Shadows of My Imagination

"No that can't be. We would've heard them."

"That's my point. The door was shut and now it's open and we didn't hear or see a thing. Maybe it wasn't someone but something."

She tried to calm me down, "You've been watching too many ghost TV shows. Let's check the latch. These old things are made out of iron and iron rusts."

Sure enough, the latching mechanism was stuck inside the door. She twisted the handle and the latch popped out. She twisted it again and the latch stayed in the door.

She explained what was now obvious, "This handle was rusted shut before we turned it. The rust made it stick. When we shut the door, it was closed but not latched. The drafts then blew it open. No ghosts involved."

I still wasn't calm, "Then why didn't we hear the door or feel the draft?"

She walked up close to me and whispered in my ear. "Well, I was too busy concentrating on you to notice a stupid door. Maybe you were distracted thinking about me, or about what we could be doing."

She pressed her lips against mine for a slow and sexy kiss.

She pulled away and said softly, "Do you want to make me believe in ghosts or do you want to do other things to me?"

She took my hands and put them on her chest. I could feel her soft breasts through her shirt. "I know what I want you to do," she purred. "How about you lie down."

My head was still buzzing from the alcohol, but this exotic beauty had skillfully turned my fear into lust. I lay down as she closed the door and shook it to make sure it was latched. She did a sexy strut to the edge of the sleeping bag and started unbuttoning her shirt. When she was done she slowly peeled it off her shoulders revealing a purple lace bra. She turned and gave me a view of her alluring back while she unzipped her jeans. She bent over as she pushed them down and off her legs, showing me a matching purple thong.

Malani pivoted on one foot to face me. She was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Her shape, her skin tone, the way the lantern light bounced off her, she was incredible. She flashed a sultry smile, "I've always wanted you to see me like this. Do you like what you see?"

"You're amazing."

"You can see more but you have to take your clothes off."

Without a second thought, I did as she asked. I lay in front of her, naked and fully aroused. She smiled and cooed, "You're as perfect as I imagined."

She grabbed the base of her bra with both hands and lifted it over her head. She had beautiful B cup breasts capped with perfectly proportioned dark brown areolas. She squeezed a breast in each hand before pulling the nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Malani moved her hands down to her hips and hooked the waistband of her thong under each thumb. She stared into my eyes as she bent over, pushing them down to her ankles. When she stood she revealed a completely hairless pussy. I vocalized my only thought, "You're so beautiful."

She crawled on top of me, our lips met and our tongues danced. We explored each other's bodies. My heart was racing, my breathing was hard to control. Having this incredibly hot woman, naked and on top of me was exhilarating.

She broke away from our kiss and started grinding her body into mine. As our naked flesh rubbed together she moaned, "I've been so horny since you called me. I've wanted you like this for so long. Once we planned this night I knew it would finally happen. I've been touching myself thinking about it, thinking about you. Now, you're here, you're mine, and it's really happening."

I grabbed her ass with one hand and pulled down forcing her bare pussy to rub against my hard cock. With my other hand, I took a fistful of her curly brown hair and started kissing just below her cheekbone. "Bite my neck," she cried out. "Do it. Please bite my neck."

I did as she demanded. I kept ahold of her hair and yanked her head around while I racked my tongue and teeth all over her sexy neck. Malani cried out in pleasure. Having the building to ourselves there was no need to hold back on the volume. Her enjoyment echoed off the walls of the room.

She dug her nails into my chest and pushed herself up into a sitting position. My hands started massaging her tits. She was grinning down at me while smearing pussy juice on my erection. With passion in her voice, she said, "You know how to make me so wet. And I'm making you super hard aren't I? I want that hardness. I want it in my mouth."

She bent down and we kissed passionately. She started nibbling on my lower lip before making her way to my chin, then my neck, then my stomach, and stopped when she reached my hard cock. She slowly ran her small fingers up and down the shaft. She brought her face to my dick and started whispering, "I used to listen to you and Jenna. I could hear you guys messing around on the other side of the wall. I would wonder what exactly you were doing to each other."

