Dominated by the Ghost: An Alpha Ghost BBW Romance Page 2

“So you think I’m sexy then?” he flirted, flashing a devilish grin at her.

  She dropped her adoring gaze from him and muttered, “Yes, how can you be so warm?”

  “The more emotional I feel the more warmth I radiate Ruth. Right now, I’m pretty emotional. Also the more I feel, the more real I become,” he told her as he squeezed her shoulders lightly as if to prove the point that she could actually feel him.

  “And to think, I thought all ghosts were simply misty illusions and not real at all,” she replied.

  “Some are, Ruth. I’m fortunate that I passed away in a pure accident with no malice meant. I don’t harbor any malevolent feelings toward others at all. I’m what you’d call a happy ghost I guess,” he laughed as he said the words.

  “Mischievous too if my things moving around are any indication,” she teased him as he took her hands in his now and held them tightly.

  “Yep, I knew you’d find that side of me appealing I can tell you like humor,” he chuckled as he studied her hands in his. “You can touch me if you want to, I won’t bite.”

  She took a hand and slowly lifted it toward his handsome face noticing how much she was shaking. John grabbed her hand and helped her to lift it up to his face. He held it there to steady it while she began to feel his soft skin. She didn’t know what to expect but was pleasantly surprised with how real he actually felt. His skin felt as warm as honey and had the smoothness of cream.

  John put his head to one side and nuzzled into her hand clearly enjoying her touch. He took her hand from his face and kissed the back of it lightly. His lush lips were full and swollen upon her hand. John’s touch was akin to a feather being brushed over her skin, she tingled with the sheer pleasure contained within the sensation. He placed her hand back in her lap gently and lifted her chin up so she was looking straight into his dark blue eyes.

  There wasn’t a word spoken between them as he lowered his head and captured her trembling lips with a tender, intoxicating kiss. It left Ruth delirious and hungry for more as he pulled away and looked deep into her eyes.

  She wrapped her arms around his solid and muscular neck while he held her close with his arms wrapped around her back. Ruth shifted so she could press her throbbing, voluptuous breasts against his tee shirt clad chest. Her sensitive and rigidly hard nipples were impatiently pushing against her delicate red silk pajama top.

  John groaned under his breath as he pulled her closer to him and she reached up kissing him hard on the lips. She teased her moist tongue between his slightly parted lips and heard him moan again, louder this time. Her tongue continued exploring his mouth in its seductive sensual dance.

  He thrust his tongue into her wet mouth where it slowly stroked her tongue into complete ecstasy. Ruth ran her fingers delicately through his short brown hair and felt him playing with her long, lustrous blonde tresses.

  He gently brushed her hair over her shoulders and bent his head. His mouth placed delicate kisses to her neck and she moaned quietly as she threw her head back to allow him complete access to her skin. He nibbled the silky nakedness of her neck and Ruth felt a tremor of an orgasm race through her just from him kissing her neck. His touch excited her so much. She could feel her sexual arousal deep within her curvaceous body, her nipples grew more erect and she felt the dampness between her thighs.

  As John kissed her neck and nearly brought her to a climax again, he began fondling her achingly swollen and jiggling breasts through her top. Ruth rubbed her thighs together as though this action would stop her arousal from happening too quickly. She felt the wetness growing and took John’s hand, placing it underneath and up her top until he found her naked, eager breasts.

  “Feel them,” she whispered hungrily in his ear as he began squeezing and stroking her pert mounds and pinching her rigid nipples.

  She nibbled his ear as he squeezed her breasts harder, flicking her hard nipples lightly, causing her to squirm with delight. He tugged at her top and Ruth held her arms up while he gently pulled the flimsy red top over her arms and shoulders revealing her deliciously naked breasts. He groaned as he lowered his head and took a stiff nipple in his mouth. He sucked it while Ruth lie back on the pillows completely at his mercy.

  She reached up for his shirt and started to pull at it impatiently.

