Hungry Ghosts

"Mhmm, I'm already feeling warm again," Allison purred, letting her hands idly tease her breasts while Mack worked.

Her clit was his next focus. She'd brushed it against his face earlier, but he decided it would be the primary focus of this next round of stimulation. Starting slow, he circled around that bump for minutes. Eventually, a bit more of her button began to peek out from under its hood as it engorged fully. He finally let his tongue directly flick that nub using a slow and teasing pace, akin to what she had done to the tip of his dick earlier.

"You are a fucking cruel man," Allison panted out. Her breathing was coming quicker and her hips had begun moving, trying to get his tongue to press her button harder.

"Hold these," Mack said and paused to lift her knees up and push them to the sides of her chest. She grabbed her knees in surprise and looked at him questioningly. Her ass was lifted slightly in this position and the new target she presented was made obvious as he slid back down.

"Oh you dirty and cruel man!"

Mack slid his tongue through her crack and lapped up the copious juices that had leaked down, dragging his tongue over her lower hole with every pass. Finally, he rested the flat of his tongue on her pucker and stared up at her, pressing lightly. Her eyes snapped shut and a low moan slipped from her lips. He lifted his mouth and blew air on her.

"What are you—

He kissed her softly.

"Oh, fuck! Jesus... a lot of people kiss my ass, but this takes the cake..."

Mack's tongue orbited her dark star slowly, dragging over the the crinkled flesh of her sensitive ring. Soft kisses slipped in again at times. He tested her with the tip of his tongue, feeling her resistance. More soft kisses and licks followed, until she was actively wiggling against him. His hand reached up and his middle finger found her clit, rolling it gently against his thumb as his tongue pressed her again below. Her resistance yielded and he slipped inside.

"Oh...Oh... Mhmmm! Oh... Yes! You dirty fucking man," Allison was breathing fast now. Her moans were starting to build in strength again as Mack tongue fucked her ass slowly. Juices were overflowing her slit and dripping to his lips. Her ring squeezed his tongue as she quivered from a surge of pleasure.

"You ready to cum again? Or too soon?" Mack asked coyly, and then dragged his tongue up through her hot sex back to her throbbing clit. His finger switched places and a wet digit slid into her ass instead.

"Yes... I'm fucking ready! Go!" Allison gasped back.

A couple of slow sucks on her clit made her back arch.

"Ask me nicely."

"Fuck you!" she shouted, her eyes closing as he blew on her nub softly. "Okay... Please. Please make me cum, you asshole. PLEASE!"

It was good enough. Mack started sucking her clit steadily while pumping his finger in her ass. The dual stimulation was more than enough and she began to writhe under his mouth, her hips bucking up as she sought even more pressure. His tempo increased with his tongue now swirling her clit as he held it inside his mouth. Allison abandoned holding her knees and reached down to grab his head with her hands. Fingernails scratched his scalp as she pressed his mouth down harder against her clit.

"Oh, yes.. Yes.. YES!" Allison shouted as her countdown began. A half dozen hard sucks more, each one forcing a fast, high pitched moan from her mouth, and she blasted into another quivering climax.

This orgasm was shorter and more intense than earlier. Allison lifted her hips up to hold herself against his mouth as her body shuddered violently. A single wail, starting at a high pitch, peaking impossibly higher, and then trailing off into a low groan, charted her course of pleasure. She collapsed limply almost immediately after the last shudder ended, giving Mack's tired mouth a well needed break. He raised his head and slid up beside her.

"You are cruel and dirty. No one's ever made me cum two times in a row right off the bat like that," Allison murmured as she turned to let him spoon her from behind. Her face met his for a slow, deep kiss, sharing her juices, and then they cuddled silently as she caught her breath again.

"You ready for number three? I'm nowhere close to being done," Mack said after a minute. She reached down to feel his cock in visible alarm. It was still soft, but Mack could sense it starting to reawaken. "Easy, give me a minute still. Unless you can't handle any more orgasms tonight."

"I'll be ready before you," Allison taunted back and examined her breasts. The cum had been cleaned off, mostly, but makeup and other various dried fluids still spattered her torso. She touched her face and grimaced as she felt the grime still caked on it. The actual sight was even worse than she probably expected. "Ugh. I'm going to go clean up while I wait for your tired ass, again."

