This story was inspired by a real life encounter with a ghost at Fairmont Chateau Lake Louise. If you haven't been here, it's a incredible icon within Canada's Rocky Mountains. A must see!
I hope you visit.
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Sophia applied some fresh red lipstick, as the receptionist waved us over.
"How may I help you?" She was sharply dressed. She looked at us with a smile, and shuffled papers aside. Her name tag read 'Nifty'. She locked eyes with me, then turned to face my wife.
Sophia pressed her plump lips together, spreading the lipstick she had just applied, closed the lid and placed the lipstick in her purse.
I could see Nifty's bright-blue eyes run across Sophia's body and lock eyes with Sophia.
"We'd like a room for a few nights please," I asked.
"What kind of room are you looking for?" Nifty's movements were hauntingly smooth, and gracious. I noticed her tits jiggling under her tailored suit that hugged her voluptuous body. She spun the computer monitor around, broke down the available rooms; pointing each package out, while using a hotel-branded pen. It was skinny, black with a gold tip, and written across the pen 'Fairmont Hotel Lake Louise'.
"Well, we just got married today, and our other hotel room we reserved in town ended up falling through. We just got into town, so something nice, hoping for a honeymoon suite of sorts."
"Well, we're plenty full, but let me check the system." The lobby was completely empty, and it was only her working behind the counter.
She pulled the screen back facing her. Typed on the keyboard, glancing at Sophia's chest, then back down. Behind her, Christmas decorations covered the wall and a large clock, it chimed.
'doooonnng'
Sophia startled, her tits jiggled in her low-cut summer dress.
"I do have the king suite available with a mountain view. It's our last one--"
"We'll take it," I interrupted her.
'doooonnng'
"It's so late, that clock is so loud." Sophia's beautifully manicured hand ran down the side of her face, along her neck, and rested on the cleavage of her breasts.
"You must get used to that, though," she asked Nifty.
The clock stopped, it read two o'clock.
"Yes, the hotel is full of surprises." Nifty and Sophia's eyes locked onto each other's.
"If I could just have your credit card, and some ID, I'll get this room reserved for you."
I slid across the desk my credit card and driver's license. She grabbed it one by one.
"She looked at the ID. I'll be right back Mr Sunday, just going to photocopy your ID, and I'll run a deposit, which you'll get back at the end of your stay.
"Mrs Sunday, may I see your ID for security reasons." Sophia opened up her purse, pulled out her ID and presented it to Nifty.
"Oh, you have dark hair in your photo. I love your current blonde hair, you look very pretty." Nifty smiled sensually.
"Why thank you, Nifty," Sophia replied, brushing her own hair back behind her ear, as she melted a little from the compliment.
"You make a very lovely bride, such a beautiful figure. I bet you looked stunning in your wedding dress., Nifty added, then paused, eyes still glued to Sophia.
"You're very striking, too, Nifty," Sophia replied back. "I mean it."
Nifty walked away into a back room, her legs looked firm, beautiful calves, leading up to her shapely ass, her tailored suit accentuating her hips. The stitching looked like artwork from another era.
Nifty's face was gorgeous, which made the compliment to Sophia more sincere, because it came from a woman with such classic beauty.
"Hun, check out that gingerbread house." Sophia tapped me on the shoulder, and pointed it out on the opposite side of the lobby.
It was a replica of the entire hotel made of gingerbread, covered in white frosting, candy and candy canes. Quiet holiday music filled the room, it smelt of Christmas, and added to the ambiance.
"You're all set Mr and Mrs Sunday."
"Oh my, I didn't see you walk back. Sorry," I said, startled. Nifty just seemed to appear.
"I get that a lot." Nifty gave my cards back, placing them next to each other along with a little folder containing our room key. Her hands were as beautiful as her, long slender fingers, her nails perfectly manicured a bright red.
Her smile glowed. "You have a very lovely dress, Mrs Sunday, the white colour with daisies is very fitting for the season." Her eyes locked onto Sophia.
Nifty looked us both over. "You are in room 1113, do you need help with your bags?"
"Sure, if you can get them sent up."
Nifty pulled out a map, "Mr Sunday, you are here and you want to get to here." She traced a line through hallways and stairs where we had to go, her scribbles looked like a maze.
