After completing all the pleasantries and kiss ups necessary to ensure smooth footing for the next few days' meetings, Dan was more than glad to be heading to his room-finally.
He didn't give the barkeepers' story a second thought until he was in the elevator, but it had to be just a legend. He pushed it out of his head. All he knew at this point was that he was beat-completely exhausted and he had to sleep. He entered room 216, and found that it was tasteful, if a bit snug; he thought he'd just call it homey and cozy and leave it at that. He'd arrived from the airport and had the bellhop take everything but his portfolio case and capsule of drawings up to the room ahead of him. He hadn't even made it there until this very moment himself.
He decided to fix himself a nightcap and switched on the TV to help him unwind. He by passed the news and found some reruns of Everybody Loves Raymond...a good light hearted laugh always did wonders for his sleep process.
30 minutes later Dan was snuggled deep between the sheets. Completely zapped from the trip, the meetings, the drinks, and the stress, he was off to dreamland in no time. He was awakened around 3 AM. He wasn't sure why or what had awakened him. After taking a trip to the can he tried to settle back in but just as he began to dose off he felt something again, what was that...it was a weird feeling...like a presence or something.
The hairs on the back of his neck began to stand up, but not in the bad sense, like the sense of warm breath blowing across your neck. Like the heat you feel next to your ear before someone kisses it. Just enough to give him a little happy jolt and then he was back to sleep again.
Dan was lost in a pleasant sexy dream when he awoke. As he felt the head of his cock rubbing against the material of the sheet...he thought it must have been a great dream. But then he felt the covers rustle by themselves and felt them and something else, something soft brush across his cock. He was sure that the ghost story had gotten to him and that he was so tired that he was completely loosing it.
The touch came again though...and again...and now it was much more of a stroke than a feather like brush from before. Dan looked around the room trying to discern if anything was different now than when he'd gone to bed. There was a candle glowing on the mantel below the mirror that hung there. In the mirror Dan could see a bulge in the covers near his legs. But when he tried to touch whatever was there it just collapsed.
"Nothing-there was nothing there-your loosing it Danny boy!" He said aloud to himself trying to break the eerie silence of the room.
Then he felt the unmistakable touch, something-someone was touching his cock and they wanted it-badly. Dan laid back and closed his eyes.
"Maybe if I can't see that she isn't there I'll be able to just relax and enjoy it." Dan thought.
And that's just what he did. He closed his eyes and sunk his head deep into the pillow and he gave the ghostly lady a sigh of contentment and enjoyment. With that her tentative caresses turned to the long loving strokes of a woman's hand job. Dan writhed under her touch, she was powerful, And new just the right way to touch him. Dan's thick cock began to drool, leaving sticky trails on the sheet.