Malani had my erection in her hand and was rubbing the tip on her lips, "I imagined her sucking your cock, making you feel good."

She put the head in her mouth and slid down until my entire length disappeared. She pulled up lashing my sensitive flesh with her tongue, then deep throated me again. I rested my head on a pillow and gave into sensations I didn't think possible.

I was enjoying the massage her tongue was giving my cock when I felt a chill run over my body. I put my hands down to run through Malani's hair. But rather than feeling soft long curls, I felt vaguely familiar short, straight hair. My eyes opened and I looked down at her.

It was not Malani with my cock in her mouth, it was Jenna, my college girlfriend. Terror struck me. What was going on? I must be seeing things, there was no way she could be here. Was I dreaming? Jenna pulled off my cock, tapped it on her tongue and looked me in the eyes, "Do you miss me? Did I ever suck you cock this good?"

I shook my head and forced my mouth to move, "Nn No. No. No. This isn't possible."

My vision blurred as she sucked my manhood deep into her mouth. I felt a chill followed by twitching in the pit of my hips indicating an imminent climax. Seconds later an orgasm took me. I shot jet after jet of warm cum into her throat. The bolts of pleasure caused me to crunch up. That's when I saw that Jenna was gone and Malani was again attached to my ejaculating cock.

When my spasms stopped she cuddled up on my chest. I was trying to make sense of what was going on. The orgasm and the alcohol were making it difficult. The alcohol, that's it, it must have been that booze she brought. It must have properties that I'm not used too. I started feeling calmer, the fear that I was losing my mind faded. My wits had come back to me as well as the strong need to return the pleasure to my sexy partner.

I rolled over so Malani was on her back and I was on top of her. I ran my hands over her smooth light brown skin before I began sucking her boobs. I moved from one to the other and back. She whimpered, "I love how good your tongue is."

I closed my eyes and started rubbing my face across her hardened nipples, "Your breasts are amazing!"

"Yeah, you like them? They're good enough for you? You don't want something different, something bigger?"

I felt her skin quickly go cold then warm just as fast. Her flesh felt different, softer. I pulled my head up, opened my eyes and was shocked by what I saw.

The girl from the deli was under me. It was not Malani, it was the blonde. I was no longer sucking on B cups with perfect brown nipples but D cups with large pink nipples. The deli girl looked at me with her blue eyes and asked, "Don't you like these tits better? I saw you looking at them. Wouldn't you rather play with these?"

I didn't understand what was happening. How could this be? Where did Malani go? Where did this girl come from? Is she the one that opened the door? Had she been here the whole time? I couldn't get my brain to work right. I shut my eyes in hopes that it would help me focus. I felt another chill wash over my body.

When I opened my eyes Malani was back. She was running her hands through my hair, "Keep going baby. I want to feel your tongue down there. I want you to taste me."

I was confused by what was happening but her encouragement pulled me back into the moment. My mouth moved south, sliding over her stomach and stopping at her smooth pussy. It was completely hairless with the folds of flesh starting to open. I could smell her arousal.

I started running my tongue up and down the inside of her pussy lips. She was wetter than any woman I had ever experienced. The tongue to vagina contact made the muscles in her ass jerk, sending her hips up and down. I continued to lick her most intimate place. She began moaning, "Yeah, that's it! Lick my pussy! Suck it!"

Malani began wiggling back and forth, I could tell she was enjoying this. I used one of my hands to part her lips and inserted a finger. She was warm, smooth and very wet. She gasped, grabbed my head and started to grind her pussy into my mouth. It was all I could do to keep up with her movement. Her pace was getting faster and faster. I went from licking her labia to sucking her clit.

"Ooohh, baby keep going! Keep eating me!" she demanded. "I wanna cum! I want you to suck my pussy till I cum! Suck it till I cum!"

I kept at it for just a few seconds more before I felt her muscles tense then explode in movement. Her whole body shook and a flow of juices came out of her. She screamed out a moan so loud it reverberated throughout the room.