Mack lay on his back and listened to her in the bathroom. The running water made his mind wander and he thought back to that evening at the beach a couple of days ago. The noise of the faucet being turned on and off began to merge with his memory of waves crashing rhythmically on the sand. A different woman was walking out of the ocean towards him. She wore nothing at all.

"What are you thinking about?" Allison was clean again, her skin rosy from scrubbing with a towel and her face stripped of makeup entirely. Even her red hair had been brushed lightly so it looked somewhat organized again. She was naturally pretty, as Mack had thought. There were even traces of freckles on her face that made her look younger. Those wrinkles she hid around her eyes and mouth were barely noticeable. Only her lips were different, a bit thinner without that dash of red lipstick. She blushed suddenly, eyes glancing downward at her naked body, and Mack realized he had been staring at her silently. "What? Do I not look good anymore?"

"No, you look even more beautiful. I'm just enjoying seeing the real you," Mack replied. Her face reddened further and she slipped in next to him and gave him another long, deep, and intimate kiss.

"You know how to make me feel good," she murmured and traced her finger through his fair chest hair. Her eyes stared at him from inches away on the pillow, their noses almost touching, and she spoke again. "What was on your mind? You looked so distant when I walked in."

"Just... the same thing as before. I'm still not sure if I should tell you. It's a long story."

"Whenever your cock gets hard, you can stop it."

"Well it is pretty dirty..."

"All the more reason to tell it then. I like dirty."

"Another woman is involved..."

"Do you think I'll be jealous? We just met tonight. I know what a stud you are."

Mack thought for a long moment and then nodded. He slipped his arm under her and let his free hand glide around her naked body as he talked, not trying to arouse her, but just enjoying the feel of her warm flesh. It felt so good to have her attention, to know another living soul cared about him right now.

"Do you believe in ghosts?" he asked, eyes serious.

"I really don't know what I think," Allison replied after a second of thought, "...Maybe?"

"Okay, well keep an open mind then. I've told you about the shooting last week. After any shooting you get mandatory paid time off while they complete an investigation. There was no risk of discipline for me as the facts were pretty clearly in my favor, so I planned on taking a vacation to destress, maybe go upstate to a friend's cabin for fishing, or down to the shore. They'd need to interview me, but told me to come back this week to take care of it."

Allison nuzzled into his neck softly.

"I couldn't sleep well that night and the next morning I decided to go sightseeing in New York like a tourist. My mind was a little frazzled still and I found walking in the sea of business people in mid-town strangely soothing. That's when I saw him."

Allison lifted her head curiously.

"The kid I shot. I saw his hat first, it was colorful and I remembered it well. He was in the crowd walking towards me and we made eye contact. We both froze, and then he turned and took off running."

"What?" Allison said slowly. "You really think it was him?"

"Yes and no. I mean, if he hadn't run I would have thought it just a coincidence. Maybe someone that looked like him in a crowd. But he recognized me, so it couldn't be anyone else. I then assumed I was hallucinating out of guilt."

"It can happen. Shock and post traumatic flashbacks are common," Allison said and gave him a small kiss. "Lack of sleep makes it worse."

"That's what I convinced myself as well. I've heard stories of other cops seeing victims after the fact, either ones they killed or crime victims from the job, your mind playing tricks on you and whatnot.

"But, then I saw him again, later that day. And again. Always in a crowd and he always ran immediately. Maybe running away was what I hoped he had done that night? The last time was on the subway, and he fled my car to go to another. I didn't chase and I noticed that no one else seemed to acknowledge him brushing by them. That just confirmed I was simply losing my mind."

"You did just make out with my asshole, so perhaps you do have a screw loose," Allison joked.

"I didn't hear any complaints," Mack countered and was rewarded with a slight blush. "Anyway, I needed to get my mind clear and was on a train that went to Coney Island, you know, the amusement park? I rode it to the last stop and headed for the beach. Something was calling me to go there, some strange urge.