  John pulled away from her and she was shocked when he muttered, “I’ve got to go, Ruth. I’m sorry, I’ll return soon.”

  With those words, John vanished as quickly as he’d showed up, leaving Ruth completely confused and completely aroused. She groaned and thrashed in her bed, wondering if she should carry on and please herself.

  I can’t believe he disappeared and left me here wet and ready waiting for his erection to be buried inside my.

  She wanted to climax so badly and finish what he’d started but she resisted the urge to rub her wetness caress her full breasts. Instead, she pulled her top back on, switched off the lights and tried to sleep. Sleep evaded her though as she was too turned on by her encounter with John and too bemused with the reason for him leaving to find sleep.

  ***

  Her cell alarm woke her up, unfortunately when she’d finally managed to drift off. She grumbled as she fumbled for her phone, swiping her finger over the touch screen to shut the blasted blaring off. There were three new text messages from her mom asking if the train was running on time and if she were comfortable. She hastily typed a quick reply back and forced herself out of bed.

  The lure of a steamy shower called her name, so she grabbed her shower gel, and a few minutes later, was enjoying the feeling of warm water running over her shapely body. She couldn’t resist fondling her big and curvy breasts in the shower and pinching her rigid nipples, while she massaged shower gel all over them.

  Her hands dropped down to the apex between her legs and she began rubbing her damp, moist and very needy core. She was just about to ease an eager finger inside her wetness when she heard a voice whispering in her ear.

  “Let me do that for you,” John said huskily.

  No matter how disgruntled she was with him for leaving her in a state of sexual arousal last night, she wasn’t going to refuse his attention now. She gladly let him take over for her.

  Ruth gasped loudly as he pushed a finger gently inside her and she shuddered against him with her throbbing breasts bouncing together as she did so.

  Ruth stood with her legs apart and her back to the shower wall as the feeling of the warm water on her silky, smooth skin heightened her pleasure. John kissed and nibbled her neck and didn’t speak a word as he plunged his finger into her soaking core harder. Ruth held on to his firm body.

  He was still dressed, so his clothes were soaking and his tee shirt was sticking to his muscular physique. He stopped kissing her neck, and looked at her as he pushed his finger into her hot, wet sheath deeper while grabbing her curvy ass with his other hand.

  She groaned loudly knowing her climax was close and especially so once he started rubbing her sensitive clitoris lightly. It took no time at all for her orgasm to wash over her with an intensity she’d never experienced before. Her curvy body shuddered as she held John tightly. Wave after wave of ecstasy traveled through her as she felt the sweet juices of her sexual release run away with the warm water of the shower.

  “I wanted to finish what I started last night,” he said quietly as he kissed her lips.

  “And that you did to absolute perfection,” she gasped as she tried to calm her rapid breathing.

  “Good,” he said huskily as he pushed himself against her and she felt his hard erection through his soaking wet jeans. Arousal bloomed in her belly again and she quivered anticipating how he would feel inside of her.

  He’d transformed her into a sex-crazed girl and she’d only known him since yesterday. But all she desired was his huge and hard shaft thrusting into her.

  “Come on let’s get you out of here and dry,” he smiled as he helped her. Her legs were still shaking uncontrollably from her climax.

  He
switched the shower off and patted her dry, rubbing her hair vigorously. She left the small bathroom and headed into the cabin where she found her clothes waiting for her.

  “You chose these for me?” she asked smiling up at him.

  He nodded his head. “Yes I thought they were perfect for a day of romance and train riding.” He smiled as she walked toward the wardrobe he’d selected for her that day.

  Ruth ran her fingers over the clothes he’d selected. John had chosen well with a knee-length flowery skirt and a plain, white short-sleeved shirt. He’d even picked out a pair of ballerina shoes from her closet. The entire time she’d been married, Ruth had never felt this happy or content. John made her feel complete.

  The only items he’d not chosen were her lingerie. Ruth headed for her suitcase but he stopped her with a gentle hand on her arm. “No lingerie I want you to be panty free and ready for me when I want you.”