I removed my mouth but she had two fists full of my hair that kept my head from moving. All I could do was watch and wait for her writhing and moaning to run their course. When it did she pulled my head up to hers and pressed our faces together, "That was so sexy. It's never felt that good. You turn me on so much. I wanna taste. I wanna know what I taste like on your lips."

After a few moments of aggressive kissing, she rolled us over so I was on my back and she was on top of me. She wiggled her hips around until my cock was covered with her pussy lips. Malani started sliding her womanhood over my renewed erection. She dug her nails into my chest and half spoke half moaned, "I've wanted to touch you like this for so long. We're so close, I'm ready for you to be inside me."

The words, "I, I have rubbers in my backpack," fumbled out of my mouth.

She smiled, "Oh silly, we don't need those. I want to feel your flesh on my flesh. Don't worry it's safe."

She rolled her hips creating a clear path of penetration. I felt my cock slowly enter her. The warm, soft, textured inner skin of her vagina stretched around my cock. She became still allowing our body's to adjust to the incredible sensations.

Malani leaned down pressing her forehead into mine, "Oh, we're finally doing this, so many nights I've wanted this."

She started slowly sliding up and down on my cock. I placed my hands on her hips and began to match her movements. We both kept our eyes open as we fucked. She bit her bottom lip and parted her knees, giving me a full view of my cock going in and out of her pussy. I moved my gaze to her face where her big brown eyes met mine. She smiled and continued riding my cock with vigor, occasionally squeezing her tits.

She knew how to find a rhythm we both enjoyed. Waves of pleasure rolled up my spine to my brain. I closed my eyes, relaxed and let the incredible feeling of sex envelope me.

Malani began moving faster. She sat up and started riding me in earnest. She began moaning loudly and saying things like, "Matt you feel so good inside me. I've wanted this for so long. I wanted you to touch me inside. Do you like it? Do you like my pussy?"

In my Zen-like state, I mumbled an answer, "Your pussy is amazing. So good, so good Molamy"

Without breaking her rhythm she questioned, "Did you just say, Mommy? Is that what you said? Does that turn you on?"

My skin went cold and clammy. I opened my eyes to the most heart-stopping image of my life. The woman impaling her pussy on me was no longer Malani. It was my mother!

Her face didn't look like it does today, but rather what it did when I was in college. She was completely naked with my cock clearly visible sticking into her vagina.

"Is this what you like baby? Do you want to be with Mommy like this? Oh, Matt, you feel so good. I'm gonna cum any second."

She was running her fingers along my shoulders and rubbing her breasts in my face as she continued to bounce on my cock. I could feel her clit and thick pubic hair grinding on my pubic bone.

"Don't fight it if you like it, baby. You can cum inside. I wanna feel you squirting inside me."

What was happening to me? This was more than too much alcohol. It was more than just seeing things. I was feeling things. Every part of this moment felt real but it was impossible. Was I having a psychotic break? That thought was terrorizing. No, it couldn't be that. I can't let it be that. I won't let it be that. Maybe I could push away these delusions, force myself back to reality.

"No! No!" I shouted, gripping her hips and thrusting hard. "Malani, I want Malani. I want her. I want her sexy pussy. I've always wanted her." I kept thrusting harder and harder, saying her name over and over.

I felt the air chill again, I looked up, my mother was gone and Malani was back. She had the look of a woman on the crest of climax. "Oh, baby yes! I love it when you say my name. I'm going to cum. Yeah right now! I'm cumming!" She let out an orgasmic scream.

I pulled her tight down against me, burying my cock as deep as it would go. Strong spurts of fluid shot out of me. We both shuddered and jerked through our combined release. When it faded, she fell onto my chest and I wrapped my arms around her. We could feel each other's hearts beat as we fell asleep.