"It was silly to go to the beach because the day was almost over. I'd been walking the streets and riding the subway for hours already, and it was getting dark. I reached the beach and took off my shoes and just soaked in the feeling of the warm sand on my skin. The most brilliant sunset over Manhattan I've ever seen was happening. The whole sky was on fire and the sun was just starting to drop behind the skyscrapers.

"It was magical and I suddenly felt so much better, like the whole miserable day was fading with the sun and I was finally waking up after sleep walking all day. Coney Island was packed, as always during the summer, and on the beach there were still a lot of people walking, sitting, and even swimming.

"I started to stroll down the sand, heading towards the sunset, when I saw her. She was sitting by herself in a bikini with her back to me, facing the sunset as well. I had this inexplicable urge to talk to her and I wasn't even interested in hitting on her, I was not in that kind of mood. She just seemed different, compelling."

"Yeah right. Cute girl in a bikini and you don't want to make a move? This does sound crazy," said Allison, reaching down to check Mack's cock again.

"Honest. I walked up to her, but couldn't say anything. My tongue was frozen. Without turning, she said 'I've been expecting you' and put down the book she had been reading.

"I sat down next to her, speechless, and she finally looked at me. She was gorgeous, especially in that soft dusk lighting. She practically glowed and her white bikini was almost blinding as the last bits of sun made it shimmer like gold."

"Hmm, maybe I don't want to hear this story," Allison teased. "Gorgeous? More gorgeous than me?"

"Of course not, she couldn't hold a candle to you," Mack reassured, giving Allison a kiss.

"Liar, but I'll take it. What did she look like?"

"She had a hat on, one of those wide brimmed sun hats. Her hair was blonde and long, about mid-back. She was skinny and fairly petite. Not that tall. Nowhere near your curves. And her face..." Mack hesitated, unsure how to describe it. "She had this elfin look to her, mysterious and exotic. Scandinavian or Nordic heritage most definitely. And these huge blue eyes that just froze me."

"I don't know, sounds like a catch to me," Allison said. "Redheads have inferiority complexes, though."

"No, trust me. You are more my type in every way," Mack said, giving her ass a soft possessive squeeze. He regretted his next words immediately. "She was younger, as well."

"Not what you say when comparing another woman to the naked woman in your arms," Allison said icily and then pursed her mouth into a thin disapproving frown.

"No, I meant she was younger and that means she wasn't my type. I don't hit on girls in their twenties! They offer nothing mentally... I can't even hold a conversation!"

"I see. Their tight young bodies don't make up for the lack of conversation? Well, go on, let's hear about how you didn't hit on her then, as I can guess where this is headed!"

"Hah, yeah. You got me. I didn't hit on her though, you'll see. So, I asked her if I knew her, not that I thought I did, but it was the only thing that popped into my mind to get a conversation going. That seemed to throw her and she looked confused, then she said it was unlikely.

"I asked why she had been expecting me then, if we didn't know each other. She laughed and said, 'I didn't mean you, as in you specifically, I just expected someone to come up to me. I'm actually happy with it being you, though.' So, it was clear she was a bit kooky, but something in her personality made me want to keep talking with her. Maybe she was just looking to get picked up?"

"Oh she, seduced poor helpless you, I assume?" Allison said with a chuckle. Her hand squeezed my ass teasingly.

"Pretty much. No seriously! Anyway, I asked her why she was at the beach so late and she said, 'It makes me feel alive.'

"I understood her meaning perfectly at that moment. Watching the sun die and seeing those brilliant warm colors splashed everywhere was like receiving an epiphany, especially given the mood I was in. The urgency of enjoying the fading day made me feel like I was savoring the last bits of the world before it ended. I truly appreciated being alive for what felt like the first time in my life. I don't do drugs, at least haven't since college, but I felt like I was high on something as we watched the sun go down together."

"This sounds so romantic, are you going to just give me a love story or does it get scary again? Was it just seeing the kid that was creepy?" asked Allison shifting a bit and caressing his stomach with her fingers.

"Give me time and yes it does, very much so," said Mack softly.

"Oh my god, does she die?" asked Allison, her eyes widening.

"NO!" Mack answered, realizing he shouted the reply. "No, she doesn't die. No. That's not really it at all. Let me finish.

