Unpacking seemed like the right thing to do now that it had appeared her spectral roommates had settled down. After her dildo cascade Erin Parrish worried that she might have underestimated her new friends in the woodwork. It almost appeared as if they were toying with her in not so much a threatening way, but in good fun. She could handle that; her dildos were officially called toys anyway.
Alert every second for further mischief she divided her time with putting away what few kitchen items she had in her possession. Living at home with her mother after her father died to keep her mom sane for a year, she saw no need to invest in too many of her own needs. She was not into materialism really, outside of a nice vehicle and the essentials such as a TV. That was the one thing she hadn't thought through. No cable until she installed a satellite dish! Blu-Ray DVD's it was. Internet not possible at the moment. Her cellphone had little to offer other than conversation when her signal was strong enough out here in the boonies. So far that was not a migraine headache, the surrounding area had plenty of towers nearby. It was just receiving those signals through the treetops.
Here in God knows where Virginia she was just looking for peace and quiet, a place to lay roots and enjoy her life. With 12 horny spirits, a third she was barely aware of, and a former owner bitch for a Mistress making it 14 in her residence the peace might have gone out the window. But again, she had yet to be introduced to her. All in good time! Laying roots? She truly hoped it wouldn't be too soon, she rather liked living.
With no air conditioning she opened up her back screened in porch for ventilation until it grew dark. The timber around her home prevented any heavy breezes but it did ease the heat buildup of the noon day sun. Taking a break, she stepped out on to the porch, from there sat on the back steps leading down into her overgrown yard. That alone was more terrifying than her friends in the house. Who knew what might be hiding in that tall grass.
"Yeah... tossing out that Children of the Corn DVD. Wonder if my new lawn tractor can even mow that grass down. I'll worry about the front yard first thing in the morning. I need to run into Belltower before checkout at my hotel and grab my things, now that I'm officially living here. Grab a few groceries, booze... I know I'm going to need that. Weed killer! No mailbox at the end of my mile long driveway I suppose I should get a Post Office box. Finding a job in the next week or three is crucial so I suppose I should enquire around both Belltower and Melas. Couple towns North of here maybe."
While pondering her future the screen door beside her creaked open enticing her to peer over her shoulder. "Company? I could probably use some as long as you behave. Pull up a step and I don't mean rip it from its nails." Watching the steps which were gently warped she witnessed them roll a bit as if weight on them. Weird how a ghost had mass, but it did signify when she had someone around. She was learning signs that might help her along. A ghostly pressure on her kneecap as if someone was resting a palm there, she looked down and smiled. "Wish I knew your names. You boys know my name is Erin, but it would be nice to find a way to know who is who here. Anyone know Morse code?" Nothing! "That's one thing I know from being in the Army."
Still in her earlier clothing save for her tennis shoes she stretched her unattended leg out and wiggled her toes, wearing white ankle socks. "Lord my feet hurt. Wonder if there's a spa anywhere around these parts? I could use a good massage." The pressure on her kneecap relaxed and the lower steps wobbled slightly. As if the Invisible Man himself was present her extended foot was held aloft and she watched her sock peel away, crumple up and get tossed at her.
"What are you doing?" She giggled. Further pressure on the bottom of her foot as if thumbs massaging there made her cock an eyebrow. "Someone has talent. That feels very nice. Thank you. I don't understand a lot concerning the afterlife, so maybe at some point you can exhale on a window and let me know who you boys are at least by name, it's not like I can really see who it is to call you by that in cases like this. Maybe offer clues as to how you can touch me, but I really can't touch you." Flinching a bit her nerves react to being ticklish. "That part I can live without."
