A Simple Request Ghost of a Chance

Trevor was taking part in an overnight paranormal investigation of the haunted Harris hotel in Kentucky. After the orientation he noticed Kristi, one of the other participants who came to this event by herself.

In the dusk-drenched tranquility of the garden, amidst the haphazard medley of rose bushes, sat Kristi. Alone, her eyes ruminating over the botanical tableau before her, she seemed absorbed in the quiet whispers of the ghost-ridden hotel and its storied past.

Trevor, a fellow participant and kindred spirit of the spectral, took notice. He, too, was drawn to the mysteries that lay in the shadowed corners and creaking hallways of the Harris Hotel. With a few measured steps, he approached Kristi, his shoes leaving soft impressions on the dewy grass.

"Evening, Kristi," he began, his voice softened by the cool evening air. "Such a beautiful and mysterious sight, isn't it? The rose garden, I mean, standing the test of time and neglect... much like the Harris Hotel itself."

Startled from her thoughts, Kristi glanced up, her face illuminated by the lingering sunset. A slow smile spread across her face, her eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and curiosity as she registered Trevor's presence.

"Well, if it isn't Trevor. Evening to you too," she responded, her voice rich with a warm southern drawl. "You've got a way with words, don't you? I was just thinking the same. This old, weed-infested rose garden...there's something poignantly beautiful about it, just like the stories that surround our dear haunted hotel."

"Yes, indeed," Trevor echoed thoughtfully, his gaze flitting across the garden before settling on Kristi. "There's a particular beauty that seems to infuse everything I've come across tonight."

A soft chuckle escaped from her as she pat the bench beside her, inviting him to join. "You're quite the charmer, Trevor," she observed, her eyes dancing with humor. "Why, I reckon even the ghosts might be swooning in their spectral boots."

Seating himself beside Kristi, Trevor's eyes held a certain luminosity, his expression both playful and thoughtful. "Kristi," he ventured, "May I ask you something a bit personal, more of a request, actually?"

Raising an eyebrow curiously, she turned to face him, her own smile a mirror to his. "Well now, Trevor," she began, her tone brimming with intrigue. "You've certainly piqued my interest. Go on, ask away. You have my full attention."

Caught off guard, Trevor took a moment to gather his thoughts. Then, locking eyes with Kristi, he asked with sincerity, "Kristi, would it be alright with you if, in this captivatingly haunting garden, I was to kneel before you, remove your jeans and panties, and provide you with the utmost intimate satisfaction?"

Kristi was taken aback, her surprise evident on her face. She let out a hearty laugh, brushing a loose curl from her face. "Well, Trevor, you're certainly not one to beat around the bush, are you?" she drawled, leaning back on the bench and looking him up and down. "A tempting offer, but let's keep the spooks in the hotel for now, shall we?"

Smiling, Trevor leaned in closer, his eyes glimmering in the moonlight. "I understand it's an audacious and rather forward request," he said gently. "But I promise, it would be but a brief interlude. Just five or ten minutes in which you may experience an unforgettable state of ecstasy." His words rang sincere, his countenance both warm and candid.

Still wearing a smile that bordered on incredulity and amusement, Kristi turned her gaze toward Trevor. She studied his face for a moment, appreciating the honesty she found there. "My oh my, Trevor," she said, her voice laced with intrigue. "You certainly know how to paint a picture. However, let's not rush things. We have an entire haunted hotel to explore and a whole night ahead of us. Let's see where the night leads us, shall we?"

Rising from the bench, Trevor's physique became more apparent, his form-fitting jeans revealing more than just a hint of his substantial anatomy. "So, shall we rejoin the others?" he suggested casually, his voice deep and resonant. "Or would you prefer that I venture onward alone?"

Her eyes widened a touch at the quite conspicuous display before her. She quickly regained her composure, a grin playing on her lips. "Well now, that's quite a sight, Trevor," she drawled. "But I think we'd both benefit from the company. We're here to seek out spirits, after all, and there's safety in numbers. Let's head back to the group together."

Extending both hands in a chivalrous gesture, Trevor assists Kristi to her feet. As he leans in, he picks up the subtle scent of her arousal, a testament to the charged atmosphere between them.

With a smile, she gratefully took his hands, rising gracefully from the bench. Meeting his gaze, she gave him a nod, an unspoken acknowledgment of the electric undercurrent between them. "Shall we, then?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "The spirits are waiting."