  Ruth giggled and liked the concept of no underwear. She went along with it and got dressed with her ample breasts free from the restraints of a bra. They bounced together with every step and her hard nipples protruded through her white shirt.

  John vanished again as he’d done the previous night, but at least this time; she’d been well and truly sexually satisfied prior to him disappearing on her. He never did explain why he’d left so hastily.

  She sat down in front of the mirror and dried her long hair, deciding on a half-up and half-down style for today. She carefully plaited the small ponytail at the back of her head, holding the hair off her face, and then applied some light summery make-up. Ruth noticed how her skin was glowing and put it down to meeting John and the way he made her feel like a teenager in love.

  Her feet slipped into the delicate shoes and she grabbed her bag before leaving the cabin and heading to the dining car for breakfast. She hoped it wouldn’t be too long before she saw John again. The sexual encounters were enjoyable but she thoroughly enjoyed his company.

  There was no reason for her to be concerned about it being a while before she saw him again though, as breakfast was about to prove very interesting for Ruth. As she ordered her food, her thoughts drifted to John and her heart filled with sadness when she recalled the way he’d died.

  He was so young with his whole life in front of him one minute, and then due to an innocent piece of heavy luggage falling on him, he passed away way too early. This was probably the first act of kindness he’d experienced in a very long time, and that made them very similar as Ruth had only known hatred in her marriage toward the end.

  She’d longed for closeness and tenderness, but it’d never come, so what she’d discovered with John was incredible.

  Her breakfast of scrambled eggs on toast and juice arrived and Ruth settled down to eat it, she was starving.

  She picked up her cutlery and then nearly dropped it again as she felt hands running up her smooth thighs underneath the table. Ruth placed her knife down on her plate and reached under the table where she felt John’s short hair, he was kneeling between her shapely legs.

  So this is what he meant by her being ready for him when he wanted her. She was literally aroused and ready for him all he had to do was maneuver up her skirt and feast on her core.

  Ruth giggled as he kissed her thighs. She glanced around the dining car realizing how bizarre she must look so she coughed awkwardly and picked up her knife once again. Luckily, she was sitting alone to eat her breakfast so her strange behavior went unnoticed.

  “Really here of all places, John,” she hissed as she peeked underneath the tablecloth to see his handsome face looking up at her from between her legs. He’d moved her dress up so it were sitting around her thighs and he’d opened her legs wider so he had complete access to the dampness between them. “Can anyone else see you?” she questioned, gazing around the room again. As much as she was turned on, she didn’t want to give the entire room a show. Though, part of her was turned on by the idea.

  “No,” he replied as he went back to kissing her thighs.

  She grinned down at him and then tried to concentrate on her breakfast.

  John began kissing the warm satin skin on her thighs and she felt him opening her shapely legs even wider as his gentle fingers started to rub her aroused clitoris.

  Ruth bit down on her bottom lip as she squirmed slightly in her chair. She tried her best to look normal to anyone watching her, and not like a girl with a man’s tongue darting across her clitoris. She gasped as she felt his tongue starting to lick her apex quickly and she pushed herself into him so she was grinding against his face.

  His tongue licked her faster and faster as she pushed down on to it and squirmed against the hardness of the chair. She groaned and covered the noise up by coughing loudly.

  John put his hands underneath her curvy ass on the chair and held her tightly as he licked her harder and faster, while pushing a finger inside her wetness. Her climax washed over her and she pretended to cough again as her juices flooded out and she shuddered on the hard chair.

  “Are you okay would you like some water?” the waitress asked, giving Ruth a worried look as she stopped at her table.

  “No, thank you. I’m just a little out of breath from coughing that’s all,” Ruth lied as heat flushed across her face. Her eyes darted to look under the table to see John, but he had vanished yet again.

  She finished her, now cold breakfast, and stood up on shaky legs. That was the first time she’d ever experienced a climax while eating breakfast, let alone, the first time in a public place. Ruth hoped it wouldn’t be the last.

