Brooke laughed as I toppled her onto her back. The bed gave a satisfying *flumph*, her hair pillowed out beneath her, and her legs settled on either side of mine.
"And what do you propose we do now?" I asked.
"Oh... I don't know," she replied innocently, staring off across the room and just as innocently raised the bottom of her shirt up over her tits, revealing them in all their jiggly glory concealed beneath their lacy black bra.
Grinning, I placed my hands on her bare midriff and gently massaged it, enjoying the feel of her skin beneath my palms.
"Do you really think this place is haunted?" I asked, peeling the bra away from her nipples.
"Sure," she enthusiastically assured me, watching intently as my fingertips teased her little brown buds into stiffness. "Have I ever been wrong before?"
I raised an eyebrow, wondering for a moment if she really wanted me to answer that.
"Not about the romantic ones," she quickly declared, reading my mind. "I'm never wrong about the romantic ones."
"This isn't perhaps just an excuse to have a vacation is it? Like the time you wanted me to be more vegetarian and eat healthy and all that, so you tried to convince me that my burgers were being poisoned by a beef demon." (She still called them ecto-meat.) I amused myself by pinching and tugging on her nipples.
"I can't believe you're still hanging onto that," she said.
"And what would you do with a ghost if you caught one?"
"I'd catch him in my ghost trap," she replied, yanking her shirt down over my hands. "Trust me," she continued in a more matter-of-factly tone, "there is a ghost, and we will see him. He died here after eloping with his lover, and he shows up every now and then when couples rent the room, especially around the anniversary of his death."
"Which is when?"
"Guess," she offered, smugly. "Actually, not tonight, but in three days. That gives us at least four days to see him, maybe more."
"And guess what," she demanded, grinning impishly.
"What?"
"Since he only shows at night, that means we have hours all to ourselves."
Now, who could argue with that? Grinning, I slipped my hands down to her waistband and peeled her jeans open, then started to work them down over her hips. Raising her legs in the air, the denim was quickly stripped off her along with the panties beneath them. Tossing them aside, I leaned over her for a kiss then helped Brooke struggle out of the rest of her clothes. As she flopped back down, my clothes quickly joined hers on the floor. Giving her a lusty smile I returned to my kissing and caressing. I worked my way down her body, nuzzling, licking and sucking every part of her I passed. From her lips I travelled over her neck and across her collarbone, letting my tongue dabble in the hollow of her throat. Brooke squirmed impatiently beneath me, enjoying the slow foreplay. Down over the swell of her tits, I paid loving attention to each dusky nipple, sucking and teasing them with my teeth, drawing sharp intakes of breath from her. From there down over her belly, gently skirting her pussy in it's manicured little bed of dark curls, and along the inside of a thigh, but not without pausing to send a warm breath skirting across it, drawing a moan and a hot shiver. My fingers busied themselves with light caresses on her other thigh.
"Oh, that's heavenly baby," she purred, trying to keep still enough to enjoy it. "I want to fuck," she declared with a whimper. Her hands drifted away from clenching the sheets to massage her chest with needy fingers.
I didn't grant her request. I sucked my way up her inner thigh back to her sweet pussy again. I sent another warm breath across it then curled my tongue up it's length, licking up some of the thick juice that slowly trickled from her. Parting the dark, swollen lips I pressed my tongue as deeply into the pink flesh they hid as it would go. Her breath heavy, hands clutching at my hair, Brooke writhed as I got down to business at last. It was only moments before I felt her hips shake. I'd have grinned to myself, but I was having too much fun. As my fingers joined my tongue it wasn't hard to keep her riding high.
"That's it, that's it," a voice suddenly blurted just as Brooke actually squealed, her legs tensing and her fingers gripping my head in a death-lock, "perfect... now slide up her body and put that dick to her lips. Oh, this is marvellous I tell ya. What a contrast, dark and light, beautiful, beautiful."
Needless to say, this didn't exactly do much for the erotic mood. It scared the hell out of us. I don't know about Brooke, but I half expected to find the middle-aged couple that ran the place were a lot kinkier than I took them for. I wished I'd remembered to put the 'do not disturb' sign on the door. Both our heads whipped around and I almost fell on my ass right off the bed I sat up so fast. There was a man sitting in one of the room's chairs. He was pale, or rather, practically transparent, and seemed to be dressed in shorts, sandals, a golf shirt and sunglasses.
"Cut! Cut!" he screamed. "What is the matter here, people?" he asked with a hint of irritation. "We're trying to shoot a scene here."
"Are you... " I started to ask, not believing my eyes.
