I bought an old small mansion cheaply at an auction. It had laid empty for a long time. According to the local legend the house was haunted by the ghost of duchess Mancini. I just considered that to be a cool bonus. That would be a great story to tell to my friends when they’d come visit. Before that I had to renovate the mansion. During the construction the workers and myself heard some unexplained sounds but never found out what caused them.
The house was old so we didn’t think too much of it. Luckily the construction workers weren’t as superstitious as some of the locals who had told me to leave the house alone to not disturb the ghost of the duchess. Once the mansion was fully renovated, I laid on my bed ready to get to sleep.
I had my eyes closed but suddenly I felt that these was light in the room. I thought that maybe I’d have to check the light switch if there was something wrong with it. I opened my eyes and then I saw a partly transparent glowing beautiful woman in front of me. “I’ve been watching you work. You’ve restored my mansion to its former glory and I’m really grateful to you for that. I’d like to reward you but the only thing I have left to offer is my body. All my precious earthly possessions are long gone.”
I thought this had to be duchess Mancini. Unless I was hallucinating or having a very vivid dream. When she reached for my leg, I thought it’d go right through me as ghosts weren’t physical beings. To my surprise that didn’t happen. I could feel her silky-smooth hand travelling upwards my leg. “would you have me? I admit it has been a long time since I made love and my current form might not look that appealing.”
Putting the glowing body thing aside she looked beautiful. I could only imagine how hot she must have been in the flesh. As I didn’t offer resistance, she laid on top of me and caressed my head. She was lighter than a person would but I could clearly feel the weight on me. Truthfully having sex with a ghost was an intriguing idea. She lowered her lips close to mine. She wanted me to make the final distance.
Her lips were the softest ones I had ever touched. Due to her weight some positions came a lot easier to do. Raising her ass up a bit as she was laying on her back on the bed. Even raising her up by her ankles, crossing her legs and then penetrating her. That way she felt extremely tight. Eventually she really got into it and was hopping up and down on my shaft as I was standing.
The duchess liked that encounter so much that she wanted to do that again. In some way sex with her was better than with living women. Maybe it was due to her feeling so smooth in all parts of her body. How she had no inhibitions or normal limitations of a human body. Even when I got myself a girlfriend, she wasn’t feeling jealous. She still wanted me. I didn’t tell about Mancini to her. She’d have probably thought I was crazy anyway. So, my encounters with the duchess stayed between us.
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