Before setting off, Trevor paused, turning back to face Kristi. "Before we proceed," he began carefully, "I just want to clarify, what I proposed earlier comes without any strings attached. Once you've experienced that fleeting ecstasy, I would simply get up and walk away. No attachments, no expectations. Just a brief thrill for you to remember."

Kristi paused, contemplating his words. She tipped her head to the side, looking at him with a thoughtful gaze. "Trevor, that's quite an unconventional proposition. I appreciate the candidness," she responded with a coy smile. "But for now, let's focus on the task at hand. The spirits are calling, after all."

Taking a moment, Trevor studied Kristi's eyes closely. He thought he saw something there, a hidden yearning, an unspoken desire. Giving her hand a reassuring squeeze, he led her back towards the hotel. Upon reaching the parlor, he gently brushed his fingers against her cheek before releasing her hand and stepping away, melting into the crowd of fellow guests.

Watching as Trevor blended into the crowd, Kristi touched her cheek where his fingers had lingered. A smile played on her lips as she took a moment, lost in thought. "Interesting man, that Trevor," she murmured to herself before shaking off her reverie and joining the group, ready for the night's adventures.

As the stroke of midnight neared, Kristi found herself alone in the labyrinthine corridors of the hotel, her hand clutching a K-2 meter. The spectral ambiance was enhanced by the dim light seeping from an adjacent sitting room where she noticed Trevor.

He was on his knees before an unidentified figure, his motions slow and deliberate, unmistakably engaged in an intimate act. Kristi paused in her tracks, watching the scene unfold. Yes, she surmised, he must be pleasuring a woman right there in the study. The faint muffled sounds of ecstatic pleasure confirmed her suspicions.

A mix of shock, curiosity, and unexpected arousal washed over Kristi as she watched the scene unfold. She felt a blush creep up her cheeks and her heart pounded in her chest. "Well, I'll be..." she murmured under her breath, the sight before her a stark contrast to the ghostly encounters she'd expected that evening. She decided to retreat, allowing them their privacy while she continued her spectral hunt. Yet, the image of Trevor and his anonymous lover lingered in her mind, sparking a desire she hadn't anticipated.

A few minutes later, as she navigated the winding corridors, she saw Trevor up ahead. He was moving nonchalantly, seemingly unaware of her presence behind him.

Her heart skipped a beat, the recent image of him still fresh in her mind. She debated whether to call out to him or to simply let him continue, unaware. After a moment of consideration, she cleared her throat softly, calling out to him, "Trevor? Is that you?"

Stopping in his tracks, Trevor swiveled around at the sound of her voice. His face lit up in genuine surprise, and he greeted her warmly, "Hey there, you!"

Despite the odd situation, Kristi couldn't help but return his smile. "Well, fancy meeting you here, Trevor," she said, her tone light. "Doing a bit of solo ghost hunting, are we?" She didn't let on that she had witnessed his earlier rendezvous, opting instead for playful banter.

"I find that spirits tend to be more communicative with a solitary investigator than with a group," Trevor commented with a thoughtful grin. "Perhaps they're a bit shy."

"Well, that's one theory," Kristi replied, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Or maybe they just prefer an audience of one for their spectral performances." The double entendre was subtle, her tone remained light and playful.

Leaning in, Trevor placed a light kiss on Kristi's cheek. "That's my way of thanking you," he murmured, his voice sincere. "For not giving up on me, not writing me off."

Kristi's heart fluttered at his unexpected affection. "Well, Trevor," she said, a shy smile playing on her lips. "I'm not one to judge a book by its cover. Or a middle chapter, for that matter." Her hand instinctively went up to her cheek where his lips had just been, her pulse quickening.

Once more, he could sense her arousal. Just as the tension was reaching its zenith, an odd sensation interrupted them. There was a clear tap on Kristi's right shoulder, and for a fleeting moment, both her and Trevor's hair fluttered as though caught in a breeze. Then, suddenly, her flashlight flickered and died.

Jumping slightly, Kristi turned towards Trevor, her heart pounding. "Did you feel that?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please tell me that wasn't just my imagination." The darkness around them now seemed charged, pulsing with a spectral energy that sent shivers down her spine.

