A/N: Sorry if things seem to be going quickly or pacing is wrong. The text kind of melds when I spend too long looking at all the words squished together, but I also just want to write out these little fantasies from my mind as soon as possible. I feel a bit impatient when building up some minor backstory to the sexual situation I'm interested in at the moment. Otherwise I hope you guys enjoy this story, I've been wanting to write it for quite a while. If you would like more, please leave a comment as I would love to write more of this story! (I'd probably continue even if there aren't any haha) Feedback is also appreciated :)
Beth had never really been a religious person. God never seemed like a kind being and throughout her life most Christians she met were hypocritical individuals that enjoyed pressing their views onto others. Despite being non-religious, Beth certainly believed in the existence of spirits and ghosts. A mysterious sighting here, a strange occurrence there, she could never find any sort of logical reasoning behind those kind of things happening in real life. While it never happened to her personally, unexplained recordings of such incidents gave her goose skin and sent her heart racing. Her husband, Geoff, on the other hand believed such nonsense to be phony. Tricks of light and computer editing, other people helping out to give another person some views on the internet. Perhaps even an ARG or something like that.
So, when they had moved into their new home and began to experience some actions of paranormal activity, Beth couldn't help but to feel a rising sense of unease while Geoff would just excuse it for forgetfulness or the natural noises of the house. It was classic poltergeist activity, drawers opening and slamming closed, random knocking, and oddly enough some missing items being misplaced around the house (usually that being Beth's underwear.) Rarely Beth would witness objects being tossed around the house as if some invisible person were handling them with no concern while Geoff was at work. Whenever the air would suddenly feel chilly, especially during the night while they slept, Beth would complain about it to her husband and he would respond that it was just the thermostat acting up. No matter what she said, her words fell on deaf ears, so she eventually stopped bringing it up to Geoff in order to not annoy him too much or seem like she was nagging.
Her husband already didn't care that much about her to begin with, but it was wonderful in the beginning. These days their sex life was dry and he was always at work it seemed like. Ten years down the drain, and Beth was sure that Geoff was cheating on her with some hot younger coworker of his. As high school sweethearts though, Beth found it hard to break it to her parents that she might want a divorce when both of their parents thought of them as the perfect couple. Besides that, she didn't want to experience the backlash that might come from Geoff if she wanted to break things apart. He was also the breadwinner of the two, and Beth wasn't sure what she would do if she had to go it on her own. Get a job of course, but who would want to hire a 26 year old with little to no job experience? Beth was in a state of anxiety and unsureness, but to help get rid of the feeling she would often masturbate to give herself a sense of contentment.
On one such day, while Geoff was at work, Beth was downstairs in the living room of their little two story watching a movie after she had done most of her chores for the day. Her brunette hair was in a loose ponytail and she was dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top, braless for maximum comfort. Her legs were folded and she rested her head on the armrest of the couch. Her eyes were focused on the tv as the film went on to a make out scene between the main character and his love interest. Watching the passionate romance play out with the two characters, Beth found herself wanting. She began to absentmindedly run her hand up her stomach to her chest, gently groping her soft plump breast. Her other hand slid down her shorts as rubbed her inner thigh, close to her warm lower lips. Beth closed her eyes, imagining herself entangled in such an encounter, while her ears listened to the quiet moans and grunting of the sex scene in the movie.
Suddenly the tv remote flew across the coffee table and smacked into the wall, the sound of the movie cut out, snapping Beth out of her aroused state as she pulled her hand out of her shorts. The air went cold and her skin prickled with goosebumps at the change in temperature, setting Beth back into reality. She got up and checked the thermostat, the cold chill following her as she went. It was still showing a cool 73 degrees, but it felt more like 56 degrees to her.
The cold suddenly concentrated on her shoulder, seemingly sliding across her skin to her neck and collarbone. Beth shuddered a little in odd anticipation despite her fear. It felt as if someone was barely tracing their finger across her sensitive flesh. She could feel her heart begin to beat faster in her chest. Was the poltergeist capable of touching her? Are ghosts of that type tangible? She wasn't entirely sure, but while unsettled it somehow didn't surprise her. Beth's undergarments had often gone missing during the night when she heard the drawer slam shut and she would find them randomly strewn around the house covered in what appeared to be ectoplasm. Worried about Geoff's reactions she never mentioned it to him and cleaned them by hand as soon as she found them. She was just lucky that her husband was a heavy sleeper and never got disturbed by the loud slamming in the middle of the night.
Beth drew her warm brown eyes to the clock on the wall in the living room. 4:30pm. Geoff wouldn't be home for another two hours. Her lips pursed together into a thin tight line as she began to debate with herself. Should she?? Should she not? Although Beth was more than elated to maybe take part in some sexual activity due to the dry run between her and her husband, is sex with a ghost something even possible?? Cheating on Geoff with a ghost of some sort made her feel mixed emotions. In her heart she knew it was wrong, but physically her pussy yearned to be fucked. Beth decided to let her rationale go. She wanted a fuck, even if it was from a poltergeist that haunted her home. It wasn't like she had anything to lose when it came to sex with with a semi-tangible spirit.
Then she heard the door unlock and open. Beth let down her hair and made her way to the front of the first floor. As she rounded the corner, it was Geoff. He was still in his work clothes, a blue business suit with a maroon tie.