  As she was walking back to her cabin, John appeared in front of her making her jump. “You need to whistle or something before you just appear like that,” she laughed as he lowered his head and kissed her gently on the mouth.

  “So did you enjoy your breakfast?” he asked with a wink.

  “Yes, thank you,” she grinned back at him. “Tell me something John are you sure other people can’t see you?” She wanted to be sure no one else had witnessed her breakfast episode earlier. As erotic as it would be, she liked keeping John to herself.

  “Nope, only the person I trust with my apparition, as I explained to you before, it takes me a little while to trust normally. With you, it was very unique as you actually radiate an incredibly positive aura. I felt comfortable with you from the start,” he answered as he walked slightly in front of her while holding her hand.

  “Is that why you were mischievous?” she asked thinking how odd she must look walking along with her hand outstretched holding nothing and talking to herself.

  “Yes. I was playing to see how you’d react, and you reacted perfectly, sweet Ruth,” he said as he squeezed her hand tightly.

  “So, will you be with me until I reach Seattle tomorrow?” she asked hoping his answer would be the one she was waiting for.

  “Yes, if you want me to be, then I shall be. I cannot leave the Empire Builder train. This is my home so to speak. This is the first time I’ve ever met anyone I can talk to and be close with. Most people are too scared of me,” he replied with a sad tone to his voice.

  She thought about his response and replied, “So you’ve tried to appear to people before?”

  “No, I’ve never got as far as showing myself to anyone prior to you. I’ve learnt from other spirits about appearing and how you can radiate warmth and become more real. There are several of us left behind Ruth who have never found solace in wanting to pass over,” he answered as he stopped walking and turned to face her. She noticed tears gently rolling down his handsome face.

  Ruth reached up and tenderly wiped his tears away from his soft skin. “I wish I could help, John. I hate that you’re like this and so wish you were real.”

  He smiled down at her and she looked into his dark blue eyes. “So do I, sweet Ruth, but I guess we don’t always get what we wish for. I wish you could stay here with me but I know that you can’t.”

  She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek whispering, “I wish
I could be with you, John. You’re the first guy that I’ve liked and trusted for a very long time and you’re not even real, if you know what I mean.”

  Ruth immediately felt bad for saying those last words as they sounded harsh even to her ears. He might be a ghost, but he was real enough for her. Their sexual encounters had been the most real and intense of anything she’d experienced before.

  They made it back to her cabin where they laughed and joked the day away. John stayed with her all day, they watched TV, and he lovingly brushed her long hair, and massaged her back. Most of the day was spent simply holding each other close and relishing the company.

  Ruth called her mom who immediately noticed the fact, as only mom’s do, that her daughter had met someone. Ruth tried to explain that it was a complicated situation and not straightforward. This statement led to her mom jumping to the conclusion that he must be married. Ruth changed the topic of conversation and it was left there.

  The day passed by too quickly for Ruth’s liking and she began dreading her forthcoming departure from the Empire Builder the following morning. She’d had more fun in the two short days than she’d had in her lifetime. She knew John couldn’t leave the train with her, so she’d be leaving him behind and that truly depressed her. She’d like nothing more than to introduce him to her family and share a normal happy relationship with him.

  “Hey why the serious face?” he asked as they sat back on her bed watching TV.

  She stared into his dark blue eyes as he played with her hair. “Sorry, I was just thinking about tomorrow and leaving you.”

  “Don’t, Ruth. Please let’s just enjoy the here and now,” he said as he cupped her face in his strong hands.

  “Are you going to vanish again on me, John?” she asked as she wrapped an arm around him as though she hoped her arm would stop him from disappearing.

  “No, I’m here to stay for the day. I’ve gotten used to staying now. It takes practice there’s an art to it, Ruth. You can’t just turn up and automatically stay here. Sometimes you’ve got to leave even if you don’t want to,” he explained as he held the arm she’d wrapped around his hard body.