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I watched him stroke his cock. I knew he was close because his breathing had become more regular, his eyes had closed, and his head was tilting slowly back. Pleasure beamed from his face. His toes will be curling soon, I thought, and he'll explode all over. My attention was on the head of his shaft as I stood, straddled him, and squatted my sex over his erection. I had to time this just right. How unladylike, I thought with a wry grin as I considered my predicament. I was nude, squatting over a masturbating 18-year-old boy named Simon. My nipples were hard and my cunt was wet in anticipation. I was skinny but cute, if I do say so myself, more than nubile enough to make Simon stoke himself with abandon. But Simon couldn't see me?I'd been dead for nearly 150 years and was a ghost. He groaned loudly and I lowered myself down onto his erection. His penis, already slick with his fluids made me tingle "down there" as sexual energy flowed into my groin. He shivered as he reached orgasm?a confused look on his face due, I suspected, to the sudden drop in temperature when I touched him. I'd learned from experience that I'm a bit cold when I first mount a boy. As the first stream of his cum shot from the tip of his penis, my ghostly body glowed. Wonderful, warm sex energy poured into my being. I shimmered back into the visible plane. Simon was stunned to see my body suddenly visible, nude, and mounted on his pulsing cock. He stared, wide-eyed, as he came. I could feel the force of his orgasm. My pussy drank in his cum, and I warmed against his body. Soon my pussy would feel hot and wet to him. I leaned down to his face and strands of my glowing red hair brushed against his face. "Fuck me Simon," I whispered, "come inside me again." "What?" he stammered. I undulated my hips causing my pussy to gently caress his escort beylikdüzü (https://www.beylikduzuescord.com/) cock. "This is like a dream," I answered. "Do you want me?" I smiled as I took his hands and placed them on my breasts."Yes." His hips started to move. Thank goodness, I thought, he is young and will orgasm again and again. I smiled and enjoyed my intimate little ride.___I appeared at Emelda's grave in Oakland Cemetery and looked around. It was dark, of course, I can't appear in daylight no matter how much energy I use."Hi baby sweet cheeks, you got intimate tonight I see. Oops, I forgot, one says laid these days."I smiled and turned around to face Emelda. Emelda was a grave ghost. She liked floating among the trees in her graveyard and got energy from everyday life?the little animals, visitors, and the weather. She was old, like me, and I enjoyed her company. Emelda was some sort of weird ethnic mix that I couldn't figure out with beautiful brown hair. I was pasty white with red hair. She had a tight body with nice curves. I was like a stick with puffy nipples. Fate is cruel, I thought, the grave ghost has the drop dead gorgeous body and the sex ghost has puffy nipples for breasts."How can you tell," I asked."You're, well, indecent baby sweet cheeks."I looked down to see my erect nipples and swollen non-breasts. My cheeks puffed in exasperation. I concentrated for a moment, and a cute yellow sundress shimmered onto my body. One of the perks of being a ghost is that wardrobe changes are as simple as a thought. Sundress? boom. Bra and panties? poof. Elegant gown? ta-da. I could swap them all onto my body with a thought. It just took a bit of energy. Tonight energy was not a problem for me, I was full to bursting. Simon had literally gushed energy into my cunt and again into my "baby sweet cheeks." escort akbatı (https://www.asbahcesehir.com/) I grinned thinking of Simon's interest in probing my posterior and how shyly I'd complied. How unladylike, indeed, I thought. Oh, how they all like to think that they're the first one to suggest that to a girl. I'd perfected my shy-shocked-coy-maybe-interested face some 70 years ago. Simon wouldn't remember me, they never did. Best case, he'd remember me kinda like a wet dream."Sorry," I said, "I'm so gushed with energy I can't think straight. Come out dancing at the club with me?""I don't know...""Please Emelda," I pleaded, "if you come I won't hook up with anyone. I promise." "Oh, I think the idea of going dancing is grand, but I'm too low on energy to go to the club tonight." "I've got lots. I can share mine with you!"Emelda laughed. "You're going to share energy so that I can tag along and, to top it off, you're going to be a chaste little sex ghost tonight? Okay, okay, I'll come with you. It'll be interesting to see if you can keep your legs together.""Thanks!" I reached out and put my hand on Emelda's head. Bright light exploded from us, green from Emelda, the color of the trees, and red from me, the color of, I don't know, the prostitute-filled red light district. When I moved my hand away Emelda had about half the energy I'd collected from Simon."Now," I said, "let's get dressed."Emelda looked down at her gown in confusion. "What's wrong with my mode of dress?""Emelda," I sighed, "we are going to a club not a Civil War costume party. I've explained this before, women don't dress like that anymore. Start in your underwear and I'll help you." I glanced around the graveyard. "We're in private, I think."Emelda shimmered into something that looked like a 1920's bathing suit. "How's this?"I frowned. escort beylikdüzü (https://www.beylikduzuyonetim.com/) "Well, that is a start. Watch me. Let's start with the bottoms. This is a thong." My sundress disappeared and I stood before her in a red thong. I traced my fingers along the front. "See how this is like a triangle and how it is flush against the skin." I pushed on the front of my thong a few times to show her the tightness of the material. I stopped pushing when pleasure began to emanate from my groin. My eyes went wide and I moved my hand quickly to my side. I will not get wet in front of Emelda, I told myself. I will not get wet in front of Emelda. I turned around to hide my growing wetness. I got wet in front of Emelda, I thought, I am so slutty that I want to die...again. "In the back it is like two straps. One across your waist and another down your crack?um, I mean, down to meet the front." I thrust out my rear and looked over my shoulder at her. "Make sure it covers all the important bits." I bent over to show her how the crotch looked. A move that had gotten me lots and lots of energy in the past. I had the accumulated stripping experience of a century. Trust me, I knew every move a girl could make in a thong."My word, baby sweet cheeks, let me concentrate." Emelda focused and soon her gown slowly dissolved and she stood before me in a green thong. She put her hands on her hips and smiled. "Green is more my color, don't you think?"I stared in awe. Her breasts were beautiful. They were large without being too large. And her nipples, wow, they were like dark brown pebbles against her tan skin.*What a sex ghost she would make, I thought.*The thong accentuated her hips perfectly. Emelda had added pretty lace straps. "Perfect," I said, "now add a bra like this. No straps. But, um, you probably don't need any padding."Emelda complied. Finally, I shimmered into a spandex number that wouldn't have even qualified as underwear when I was alive. Emelda balked at wearing this."Baby sweet cheeks, I'm not going out in that." A sundress, a copy of what I had been wearing appeared on Emelda's body.