Sheila Mars sighed as she watched her civil engineer husband leave for work that spring day. It was just another Wednesday morning, part of the pattern, Jake Mars making enough to support them both with some disposable income to spare. Sheila worked part time at the university library as a researcher simply to stay busy plus the work was interesting.
Shelia did whatever housework needed to be done, before going to the university to work four hours in the Research Department. Her job was to log in new items, see if there were any duplicates, verify anything valuable while occasionally finding books for professors or put them away. She usually managed to fill all four hours when she worked, her work ethic appreciated by the department.
Today she had four boxes of books to go through, donated by an estate in hopes of a tax deduction, the usual reason anyone donated to the library. She spent an hour reviewing three boxes, finding only two books worth any kind of value, the rest simply old books no one cared about.
Halfway through the fourth box she opened a book about old stage magic, flipping through to see the drawn illustrations of acts no longer performed. A section fell out, Sheila catching it before it fell to the table. The three-page section was handwritten in what appeared to be a foreign language, one unfamiliar to her although the rest of the book was in printed English.
She found one page where the print was larger than the rest, Sheila sounding out the words without any idea of what they meant let alone what language it was written in. She set the section to one side, finishing the box to find the entire contents could be sold for a quarter in a yard sale.
Sheila pretty much forgot about the section or the words she sounded out to determine the language base. When she got home, she was a bit surprised to find it in her purse, having no idea how it went from a research room to the employee room, into her locker, into her purse. She set it on the table, intending on returning it.
Thoughts of anything went out the window as her mind went into full arousal, her ascent to climax so sudden, it was a shock to her system she didn't just go over the edge. Her nipples were so hard and sensitive, they almost ached, her body feeling like she was in a sauna, it was so hot. Sheila was only thirty-three, too young for menopause, but she found if this was it, she loved the feeling. She stood by the table, gently rocking back and forth as she tried to come to terms with the sudden sexual excitement.
Just as suddenly, it vanished, Sheila grabbing at the table as she almost fell over with the arousal leaving her so quickly. She took a few steps, her legs feeling weak, but otherwise she was fine, even as she felt her panties still wet. She went to the bedroom to change out of her work outfit fitting into any business environment. Her skirt was four inches below her knees, the legs covered in tights matching the blouse showing between the hem and her flats. She looked the part of the prim and proper librarian, a look she cultivated since she discovered the other researchers and the clientele respected her more for her look, associating it with her ability to do the work.
She undressed, sliding the wet panties off, still a bit bewildered as to how it happened. Then it happened again, her naked body seeming to explode in lust. The bedroom closet doors were mirrors, so she saw she was alone, yet her pussy was so moist as to be noticeable, her nipples so hard they pointed at her reflection.
Then she moaned as she felt four warm hands move along her shoulders, down her arms and covering her breasts, even as she saw no one in sight. She thought she should be shocked, but the arousal was so nice, she went with the feeling as the hands massaged her breasts, her nipples touched to the point they seemed even stiffer.
She saw moisture as some gathered around her inner thighs, her back starting to stretch back a bit as if to lean into a lover. The ghost hands remained on her breasts when another set seemed to massage her butt, moving around in circles, while another one ran lightly along her stomach, just above her hair line. She gasped as the sensations seemed to be all over her body, hands everywhere, heat coming from everywhere. Then the touching went away, the sensations leaving, Sheila gasping out a long 'nooooo' as she felt her arousal dim. She moved on quivering legs to sit on the bed, not caring her juices were getting the bedspread damp.
"What is wrong with me?" she finally asked her reflection. There was no answer.
She touched a nipple, now softening, but still sensitive. She looked into the mirror to see her reaction before moving her hand to the other nipple.
"God, Sheila, are you getting that desperate? So desperate you need a vivid imagination?"
She finally stood, frozen in place as it seemed like someone was breathing lightly in her ear.
"You're not crazy, Sheila, just enjoying being a good girl for me."
"Who, who are you? Where are you?"
Sheila looked around, only to return to her reflection to see she was still the only one in the room.
"Shhh, Sheila, just relax and earn your good girl points. Just enjoy how you feel when I am with you, touching you."
The breathy voice was enough to start another climb of arousal, then the ghost hands started touching her again, leaving Sheila only wanting more, no longer concerned about how this was going on or by whom.
"Are you enjoying being my good girl, Sheila? Are you happy to earn good girl points from me?"
"Yyeesss." came out like a slither, as Sheila's half-closed eyes accepted the words.
"That's right, Sheila, good girls earn points which means they can cum if they get enough points. What about you, Sheila, do you want to earn enough points?"
"Oh, God, oh, oh, yesss, please let me."
She saw herself sway in the mirror as the ghost caresses continued, her body only wanting more and more of these actions and reactions. Little rivets of pussy juice ran down both legs, something she didn't even know was possible.
The breathy voice stopped talking, but the breathing continued in her ear, her arousal still close to the edge. She still had no idea who or what was holding her, touching her, breathing on her, she only knew she didn't want it to end.
"Sheila, when I tug a nipple up, you stand up, when I tug a nipple down, you kneel down. Can you do that for me? Can you do good girl points for me?"
She gasped in some air as both nipples were moved in small circles.
"Yes, yes, I can be a good girl for you. I want good girl points, please, let me earn them for you."
She had no idea where the words came from, they only sounded right to her as a nipple was tugged up and she stood up beside the bed. The nipple was tugged down and she knelt before the mirror, her sex crazed face and body showing her open desire.
She was complimented by the voice, her ear feeling the breath on it, her moans audible at the compliment or the breath, she wasn't sure which. The breath came back, the voice talking about how Sheila needed to pay attention to earning good girl points no matter where or when they were wanted. Only doing when told and how, that would give the points needed to be a good girl.
Then it all vanished, Sheila feeling like she was released as she leaned sideways to rest against the bed, her elbow in the damp spot where she first sat. It didn't matter, nothing mattered but to hope she'd get another visit but ten minutes later, she finally went in to shower, getting dressed and preparing dinner when Jake got home.
