No apparitions have been harmed in the making of this story. All involved are over the age of 18 and none are based on real people, living or dead. Can dead people be considered real people? Hmmm. No matter! Read on! And enjoy! And if moved to supply a vote or a comment, Please!
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Being a ghost has its drawbacks, it isn't quite as much fun as they make it look in movies, on television or at theme parks. It doesn't exactly come with instructions, either. Mostly it is a solitary existence with no definite concept of time and limited senses. There are a few perks, such as, for me, I am able to visit the women's locker room at my former health club any time I want and observe some of the women I had known before my untimely demise. Which is where I am right now.
Here's the basics of what I know about being a ghost, so far. As I said, there is no instruction manual, I am kind of learning this as I go. First off, it doesn't seem to be anything about 'good' or 'evil'. It is more about energy and that is what we, ghosts, consist of. If your energy is somehow separated from your body, it remains while your body... um. Doesn't.
It seems to be mostly solitary, which isn't always bad. I have seen and 'talked' with a few kindred spirits, but you know how it is when you see movement out of the corner of your eye? And you turn, but nothing is there? More often than not, that is what it is like. When I have met another spirit, it can be like a vapor or once it was a semi transparent human form. He was standing in a rain shower, so I think that had something to do with his visibility, but like I said, I'm figuring this out as I go.
Ah, here comes Debbie. Back in the day, she was always such a tease. Several of us marveled at how tight her outfits were, we swore she purposely bought them at least a size too small. When she would bend, the material by her ass would be so shiny that it was almost transparent. Same thing up top. The sports bra top she wore always had two pert nipples outlined.
Now I was able to see the whole thing. As I said, one of the few advantages of being a ghost is I can be the voyeur I always wanted to be without the fear of being caught. Looks like Debbie is not going to disappoint. She is beginning a slow, deliberate strip tease. I wonder if she is doing it for herself or for some of the other women in here. Or maybe she knows I'm here watching her. In spirit. Sometimes I even made myself chuckle. But I watched as the lithe body removed each piece of clothing. Deliberately. One item at a time. They slowly folded or hung up each piece in her locker.
It didn't take long before her top was bare. She arched her back slightly and used her hands to press her breasts from the sides, making them come together. A few more movements of her hands to massage the two pillows of flesh, accentuated by the rosy areola and nipples that were about the size of pencil erasers. They responded positively to the attention.
We had always speculated about her chest, whether it was natural or 'manufactured'. Most of us had decided it was 'augmented reality', helped by some fortunate (and no doubt well paid) plastic surgeon. From my vantage point I could just detect a small remnant of a faint scar beneath each breast, answering the question. Of course I couldn't share it with anyone, but at least one of my mysteries had been solved.
The show continued, with Debbie peeling off a tight pair of jeans to show a 'why bother' pair of thong underwear that accentuated each ass cheek. These too were peeled downward leaving her completely naked. The self massage that had happened up top with her breast was repeated on her butt cheeks. A complete display for whomever was watching. If I had human hands, I would have applauded.
I looked around the locker room, there were a few women there, some just beginning their work out, others finishing, but each was looking at Debbie. Some overtly and some more subtly. All except one.
One woman across the room was looking in my direction. I had almost missed her because she was in the corner and in the shadows. I could almost swear she was looking at me. Then she waved. At me. I felt my eyes get big, or whatever would pass for a look of amazement in my ethereal form. I decided to wave back.
As soon as I did, she moved in my direction. The way she moved was not a walk, but more of a glide. As she crossed the room and came into more light I thought I could see items behind her, though her, like she was made of vapor. No one watched her, except me. They were still transfixed on the show that was Debbie while I watched the figure crossing the room. I must have looked like I had seen a ghost.
"Hello. You can see me?" The feminine figure spoke. I mainly heard the words in my head rather than through my ears, but I definitely heard a tender voice.
"Yes, I can see you, and hear you. I guess you see me as well." I am the master of the obvious at times. "I'm Tim. We're ghosts." Great opening line, right?
"Yes. I figured that part out, but it is all new to me. I'm Sue. You came here to watch that?" She pointed over her shoulder at Debbie who was struggling to put her too tight yoga pants on.
Funny, I felt like I could be completely honest with Sue, a fellow ghost. "Yes. I always wondered about her when I was alive, so I came in to see what her deal was after, well, after I, um, died." I fucking sounded like the perv I am. Or was. Whatever.
"Guess that accounts for why you are here. I'm still not sure why I'm here. I didn't die here, and I don't have any particular attachment. Whoever heard of a haunted gym, anyway?" Sue laughed at her own statement.
"Yeah, I was a member here, and I guess I wanted to be somewhere familiar. Want to go for a walk? Or whatever we do now? As I recall, this club was in a mixed use area, shops and apartments. Let's find a better spot to haunt, and I must admit, it is great to talk to someone else. Great meeting you, Sue."
We glided out of the locker room, the show had ended anyway. A little stroll around some of the shops, checking out people and window shopping. Hardly anything scary or what I had always considered 'ghostly behavior'. I did notice that a few of the dogs bristled as we went by and a child or two pointed. I couldn't resist sticking out my tongue at one young kid in a stroller. Her mouth fell open and the binky popped out, followed by a wail that seemed worthy of an apparition.
"Well, that was a bit rude. Do you make scaring children a regular pastime, or just voyeurism? I think I see why you haven't found eternal rest." Sue sounded mildly annoyed.
