Lisa White Feather set the bag she had been carrying down on the sidewalk in front of the ancient house she had inherited from her grandfather. The house was actually an old whorehouse from the 1800's.
She reached into the pocket of her skintight jeans and pulled out the key. Lisa normally stayed as far away from old houses. She hated them. But she had her reasons.
Actually, she thought as she unlocked the door, it wasn't the house it was what haunted them. At the age of 7 she had been struck by lighting. The doctors had said she was fine, but that night she gained an incredible ability. She could see ghosts.
Lisa sneezed loudly as the dust stirred by her footsteps filled the air. Looking up at the vaulted ceiling and double staircases. Her plan was to fix up the house and sell it as quickly as she could. Since it was late Lisa turned on the lights and slowly started up the stairs, her d-cup breasts bouncing gently.
She entered a long corridor with 9 doors on each side. The first door had "Ladies" carved into the wood. The one directly across from that was labeled "Men". Tiredly she began opening doors. The 1st room she looked in was pink, in fact it reminded her of… well she wouldn't go there, the head board actually had a couple 69ing carved on it. Laughing she went to the next door. The next room was purple, thinking she might be able to tolerate this for a night, that is, until she saw the bed knobs. They were shaped like dicks! Complete with balls, there were big ones, short ones, thick ones, and thin ones.
She felt her pussy start to get damp. Walking she opened the next door. Yuck, yellow. She shut the door and quickly walked to the next room. Blue silk and sapphire colored velvet covered the room, though not gaudily like the other rooms. She stepped inside and glanced at her watch. 12:07. God she was tired. Kicking off her shoes, she felt cool air caress her tummy as she pulled off her t-shirt.
She glanced up and gasped. The room was suddenly freezing. Her nipples hardened. Sitting on the window seat was the hottest guy she had ever seen. Obviously part Native American, his long raven hair pulled into a tight braid at the nap of his neck. His long legs stretched out in front of him. He was tall, all least 6' 4". He was heavily muscled. She skimmed his body with her eyes and saw he was partly aroused. Lisa also saw the faint glow around his sexy body. He was a goddamn ghost.
Angry that her privacy was once again being invaded, she defiantly moaned, as if it was a great pleasure to be getting undressed. Using her one advantage, he didn't know she could see him. Lisa unzipped her jeans and slipped them down her hips, her silky G-string slowly coming into his view. Sighing, she straightened and traced along the cups off her matching bra with a fingertip. Finally she made to unhook her bra and stopped. Turning her back to him she bent over and unzipped her backpack and pulled out her freesia-scented lotion. Glancing at him between her legs, she saw his now visibly tented pants. Biting back a smile she stood and stripped. The guy finally moaned.
Lisa sat on the edge of the bed and began to spread the lotion on her now aroused body. The lotions sweet scent filled the air and he leaned forward slightly. Finished with her arms she worked across her chest and over her nipples, down her tummy till her fingers brushed her curls. Smiling she spread her legs and smoothed the lotion down her legs, then up again. Finished, she laid back and spread her legs and parted her folds, Lisa gently spread her juices up and around her clit, moaning. Seeing him move to the edge of his seat she stood walked over and slapped him. Hard. He sprawled across the floor in shock. "What the hell?"
"How dare you? I can't believe you, sitting there watching me." She crossed her arms under her voluptuous breasts.
"You can see me?" His mouth hung open.
