This a ghost story. Almost all the characters are figments of my imagination, except for one - Susan, who is my wife. She is a blonde and was a tour guide, amongst other things, which is what prompted me to write this story.
Susan was sitting at an outdoor restaurant in the old part of the city, sipping a glass of cold white wine and contemplating her trip so far. It was the tail end of summer and the weather was turning chilly, but that meant there were fewer tourists to mar her stay. Her job as a tour guide allowed her ample opportunity to travel and occasionally, she was able to jump on a trip as an extra passenger to visit places she hadn’t been to before. This had been an enjoyable trip, if a little lonely and she was looking forward to the flight home the following afternoon.
As she sipped her wine, she wished she had worn something warmer as her blouse was thin and did nothing to keep the cold out. She was, she knew, the quintessential California girl. She was very attractive, with blonde hair down to her shoulders and had that sunny disposition that girls that grow up in the sunshine always seem to have. As usual, she wore no bra and she felt her nipples were reacting to the chilly air in this east coast town. She idly wondered whether she should go back to the hotel and get a jacket.
She was startled from her reveries by a loud voice.
“Caroline? I don’t believe it!”
Susan looked up and there was an attractive-looking man looking quizzically at her.
“Its been, what, three years! What brings you here of all places?”
Susan smiled at him, wanting to say that he’d made a mistake, but finding it hard to get a word in edgeways, such was his enthusiasm at apparently finding the elusive Caroline.
“Well I….” she started to say but her companion interrupted her.
“This is fantastic! When you left, you didn’t leave an address. I tried to get in touch with you, but no luck. I’ve got a new apartment, it’s just close by, do say you’ll come and see it?”
He looked earnestly at her and she hadn’t the heart to say no to him. Besides which, he was quite attractive and maybe an evening with him would be pleasant. She had nothing else planned. And, truth to tell, who hasn’t thought of being someone else just for a day?
He generously settled her check with the waiter, who obviously knew him well, and they left the bar. He chatted on about the town, his apartment and his surprise at seeing her there. Susan looked at him as they walked. He was about her age, very attractive in a rugged kind of way wearing a black polo-neck sweater and gray trousers. They soon arrived at an old building that had been converted into apartments. He opened the front door and led her up to his apartment on the second floor. It was attractively furnished in a bachelor style and he animatedly showed her around the two bedroom place.
“I must make a quick phone call. Make yourself at home. What can I get you? Glass of wine?” he asked.
Susan nodded and smiled as he almost ran into the kitchen in his enthusiasm. Whilst he busied himself with a bottle and glasses, she wandered about the living room. Something caught her eye and she stopped to take a closer look, just stifling a gasp when she realized what it was she was looking at. It was a framed picture of herself with two men, each with an arm around her waist. One was her host, but the other she didn’t recognize. It certainly looked like her in the picture, the same blonde hair, same look, but she didn’t recognize the location and knew it couldn’t possibly be her. It must be the elusive Caroline, she guessed, which would explain his excitement at seeing her in the bar. She looked closer and there was a note in the corner of the picture that said “to Jim and John, love Caroline.”
Just then, he arrived back with two glasses, and seeing her looking at the picture, put them down and came behind her and put his arms around her waist and leaned his head against hers. It was a very affectionate gesture and Susan was beginning to envy Caroline.
“Do you remember where that was taken?” he asked.
Caught, Susan didn’t know what to say, so she turned and put her arms around him and kissed him. It was a long slow kiss, full of times remembered and things left unsaid.
He was the first to break the kiss. He stood back, her hands in his, and said “I phoned John and he will be over in an hour. I know he wants to see you too.”
Susan guessed that John was the other man in the photograph, which meant that her host must be Jim by process of elimination.
“We have a little time to ourselves. Come with me.”
Susan allowed herself to be lead into the bedroom. Jim turned to her and started to unbutton her blouse.
“Oh!” thought Susan, as she watched his fingers undo each button, then impatiently ripping the blouse to reveal her breasts. Buttons popped as the material parted. She watched his face as he looked down at her breasts, his hands carefully caressed her skin and she closed her eyes as she felt his fingers on her nipples, teasing them into hard little points.
“I hardly know this man, but then its not really me at all that he’s playing with” she thought to herself, “I’m Caroline, not Susan and what he wants is Caroline.“
She opened her eyes, reached out and started undoing his shirt, starting slowly then faster as he put his mouth on her left nipple and started to nibble at it, his left had still squeezing and playing with its right hand twin. She pulled his shirt out of his trousers and undid his belt and then he put his arms around her. He undid the zip on her skirt, sliding it off as she fell backwards onto the soft cover of the bed. He took off his shirt then lifted her legs fully onto the bed. He stood back and he pulled his underpants off, letting his cock spring free. She looked down at it, knowing that his 8” of circumcised hardness would be hers if she said yes. She looked up at him and saw the determination in his eyes. She knew that look - he had to have her right now. She reached forward and took his cock in her hand, then slowly rubbed it back and forth. She looked up at him as he took his shirt off, then Susan lay back and watched him, knowing that she had made her decision, she was Caroline and she would give him what he wanted.
He positioned himself carefully between his legs and slowly entered her. Susan lifted her legs to make it easier for him and put her arms around him. He needed no further encouragement, he worked his cock further inside her until it was as deep as it would go. Then he slowly withdrew, then pushed forward again, setting off a steady rhythm that Susan began to enjoy. He leaned down and kissed her as his cock continued to push into her. She felt herself relaxing, lifting herself up to meet his thrusts. She felt him start to tense, then suddenly, felt his cock pulse inside her as he came. He kissed her as he withdrew from her. Susan felt slightly cheated that she hadn’t come too but perhaps there would be time later, she thought. He was rather attractive and she wouldn’t mind doing that again with……Jim, that was his name.
Jim said “I can’t tell you how long I’ve waited for that!”
And then he leaned forward and kissed her again.
“You can take a shower if you like, its through there on the left.”
“Thanks,” she replied “I’d love a shower!”
“I thought you‘d say that! Follow me!”
Before Susan could say “wait a minute!”, she found herself in the shower with Jim. He soaped her all over, washing her back, touching, feeling everything. She felt his fingers exploring, touching, playing with her nipples, a finger inside her here, another inside her from behind there. She lost herself in the feeling that she was Caroline and this is what they did everyday.
Stepping out of the shower, he gently dried her with a big fluffy towel. She felt pampered and spoilt. She envied Caroline.
“I kept some of your clothes when you left, they’re in the closet by the bedroom door” he said as he pulled on a pair of trousers.
“What on earth did you keep stuff for?” she replied.