"Is there anything else I can help you with?" The scent of rosé perfume hit my nose, as Nifty smiled, her bright white teeth glowed. She glared at both of us, but paid more attention to Sophia.
"No, that's all, thank you for your time." Sophia and I turned around and headed towards the hallway leading to the rooms. I looked back to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything. Nifty was gone.
"That's weird, where'd she go?" Sophia said.
"She probably went in the back room." I shrugged it off. A cold, chilly draft hit us, I wrapped my arm around Sophia to walk in the direction of the hotel rooms.
"Emm...That feels nice." Sophia's dress lifted up slightly.
"I love it when you touch my ass." The scent of Nifty's perfume lingered. It was one of Sophia's erogenous spots.
I reached down and grabbed her ass thinking she was asking me to.
"Wait a second, someone was touching my ass, a gentle caress, before you put your hand on it, and I thought it was you."
"Hehe, it's probably the ghosts in this hotel. I can't blame them, you have a fantastic ass." I laughed.
Sophia smiled. "You're always such a perv, I'm being serious. It felt so gentle, soft and so nice."
We walked at a brisk pace. "I'm pretty sure it's up this way."
"Can you pull out that map, it all looks so similar I don't want to get lost." We unfolded the map looking with confusion. I looked around, the carpets looked regal, the walls filled with paintings of historical figures who were long dead. Gold framed mirrors reflected the light from old table lamps, and candlelight strewn throughout the dark halls.
I walked ahead checking the corridors. I turned back. Sophia was bent over the handrails, her ass exposed except for her pink thong panties covering her vagina and asshole.
"Oh my god!" she screamed.
"What's going on?"
Her hands looked restrained behind her back above her ass, but nothing was tying her.
A thick candle floated from the other side of the room towards Sophia. I tried to run back to her, but it felt like hundreds of pounds of weight pushing against me.
"I can't move, I'm frozen." The more I fought, the harder it got. I kept fighting, but I couldn't get any closer than ten feet from her.
The candle flew above her beautiful ass and slowly tilted, hovering, her labia protruding around the fabric of her panties. Sophia looked back in terror, her beautiful ass exposed as drops of hot wax fell onto her fair skin; each drop that hit her sparkling and exploding. She moaned like she was being spanked. Spackles of hot wax hitting the outer edges of her pussy lips.
"Ahhhh!" she screamed, at the mercy of what was happening to her.
"I'm sorry, Sophia. I can't help you, I'm trying." I was forced to watch, as I kept fighting to get closer, but my feet felt like a thousand pounds each.
Her screams of fear mixed in with screams of pleasure with each drop that coated her. "Someone is rubbing my clitoris. Please make it stop!"
I saw her lips parting near her clit, being pressed in circles. "I'm sorry, Sophia... I can't move."
"But you look so fucking hot." I looked at her greedily like I was watching a performance.
"Stop. This isn't funny," Sophia whimpered.
The candle flame blew out as the rest of the wax dripped on her, there were six or seven quarter-size, hardened wax drops all over her butt, leaving drip trails down her legs. It looked like several men had jerked off on her, leaving splats of cum, a bukkake, but on her ass instead of her face.
"This feels so fucking good. But make it stop!" she screamed.
I was trapped, but my cock was getting hard by the sight of my beautiful woman being restrained and disciplined by some invisible spirit.
The candle flew up and flipped back behind her aligning up to her pussy. It was two-inches thick, by nine-inches long, one of those votive candles with a rounded bottom that would fit into a holder. You'd typically see a candle like this at a church on an altar, the room smelt of beeswax, it smelt expensive.
Her panties were lifted out of her pussy lips, pushed aside, so the pink string rested on her left butt cheek, and smeared into the wax drops that coated and hardened on her butt.
Sophia's pussy was glistening, as she hung there bent over the rails in submission.
"Holy Sophia, your pussy is so wet."
"I know! This feels amazing, but I'm embarrassed this is happening to me."
The candle bottom floated towards her like a torpedo, pushing into her pussy, just the tip initially, and pumped in and out of her, each time inching deeper, as her pussy juice lubricated the shaft of the candle fucking her.
"This is insanity, but you look so gorgeous."
She moaned loudly, and huffed with every pump of the candle inside her.