***

I remember a sense of foreboding as I drifted toward consciousness. I had the feeling of lean, cold hands closed around my throat. I hadn't felt anyone crash on top of me. It was as though the hands had been there waiting until I was most vulnerable. I tried to call out, but couldn't make a sound. Raw fear kicked me awake to see an image of pure horror.

Malani was sitting on me, her arms straight, elbows locked, fingers wrapped tight around my neck and her nails digging into my flesh. Her eyes were glowing white. Her mouth was the twisted shape of a carved pumpkins smile. That smile was full of sharp pointed teeth. She was making a noise that was half-hiss half-laugh.

Adrenaline pumped hard as survival instinct filled my body. I tore at the cold hands but could not loosen them. I twisted my body trying to roll out from under her, but she had me pinned. I kept thrashing as I fought for breath. I grabbed her right wrist with both hands but could not peel it away. One hand slid up her arm where I could feel a well-defined muscle. I squeezed it with all my strength. The pressure on her wrist and upper arm made her elbow bend. I pulled my feet in and thrust my hips up. This was enough to roll her over my shoulder and off.

I scrambled to my feet and ran. As I dashed down the hall, the room doors were opening and slamming shut. I practically fell down the stairs, as the carved posts became monstrous claws reaching for me. I got to the lobby to find mist coming out of the floor, filling the room with haze. I sprinted through the fog to the front door.

Once I was out the door I saw my car in the moonlight. I ran as fast as I could to the driver's side door. I realized when I got there it was locked. I instinctively reached for my keys only to find I was wearing just boxers and a tee-shirt. I didn't have the keys.

I heard a terrifying hiss and looked back. Malani was standing naked just outside the lobby door. She was snarling a mouthful of sharp teeth and her eyes were glowing a piercing white. She charged at me with incredible speed. I could hear her bare feet slapping the sidewalk. She closed the gap between us and leapt, thrusting her claw-like hands at my face. As they made contact my world went black.

***

I woke with a jolt, sitting straight up. I was covered in a cold sweat, my heart racing and my breathing labored. My surroundings slowly sunk in. I was on the bedroll in the ballroom. Sunlight was coming in from the windows and the skylight. The smell of fresh coffee filled the room. Malani was sitting in just her panties, next to the propane burner waiting for the pot to finish brewing. "Good morning baby. Good sex must make you tired because you've been out cold for hours."

The situation started making sense to me, "I, I had some really crazy dreams."

"Oh yeah, like what?" She asked with a grin.

I wiped the sleep from eyes, "Ah hard to explain. How about you?"

"Are you kidding, the sex and the orgasms you gave me were better than any dream I could ever have."

She came over and snuggled up to me. We talked and enjoyed the coffee before deciding to head out.

***

After my car was loaded we went to the basement and collected the sampling canisters. Malani took initial readings before putting them back in their case. "Well?" I asked.

"The lab will need to confirm these readings, but it looks like this place is a hot mess. I'm picking up radon, methane, xylene, VOCs, and ROGs. I'm even picking up nitrogen in some areas and pure oxygen in others, I've never seen that before."

"So you're saying there's laughing gas coming up from the ground?"

She shook her head, "No the nitrogen is coming from one side of the basement and the oxygen from the other."

"Well, could they be mixing in the air?"

"No silly, it doesn't work that way. Don't worry, remember I told you the company I work for sells systems that can capture and remove all of these. I'll make sure you get the good lover discount price." She grinned and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

***

I drove us back to her place. We had a sensual and sexy goodbye kiss and agreed to get together again. She whispered in my ear, "Being able to play with you is something I've waited a long time for. Now that I've done it I don't want it to end."

During my trip home I tried to make sense of what I'd experienced. It must have been the booze or the vapors or a combination of both. But why wasn't Malani affected? Everything felt so real but didn't make any sense. There are no such things as ghosts. Malani certainly wasn't a shape-shifting demon.

It must've been my imagination. Maybe not my active imagination, but those thoughts and fears that hide in my imagination. Yes, that was it, the vapors must have brought out the shadows of my imagination. It couldn't have been anything else right?