"She introduced herself as Karina. She was a journalist, one of those investigative ones that covers politics and crime. We hit it off as she loves detectives and police work. She asked me why I had come to the beach and I told her about the shooting and my brush with death the night before.

"That made her nod and she said that she'd had her own near death experience the week prior.

"She'd been in a cab in Brooklyn when a truck with failing brakes barreled into an intersection and clipped her car's bumper. They were spun around unharmed, but the car next to them wasn't so lucky. The truck totaled it and killed the two occupants. A half second slower crossing that intersection and she would have been dead instead."

"A lot of near death experiences these days," noted Allison.

"She said it really shook her and she'd been in a deep depression for days afterwards. That her investigative journalism instincts had made her want to figure out why she felt so guilty and sad instead of relieved. She'd been researching near death experiences and post-traumatic stress and this syndrome was incredibly common. She'd found a book which really helped her with her and was starting to come up with a theory about what was going on. She showed it to me and it was a little paperback that was basically an overview of Buddhism. She actually gave it to me later on to keep.

"A smile appeared on Karina's face and she got excited, telling me she thought she'd figured out a trick to getting back to feeling normal."

"What was it?" asked Allison, suddenly very interested in the story, or at least this particular question.

"The trick, according to her, was to be as alive as you possibly can be. Seize the day and that kind of stuff. Feed your emotions, the good ones at least. I know I'm butchering it, she said it much more eloquently. Anyway, it was inspiring at the moment and I felt this strange zest returning to me that had been missing for a while.

"She asked me, 'Do you want to do something crazy?'

"All my tiredness faded away and I nodded, my heart hammering in my chest. She grabbed my hand and led me down to the water, making me run with her recklessly. The waves were small, but they seemed to crash so loudly that they sounded like thunder. I could smell the salt spray and the water felt incredibly soft as it lapped my bare feet. She took her top off with no hesitation and that made me do a double take."

"I bet you did, don't think I didn't notice you ogling my breasts all night at the bar," Allison quipped.

"Well, of course I looked at her breasts. They weren't nearly as nice as yours, half the size at best. But, I did a double take because she did it so casually and there were people still on the beach! I couldn't believe how bold she was! She didn't care at all and said, 'Take off your clothes, go skinny dipping with me. Be alive. You'll be surprised at how little people notice as everyone is lost in their own world.'

"It was pretty dark by now and honestly, unless they were close to us, a passerby probably couldn't tell that we were nude. I said what the fuck and started stripping naked while she pulled her bottoms down and ran into the surf. I waded in after her and saw her already swimming out, way into the bay.

"I was a little concerned that she was suicidal or something, and swam after her. She was correct though, I was buzzing with energy and feeling so good from this ridiculous stunt. I did feel more alive. When I caught her, she turned and treaded water next to me for a second, her eyes flashing with the reflected light from the city behind me. Then we both were suddenly laughing and smiling, shouting in the growing darkness with exuberance, and feeling like we were on our own island away from the world.

"She threw her arms around me with no warning and kissed me! I was in shock, but I kissed her back by reflex. It just felt so natural. We sunk under the water as our legs entwined and her naked body pressed against me. The kiss seemed to go on forever and we just sank and sank. It got darker, really dark. She had me snared in her limbs and I couldn't swim up. I started to get worried that we were too deep, that she was trying to drown me, but at the same time I felt a strange sense of peace with her embrace. She actually broke it off first and we disentangled to swim back to the surface. She was laughing when I burst out of the water, but I was just gasping for air and a bit shocked.

"I told her I wanted to go to the shallows and led her back towards the beach. She pulled me in for another kiss when we reached chest deep water and there was no risk of drowning. She attacked me like we were alone in a bedroom. Soon I was lost just making out with her and feeling her naked body move against mine. Her ass was so tight and small that I lifted her easily and she wrapped her legs around my hips. She felt so light in the water, like I had nothing in my hands.

"She said, 'Doesn't this feel good?' and stared at me intently.

"She didn't need to ask, my cock was fully hard and pressed against her belly as she rubbed against me. There were families still walking on the beach fifty feet away and I was standing naked with a strange girl in my arms. Then she began to rub my dick with her hand. I'm a fucking NYPD detective for God's sake! Getting caught would be a disaster, but I was too lost in the moment and didn't care."