with her breasts again. "What are you - oh, wait-"
Her voice broke off, as he teased her nipples hard again, teasing them expertly. She moaned, despite herself, her face going red as she caught the noise. He only used that as an invitation. Making sure one of his hands kept her torso pressed into the bench, his other reached down, and slowly,
very
slowly pulled off her panties. She was surprised at this, and struggled a little. But his ghostly strength was far superior, and he left the panties on the floor around her high heels. They were already wet. No matter what she might say, she was turned on.
He leaned in close and whispered in her ear, "You like someone slapping you aye?" his eye caught the fruit on the bench. "Wonder what else you like?"
His fingers slipped down, playing with her clit. She let out another moan, as the invisible hands roved over her sensitive area. His fingers curled in the dark hair around her pussy, stroking and building the intensity faster and faster. He never ran out of breath, or slowed down. He didn't tire any more, and it wasn't long before her cheeks were red for a different reason. He built the pressure, slipping one finger, and then two into her wet pussy, plunging back and forth until she cried out, squirming against the bench in pleasure. Her breath came fast and at the look on her face his desire grew. He desperately wanted to stuff his hard cock inside her, and ram her until she could be pleasured no more. But he decided the pleasure could wait. He flipped her over, and hauled her up onto the kitchen bench, so she was lying on her back, her legs parted for some invisible man. He wanted her to see that there was nothing there. Her eyes widened once more. He untied her arms and hefted them up above her head, tying them this time, to the kitchen sink, making sure she could not escape. Even if she wanted to.
