Phantom Flings

The hot and bright yellow sun was high in the clear blue sky and the sweat was pouring down her body even pooling in her far too thick cotton bra. It was cold this morning when she got dressed. The air conditioning on the old car had long since packed up, well before she got her hands on it. Eventually, after several miles of twisting and turning, she pulled into a clearing. The voice of the GPS curtly told her she had arrived at her destination. There was an old wooden house to her right and a large tree lined lake to her left. She pulled into what looked like the old gravel lined car parking space.

Jenny pushes open the door and smiling happily walks slowly down the gravelly path towards the wooden jetty. She pauses, taking a deep breath of the fresh air whilst admiring the view, all while unsticking her sweaty top stuck to her back and her shorts wedged firmly between her buttocks.

She spins around 360 degrees. There is literally no one else here. There is the sound of silence. She is all alone in the peace and quiet. She takes another deep breath of the fresh air and closes her eyes and listens to the silence, the occasional bird noise and the water lapping on the shore fills the space. She contentedly sighs.

Jenny likes people to think she is a party animal, out all-night having fun, but she is truly happy being in the countryside. The peace and quiet of nature. She kicked off her shoes and hopping around took off her white ankle socks, stuffing them inside the shoe. Trying to be careful not to fall in early through the almost rotten brown wooden slats, stepping over the one that is missing, that was showing the crystal-clear water below her feet. Looking to her left and right, there is not a soul around. With a smile she wiggles her skinny hips and drops her shorts, underwear and then off comes her top and very sweaty bra.

She slowly walks to the end of the jetty. She is feeling incredibly hot and sticky as she carefully and dainty as possible gets herself over the wood without breaking anything, with a sniff can now smell her own sweat permeating from her armpits. Raising her hands above her head she performs a perfect dive with minimal splash. She butterfly kicks as she goes deeper under the water, finally reaching the surface she gasps for air, kicking her feet to stay upright, she blinks hard shedding water from her eyelids as she runs her hands through her hair to get it away from her face. The air is hot, the water Is cool, it's a delightful feeling. After driving for five nearly six long hours getting in the water is just what she needs.

Years of competing for the swim team help. She takes the opportunity to swim out into the middle of the lake. She shouts "Hello" and her voice is lost in size. To her side there is a loud splash followed by a squawk, it makes her jump. Relief flows through her body. It's only ducks landing in the water in the distance. Bobbing around she sees how big it is, how large the surrounding forest and mountains in the distance. It's utterly bliss. There are a couple of boat houses and shacks further down in the far corner of the large lake. But at that moment she felt totally alone. No wonder her great uncle loved spending weeks here in summer.

Half an hour later she eventually swam back to the jetty. With a gasp she struggles to climb back up, it's more difficult than a pool side especially when you don't trust the wood to hold your weight. She was hoping just to throw her top and shorts on and get her bags out of the car and properly dry off in the house.

It's an effort to climb out as she gets up off her knees, her slim naked body glistening in the late afternoon sunlight, dripping water creating puddles all over the wooden slats, that she realizes something is amiss. There is no point trying to be careful to avoid getting her clothes wet.

Slowly looking around, with her heart rate climbing, it's obvious that her clothes have vanished. They are nowhere to be seen. Sniffing the air there is the surprising hint of cigarette smoke lingering. She stifles a cough and scans the area, there is literally no one around.

A confused Jenny, mystified, continues looking around and then, protecting her modesty the best she can, walks back to the car, and then with nothing in sight, back to the jetty. Looking around she cannot see them anywhere. They were not even floating on the water next to the beach. She finally looks up for inspiration and her mouth drops open, and a cold shiver is instantly sent down her spine. As in between the branches of the trees are her clothes. They are cleverly hung out as if they are being worn, stretched out between the twigs. Her flowery rose bra is clasped firmly around the tree trunk, and her sweaty now rather dark green cotton thong was now clearly drying out, the color almost camouflaged in with the vegetation. Her shorts and Cami top are hung up on the twigs even higher. Holding an arm across her chest to protect her modesty from anyone that might be watching and laughing at her as she one handed, grabbed a long stick to try and poke them to get them down. But to no avail, they were all well out of reach high above her. However enthusiastically she jumped, bounced, and wiggled the stick she could not reach them.