The screen door opening and closing again led her to believe she had more company calling. Grinning as she lays back on her elbows on the step above her, she hikes her other foot in the air. "Room for two." As suggested her opposite sock slipped from her toes and was also tossed up over her body landing in her cleavage. Leaving it there covering her necklace she blew a warm exhale at her attendants. "Fuck that feels good. I'm so glad you boys are friendly. My gut just told me to take the risk in buying this place. I know technically this is your home and I'm the intruder here, but I want you to all know I'm... happier than I've ever been, I think. I hope we can all live together and respect one another when it's needed."
Her feet rising higher she feels a sudden warmth across her toes, an imaginary wetness upon them. "Are you boys... sucking my toes?" Her jaw dropped with a shocked grin. "Mmmm! Momma licks... I mean likes. You guys are going to spoil me, aren't you?" Her feet bob up and down as if the ghosts were nodding yes. "Hey! We're communicating. That's a good start using a simple yes and no. Let's play 20 questions."
Proposing such a thing would definitely make things better all around. As she formulates questions the screen door opens and remains open longer than usual, which to her meant more than one joining them. She was fine with that. "Welcome to the party."
Creaks on the seat to her right and left heard but barely felt she found her nipples rising to say hello. Lowering her chin as she notes her sock lift from her chest and float to her right, she follows its trail stopping and appearing as if it was a condom being applied to a cock. The sock uncurled and was neatly form fitting as best it could be. "Well now! That sock's made for feet. Is that dick of yours a foot long?" Wagging yes, her lip puckered at being impressed, "Nice!"
Her second sock followed left and was tugged over an impossibility, her hand even waved beneath the sock. "I just don't get it." She pouted, "Not as big as his but I'm guessing... seven inches?" A negative wag led her to change her theory, "Eight?" There was her affirmation. "This isn't fair that you can touch me, but I can't feel you."
Her right arm is coaxed from under her and slowly guided up toward her sock puppet, Erin's fingers curled over the sock and pressed tightly. Strangely she felt a hardness beneath the cloth. "Holy shit!" Awestruck at actually feeling something substantial she shivered. Looking to her left she sat up straight and placed her left hand over the second sock, it too had a solid mass. "Oh my God! We just made a connection. You guys are awesome."
Mesmerized by this newfound knowledge she fondled the sock, but it being so small she feared pulling it off of its possessor by too much movement. "We need tube socks." She laughed, "I have some packed away we can break out later. This is... incredible guys. Back to 20 questions..."
She had to release her fingers over both because of her back hurting, her legs still lifted made her posture weak. Elbows back on the step relaxed her spine. "Sorry! My back was hurting lurched forward like I was. Trust me once I have longer socks on those bad boys, I'll give you both a hand job." She giggled. "Condoms even better." Socks removed they fall to the step next to her. "Aww! I was enjoying my puppet show."
In her outstretched position she felt hands unfastening her tight shorts, zipper sliding down right before her eyes. Holding her breath, she bit her lower lip as she observed a rise beneath her shorts as if a hand slipping under the material. A warmth creased over her clit and a pressure that certainly felt wonderful. "Yep! Best friends forever Boys." She sighed. Her helping hand formulated a vicious friction over her labia that felt so wonderful she dropped her head back to enjoy it. While her eyes faced the house, she felt the ghost on her left place a hand up under her camisole and squeeze her tit. "Yes! Get me off."
Barely recognizable fingers go lower beneath her shorts and seek refuge inside her cunt, probing in and out at a rapid rate, Erin's juices flowing out to stain her shorts. "Faster!" Obedient to the end the ghost finger fucked her to a screaming climax. Convulsing between his actions and those sucking her toes and playing with her breasts she had to find her way back to reality. Abandoned suddenly she sensed no further touching, her feet lowered to the steps gently. Catching her breath Erin looked bewildered, "Was it something I moaned?"
Putting her socks back on she stood up and stretched vividly, not even fastening her shorts. Leaving them undone she shrugged and went back inside the house; it was getting dark anyway. In the kitchen she found her cell and noticed a text from her brother Jonah, "Made it to Richmond. Everything still good?"
"Better than good." She typed back. "Love you Big Brother."