Feeling the shift in the atmosphere, Trevor instinctively drew Kristi into his protective embrace, her chest flush against his. He could feel her heartbeat, a rapid tattoo that matched his own. He held his flashlight up, casting its beam down the hall before sweeping it back in the opposite direction. An intense wave of arousal washed over him, his body responding to her closeness and the palpable heat radiating from her.

Caught off guard by his sudden move, Kristi found herself pressed tightly against him. His strong arm around her provided a sense of security amidst the eerie atmosphere, and she couldn't ignore the mounting tension between them. "I... uh... I think we should stick together, don't you?" she stuttered, her voice shaking slightly. "You know, for safety." She didn't miss the irony in her words, given their surroundings and the undercurrent of desire.

"Yes, I concur. That would indeed be prudent," Trevor replied, releasing Kristi but holding onto her hand. A few steps down the corridor, a compact loveseat came into view. "Let's set up there and try to establish communication." Guiding her gently, he led her to the loveseat.

With a nod, Kristi allowed him to lead her to the loveseat. She could feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins, a mix of fear, excitement, and undeniable attraction. "Alright, let's do this," she said, trying to bring back her focus on their paranormal investigation. "Who knows? Maybe the spirits are more talkative when they see we're comfortable."

Guiding Kristi to the loveseat, Trevor set down his knapsack next to it. After rummaging through it for a moment, he retrieved his REMPod. With a flip of the switch, he activated it, placing it on the floor a few feet away in the direction of their recent encounter. As he performed these tasks, Trevor found himself on his knees before Kristi, a déjà vu moment that didn't go unnoticed.

Watching Trevor kneeling before her, Kristi couldn't help but think back to their conversation in the garden. His earlier proposition, outrageous as it was, now seemed to carry a new weight. She glanced down at him, her heart pounding. "Well, this is an interesting turn of events," she quipped, trying to lighten the intense atmosphere.

Caught off guard at first by her comment, Trevor quickly caught on to the implicit reference. A grin spread across his face as he processed her words. Positioning himself on the loveseat, he chose to sit between her legs, his back facing her. The heat radiating from her thighs seemed to intensify, permeating the fabric of his shirt and brushing against his neck.

Kristi held her breath as he nestled himself between her legs, the intimacy of the position causing her cheeks to flush. The atmosphere was a heady mix of fear, anticipation, and an increasing awareness of Trevor's proximity. "Are you comfortable, Trevor?" she asked, her voice carrying a touch of nervous laughter. "Just remember, we're supposed to be focusing on the spirits."

From his position on the floor, Trevor started to scan the hallway with his thermal sensors. "I'm looking for cold spots," he whispered, his voice carrying the seriousness of their paranormal pursuit.

With a soft chuckle, Kristi responded, "Cold spots, right. Let's hope the spirits are in a chatty mood tonight." She leaned slightly over him, her gaze following the path of his heat sensor, her curiosity piqued despite the flirtatious undercurrents.

Slowly, almost with a calculated grace, Trevor began to pivot where he sat. Soon, his face came to rest quite near to her denim-clad lower body.

The sudden closeness made Kristi gasp slightly, her heart rate spiking. A blush spread across her cheeks, and she involuntarily bit her lower lip. "Trevor," she started, her voice shaky, "are we still... still looking for cold spots?" The absurdity of her question amidst their palpable sexual tension wasn't lost on her.

Setting down the heat detector, Trevor shifted his focus entirely. His hands moved purposefully to the fastening of Kristi's jeans, beginning to undo the button and then slowly lowering the zipper.

A gasp slipped from Kristi's lips as she felt his hands on her jeans. The reality of the situation, once only an audacious proposition, was suddenly sinking in. "Trevor," she whispered, torn between the exhilarating unknown and the fear of being discovered. "Are you... are we really doing this here?" Despite her uncertainty, she made no move to stop him, her curiosity and arousal overriding her rational thoughts.

Silent, Trevor met Kristi's eyes as he began to gently slide her jeans and panties down. His movements were measured, giving her every opportunity to stop him if she wished.

Feeling her clothing being slipped off, Kristi looked down at Trevor, her heart pounding in her chest. She swallowed hard, a flurry of emotions washing over her. Fear. Anticipation. Desire. All of it mingling into a heady cocktail that left her breathless. "Okay," she murmured, finally surrendering to the moment. "Okay, Trevor." Her voice was barely above a whisper, laden with the intense rush of her decision.