Chapter 2

I slowly bend over and tug, it's no good, I'm just not strong enough. With a deep breath I then groan as I squat down to shuffle the large heavy terracotta plant pot to the side that should be hiding the key. It's far heavier than I expected and extremely difficult to move. Perfect safety device. I then feel a little more relaxed when the brass key is there sparkling in the sunlight.

The drive took hours. At the supermarket in the last town for miles, I bought about a month's worth of frozen pizza, coffee, and wine along with three cartons of cigarettes, knowing that I was going to be so remote. I did not want to run out of anything. Especially my cigarettes. I need them more than anything, they are practically my oxygen to survive. It was as I followed the road it dawned on me just how much further it was than Tammy and I thought. Guzzling takeout coffee and plenty of water that I bought; I was horrified that once I left town there was not a single gas station for miles. Thank God for the hedge on a very empty road. I very much needed to go.

Pushing at the large wooden door slowly opened, but even that simple process sent a shiver down my spine as the hinges loudly creaked and the sound echoed in the empty hallway as they moved. Inside it was a beautiful old house, with white painted walls, with occasional framed print. It had a living room on one side, a reception or dining room on the other. An almost grand central staircase leading upstairs.

I dump my laptop bag on the dining room table, it's a perfect spot to write. Bright and airy, so much larger than my spare room, and I could look directly down from the house out onto the wooden jetty and then out into the glistening lake. It clearly said in the emails that it was a no smoking property. But there is no chance of that. I brought several cans of air freshener with me. I lean my weight against the table, and it creaked equally loudly as I lit my cigarette.

It was then that I heard the gentle banging sound coming from the kitchen. I knew that some tricks would be played to make you think it was actually haunted. People could not manage to stay a single night here.

Leaving my belongings in the dining room I followed the sound. Rolling my eyes, I instantly see the problem. The kitchen window had been left ajar, one of the cabinet doors was gently banging in the breeze. I closed the window and like magic the gentle banging stopped. The kitchen is perfectly suitable for my needs. It's not large, with the dated shaker style cabinets, but when cooking a pizza for one, it doesn't need to be large and modern.

Back in the dining room, I set up my laptop. Getting it fired up and staring at the screen waiting for action, as the fan kicked in blowing dust up from the table, I couldn't help but cough before the banging started again in the kitchen. It was then that I knew that it was going to be an annoying distraction. Leaving a trail of smoke from my dangled cigarette, I march back into the kitchen to find the window ajar yet again. With it firmly closed, I got back to the computer, turning on the lights as the sun is now threatening to set.

I need to sit down, really wanting to eat a chocolate bar and start writing chapter two. Then my mind drifts and I start to think about dinner. I had done so well with Chapter One whilst very hungover last week.

Chapter Two...|

Having sat there patiently for twenty minutes, and two cigarettes and soon figured out that I could not write anything on top of thinking about being hungry in the late afternoon and into the evenings. What also did not help was that the lights were on an almost permanent cycle of powering up, then slowly dimming, before brightening again at random intervals.

Standing in the kitchen, almost holding on to the window, I cook one of my over two dozen frozen pizzas for tea. I don't want to think about cooking anything too difficult. My focus had to be on writing. But standing there does mean that I can lean against the counter and keep an eye on the window whilst the food cooks. I also distracted myself as I rummaged through the drawers looking for candles as the lights dipped once again, it was a relief when after a bit of willing and staring at them they brightened once again. Every time they dimmed you felt as if you had to pause what you were doing, count to ten as you waited, and then when they brightened carry on.

Sitting at the dining room table, I poured myself another glass of wine and sat down to quietly eat my pizza. No sooner had I done so, than the banging started again.

Rolling my eyes, I let it go. I knew there and then that this house was going to test my patience. I also knew that the best thing to do was to ignore it. I came here for inspiration. I just had to think it was like a child having a tantrum. I needed the spooky atmosphere to write. I soon found that drinking wine helps sooth the edges. I focused on keeping my glass topped up and my cigarettes continuously lit. I knew that I was going to use these two weeks productively. I raised my glass and thanked Tammy.

