"Hi, Steve, you got here right on time," she said in a soft sexy voice. Of course everything about her was sexy as she was wearing the same thin, whit... tank top and her erect nipples were poking out all nice and stiff. She also had on a pair of short cutoffs that showed off her long, tanned legs. I got a boner just looking at her. She moved in close, bringing her lips to mine, rubbing her slender, toned body up against me. Her hand found my cock and she started to stroke me though the rough. Our mouths parted together and I could taste him as he slowly worked his tongue into my mouth. My cock felt like it would just explode there and then. He pulled back slightly and we looked at each other. We were both breathing deeply, just looking into each others eyes. I felt my hands move of there own accord. One felt his bum through the material of his jeans and the other grabbed his back as we dove into another kiss.This time it was hard and deep and sexual. Our tongues attacked each others. She felt his presence often, floating beside her, whispering in her ear. He was the ghost of a long dead man, who in life had been a lustful lady killer. He was touchy for a ghost. Sometimes, as he whispered his long tales of love and drama and heroic deeds, she would feel a ghostly touch on her body. Ethereal remnants of hands would seem to caress her bosom. Sometimes she would just brush them away and he would stop. Sometimes, when the mood struck her she would let him have his way. His story. The older man is always guilty, even if the facts don't support it. And if it is the reverse, an older woman with a younger man ... Actually there was a case like that somewhere out west. She was a married school teacher, and he was like 14 or so. She ended up with prison time, and he was forced to go to a therapist. I don't know why, something like that has to be every young man's dream. None of this groping around with neither of you quite knowing what you're doing. She's had kids. She knows..