In the dim, grayish darkness punctuated by the soft, intermittent blinking of red and green lights from the various paranormal equipment around them, Trevor was granted the access he had audaciously requested earlier. He leaned in, taking his first delicate taste of Kristi.

A sharp intake of breath escaped from Kristi's lips as she felt Trevor's lips on her. The reality of their situation was as surreal as it was intoxicating. Her hands instinctively found his hair, tangling in it as waves of pleasure started to ripple through her. "Oh... Trevor," she breathed out, her voice barely audible over the soft hum of the paranormal equipment around them. She knew she was crossing a line she had never expected to, but in that moment, she didn't care.

Immersed in the intoxicating taste of Kristi, Trevor began to explore with a fervor. He was on a quest, seeking out all the sensitive areas that elicited reactions from her, guiding his actions by the sounds she made.

A low moan escaped Kristi's lips as she felt Trevor exploring her. Each new spot he discovered sent jolts of pleasure through her, making her grip on his hair tighten. "God, Trevor," she whispered breathlessly, her head thrown back against the loveseat. It was overwhelming, the pleasure, the surreality of their situation, and the thrill of the taboo they were crossing. And she wanted more.

Trevor could feel Kristi rising off the seat, her back arching as her hands firmly held his face against her. The heat was intense, her desire now unmistakable. Trevor reached around, hands settling on her lower hips to help guide her movements, her rhythm matching his with an abandon that was both surprising and exhilarating.

The sensation was overwhelming, and Kristi could feel herself nearing the edge. Her movements became more frantic, her hips grinding against Trevor's face as she sought the release that was tantalizingly close. "Don't... don't stop," she gasped, her hands holding him tightly against her. Her words were a plea, a command, and an affirmation all rolled into one.

Feeling Kristi's warmth and wetness seeping down his chin, Trevor let out a low, barely audible moan. The sensations were intoxicating -- the taste of her, the heat of her against his lips, the rhythmic dance they were lost in. It was heady and powerful, nearly overwhelming in its intensity.

Hearing his muffled moan against her sent another shockwave of pleasure coursing through Kristi. She could feel her climax building, an impending wave that threatened to crash over her at any moment. "Oh, God... Trevor..." she moaned, the grip on his hair tightening as she spiraled towards her peak. Her body was tensing, ready to surrender to the euphoric release that was teasing at her edges.

In that moment, Trevor intensified his efforts. He delved his tongue into Kristi as deep as he possibly could, all while holding her firm and close against his face. He was driven by the taste, the warmth, and the desire to push her over the edge.

Feeling Trevor's tongue delve deeper, Kristi gasped, her body tensing. It was the final push she needed. A breathless cry slipped from her lips as her climax washed over her, her body trembling with the intensity of her release. "Oh, God... Trevor!" she cried out softly, the pleasure overwhelming. She clung to him, riding out the waves of ecstasy that had taken hold.

Overwhelmed by the sensations, Trevor didn't stop. He was intoxicated by the taste of her, the continuous flow of her release, and the trembling of her thighs. He was relentless in his pursuit, desiring to prolong this moment for as long as possible.

With each continued stroke of Trevor's tongue, aftershocks rippled through Kristi's body, making her gasp. "Oh... Oh, Trevor..." she whimpered, the overstimulation making her squirm. Yet, she didn't ask him to stop. Instead, she let out a shaky breath, succumbing to the dizzying pleasure his relentless efforts were bestowing upon her.

Sensing that it was time to let Kristi come back to herself, Trevor gently helped her slide back down onto the couch. He began gathering his equipment, carefully stowing it in his bag. Then, he leaned over and pressed a light kiss to Kristi's flushed cheek. As he moved to walk away, he paused, turning around to steal a glance at her one last time.

Still trying to catch her breath, Kristi looked up at Trevor, a blush coloring her cheeks. As he walked away, she was left in a state of pleasant daze, her mind trying to wrap around what had just happened. She touched her cheek where he had kissed her, a soft sigh escaping her lips. "Goodnight, Trevor," she whispered, knowing he was probably out of earshot by now. Her eyes lingered on his retreating form, committing the sight to memory.

Without a word more, Trevor slipped away, disappearing into the shadowy hallways of the hotel before the first light of morning could kiss the sky. His audacious proposition had evolved into an unforgettable encounter, leaving behind a profound memory in the haunted hallways of the Harris hotel.