As the night wore on my eyelids had begun to start drooping, I was tired after the drive, and with the incessant banging and lights flickering, it was not long until I felt it was finally bedtime, after three glasses of wine I was getting used to the noise. The cupboards were unfortunately not in tune with each other. Climbing the old creaking wooden steps to the master bedroom, I managed to get ready for bed without anything strange happening. Finally, when I was ready to sleep, the banging stopped. The attempt at being spooky finally ended.

Chapter Two...|

After I had brushed my teeth, got dressed in my comfortable fresh yellow cotton panties and light green extra-large t-shirt, and then lit my pre-bedtime cigarette. I always needed just one more before I went to sleep. Just to settle me and my lungs. I sat there on the edge of the bed and turned the TV on. I jumped; the mattress creaked. The sound was far too high, almost deafening. I dropped the remote trying to hurriedly turn it down. I sat there and finished my cigarette watching, well actually listening to the news, with my glasses off the screen was a blur, before turning the sound right down. Having the TV on means there is someone to say hello to in the morning. Just leaving the images flashing against the wall I thought might help keep the spooky things away, just a bit of safety. I snuggled down under the bed sheets, soon falling fast asleep.

Everything was fine for a few hours. I had a good dream, eating an endless chocolate cake. It was bliss. Though it then got a bit weird. I felt as if there was something suffocating me, lying on top of me. Crushing me into the bed. When the weight then started carefully caressing my breasts, I slowly opened my eyes to the blurred world, I felt a chill in the air. My bedsheets had now gone. There was a cold presence on top of me. My fingers could not find the sheets to pull back on over me. I felt as if I needed protection.

Through my blurred vision I remember, the television had been on, but now it was clearly off. The room was very dark. But in the dim light of the moon, I looked down at my large sagging chest, and I could clearly see and feel indents as if it was fingers groping my fat breasts. It was not my hand; they were gripped tight with fear onto the bed sheets. The indents were moving around, I could feel these ghostly hands whilst watching the effects and after a few minutes naturally began to actually enjoy it. I was getting pleasure from being turned on by nothing at all. I was clearly asleep.

I tried to shift my hips around a little trying to get up. But I could not. I was being held down on the mattress. Firmly stuck to the bed.

All I could do was lay there and "enjoy" it. I was open-mouthed, breathing heavily as through my top my breasts were being played with. The cool hand stopped, a moment of nothing. I am breathing hard trying to work out what the hell is going on. Then, whoosh, my t-shirt was pulled up over my tits and tucked up under my chin. I shivered when the extremely cool air of the room hit my breasts as they instantly slumped to the side, no longer being contained. My pink nipples that are already pronounced, grow hard from the groping and the chilly atmosphere.

The thing notices too. Something starts pulling and twisting my nipples, I can't help myself. I start to moan and squeal with every delightful twist. I try to fling my arms around, but there is nothing there. My arms are flailing around above me in the cold air. I end up wincing as I thump my own face.

The dreams that this house creates are amazing. Being able to feel so turned on yet not see or touch anything or anyone. I was amazed as I watched my breasts begin to dance as they were being pulled and twisted. Then my nipples on both breasts began to rise and fall like buoys on the tide. I could only imagine this dream because only the other day I thought of Tammy playing with my breasts as she worked my shoulders. I now wish she had. She has done it once or twice before. I moan loudly again. There is now something pressing against my stomach, I can see it moving as if there is something inside me, like a scene from Alien. But I know it's on top. My stomach keeps moving around.

I squeal with excitement; I am enjoying this stimulation or dream. I moan loudly as I feel a heavy thick object pushing against my panties. I must have a deep wet camel toe now as it thrusts against the fabric. I can feel it bouncing against me as if it's on a trampoline. My panties are being stretched, going deeper into me. They are so old; lying there I hope they don't rip. I can hardly breathe, panting and loudly wheezing so much. My lungs are not used to this sort of stimulating workout. It has been years.

