Hi All,
This is my second submission of this story. The first, for all the proof reads, among other issues had many spelling mistakes and even I found it difficult to read and I wrote it. I hope this one finds less errors. Not much in the way of character changes but perhaps explains a little more.
This was supposed to be a short bit of fluff but it went a little longer than planned. This is stuffed with sexual encounters of both the physical and paranormal kind. It's all for fun and pure fantasy.
The Ghost and Bridget by Sarin Dipity.
The first time Bridget seemed to sense Derek was at the bar. Joy danced through him as she turned to face him. It quickly turned to disappointment as she looked right through him. She always did. He didn't know what he was expecting. Why this time would be different from the others. Still, for a moment, there was irrational hope.
He continued to watch her, longingly. He knew she was considered only pretty by most of the men, but to him she was beautiful. He'd even danced with her once in this very bar. Now, she didn't see him at all. Of course it could be that he was dead.
Dead. He still had a hard time believing it. He was still walking around people and objects, even though he could pass right through them. What really amazed him, was that dying hadn't been as difficult as he always thought it would be. One minute he was riding his dirt bike around the hills and discovered a large drop. He remembered cursing as he went over it. The next thing he knew was intense pain and then he was standing at the bottom of said drop, remarkably unhurt. He hadn't seen any light. No long tunnel.
It didn't take him very long to realize that not only did he not feel any injuries, but he felt nothing at all. The wind that whipped the desert grasses blew right through him without any resistance. Of course, the mangled body that looked just like him, lying on the ground when he turned around, was the main clue.
All in all, it wasn't so bad. He could go and do whatever he wanted. He found that he could even move things if he put his mind to it. He couldn't actually feel what he was picking up, but the effect was the same. He always chuckled at the faces of the people who saw him practicing.
Today he went to the bar, hoping to see her. It all looked the same. Everyone acted normal. Of course, they were alive. He saw Bridget sitting at the bar and moved closer. She didn't frequent the bar a lot, but when she did come in, she always sat in the same seat. He knew this because he'd worked here as a glass washer.
He'd watched her get drunk one evening and had worked up the courage to ask her to dance while he was on brake. He remembered the arousal that coursed through him as she leaned into him during that one dance. Remembered the soft curves he'd held once and never again.
He now tried to touch her again a few minutes ago. She'd felt him but he was unable to feel her. She'd looked around, a little weirded out that she felt a hand but no one was around.
Now she was waving at Jake, one of the bouncers. The guy was huge...all over. Unless he padded his jeans, but Derek didn't believe that. The bouncer was too confident in all his abilities and he was very popular with the ladies.
Derek frowned when Bridget had a silent communication with the bouncer and Jake gave her a ten minute sign. Derek had seen the communication before. Right before the two would disappear during Jake's break. The pattern was about to be followed once again. Derek had an idea what they were doing, and this time he would follow.
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Bridget looked around when she felt someone touch her back but when she turned, there was no one there. She'd felt like someone had been watching her ever since she walked into the bar. She shrugged away at a shiver that ran down her spine. "Weird."
She turned back to the drink she'd ordered, already feeling the alcohol in her system. She usually got drunk when she came to the bar. It wasn't any more than once every few weeks or so but she just needed what she came here for. A good drunk and fuck. She wasn't interested in any attachments. She worked 12 hours a day, almost every day of the week. The last thing she needed was someone complaining that she didn't spend enough time at home playing wet nurse to him.
That's what made this arrangement with Jack so sweet. Jack was a handsome, well build hunk. Everything about him was strong and large. She knew she'd never qualify to be his 'girlfriend' even if that's what she wanted, but after getting drunk one horny evening, she'd asked him to do her and he did. Since then, whenever she needed to, she'd give him a nod and he'd meet her for his break. No strings, just a good time behind the bar in the back of his truck. It wasn't romantic, but then she didn't want romance, and he was fine with that also.
She nodded to Jake, who signaled that he'd be on break in 10 minutes. She glanced around again, still feeling that she was being watched but couldn't see anyone paying any particular attention to her. She called a cab, because she'd be in no condition to drive, finished her drink and slid off the barstool. She wove through the crowd and to the back door where Jake would meet her.
She was lost in the music when he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to him so she could feel him hard. "Ready darling?"
She smiled and led them out the door. She knew where his truck was parked, so she opened the tailgate herself and crawled in, ducking low under the shell covering the bed. He quickly followed, closing up behind them.
No words were spoken at first. They both stripped off their clothes and she pushed Jake back forcefully. He laid out flat and she sucked him into her mouth. There was no kissing, that wasn't what they were there for. She didn't even really look at him as she swallowed him down her throat.
"Oh yeah. Suck it hard." He moaned.
She complied. Sucking with all she had, pulling from the base of his cock to the fat, purple tip and back down. She rolled his balls between her fingers firmly. Replacing those fingers with her mouth, she rolled them with her tongue as she sucked them forcefully. Her hands now working his shaft, fingers twisting at the sensitive head and slit.