It could be cock, but it's cold. Whatever it is pushing against my sex, I can very much feel the cool sensation of it through the stretched cotton.

I scream as quietly as I can. I can now feel that there is something slimy on my naked breasts, I can't see it but it feels like a tongue. There is an amazing sensation as my nipple is being vacuumed by something, sucked high into the air, whilst at the same time my panties are being stretched, as they thrusted hard against. I can't take the feeling for too long. It's utterly amazing. At the same time what could be the sensation of fingers caressing all over my fat body. I am panting so hard, it's like I have been jogging around the park for hours and hours. I am grateful I am lying down.

The hand again manipulates my belly, squeezing it and playing with it, before it finds the elastic of my panties. The cold fingers dig deep into my hip fat, I can feel it twanging the fabric trying to get purchase. It gives up for a second and then...Oh my god... I gasp as the freezing force is like someone firmly sticking an ice pole inside my panties and rubbing it against my pussy. Oh wow. This dream is amazing. The cold force is now flicking at my pussy lips squeezing my panties against my body. I am worried that they are going to stretch so much that they snap with the force. I can feel the cotton pressed through as the cold fingers circle my clit, I feel so wet, it feels so nice. It's so wrong. There is nothing here. I am imagining it all.

Conversely, I am literally terrified of what is going on. I am being turned on by my imagination beyond my wildest dreams. There is nothing on top of me, but there is something sucking my breast and so close to being inside me, that I am excited to feel what.

But then it all stops, I yelp as my panty elastic slaps back into place against my stomach just below my belly button, and at the same time the suction on my breasts stops. At this moment I don't want it to stop. I want to shout at it to continue. I was really enjoying that.

It is quiet for all of five seconds, all I can hear is my own loud rasping wheezy breaths as I am lying there breathing heavily, panting like a dog. At this very moment I wish I was fitter. I could have the energy to continue for hours. But the more I think about it, I just want to stop for a cigarette break, that would be so nice right about now. Light up and relax my lungs for a few minutes.

Whoosh, the force returns. The thumbs, or whatever they are, back fidgeting around my hip fat playing with my panty's elastic. I feel the fabric moving away from my overhanging stomach, I playball I lift my overly buttocks a bit to help this force. It's strong, in one quick movement. My huge panties are down by my knees. My stomach flops down against my thighs practically covering my pussy. My panties after swinging side to side on my chunky ankle are finally tugged off my foot, I hear them loudly slap to the floor.

I feel the cold air, but again there is nothing on me, I am lying there naked bar my t-shirt scrunched up around my neck, panting and gently moaning with anticipation.

I then again feel the cold force tickling between my large thighs, whoosh the force spreads my legs wide. I then feel something, that same vacuum sensation that I had on my breasts between my inner thighs. It starts on the soft inner thigh then all of a sudden, it's sucking on my clit, devouring my juices. Before the tongue starts delightfully swirling and teasing me once again.

This all feels amazing. Yet I can't see anything. I wave my hands around. There is literally nothing in front of me.

The mouth or vacuum is probing me sending electric shocks through my body. I can see the imprint of the head pushing my stomach up out the way of my pussy so that it can get to me. I am so enjoying this sensation.

I grab hold of the pillow I am moaning trying to twist, thrust my hips against this force. I came...I could not hold out any longer, I have not felt this way with any other man, especially Dave.

All of a sudden, the force disappears. I think I am done. I can go back to sleep and try to wake up again without this dream.

I am panting hard trying to get oxygen into my useless lungs, over 20 years of smoking means they are crap at doing that task at this very moment. I feel as if my heart is going to bounce itself out of my rib cage. It's working so hard. It was then my hip fat started getting indented. I can feel a strong hand. Whoosh. I swear as I am then forcefully rolled over. I'm grunting, my nose is firm against the mattress, struggling to breathe through suffocation. I then feel a strong arm-like thing forcefully jiggling and burrowing itself through my soft stomach fat that it squished against the mattress. It loops around then whoosh; I am lifted up like a forklift onto all fours. This thing was extremely strong, no human could easily lift me. I know, I keep looking at the scales, I am far too heavy.