I had met him years back and while I had started talking to him because of my attraction to him, I learned that he, like me, was very interested in the paranormal. A few months later, we joined together to go ghost hunting combining our separate ghost hunting tools and our knowledge.
Our first investigations were in local cemeteries but after a year we began investigating friend's houses and gained a reputation in the ghost hunting field. We spend a lot of time together even when we aren't ghost hunting but now, four years later, I have yet to sleep with him and god did I want to...
I can picture him perfectly. He is about 5'9", a toned body but not too muscular, although he is in his early forties he looks as though he's ten years younger. He usually wears dark clothes like mine but his hair...He has long light brown hair that goes down to the middle of his back with light strands of gray just starting to show. Usually he keeps his hair back in a pony tail but when he let's it down...
I moan louder now as I plunge my fingers deep in me at the thought of his long hair swaying as he pounds his hard cock into me. My long black hair is spread across my red silk sheets, I close my dark brown eyes in pleasure as I lick my tongue across my blood red lips. I bring my free hand up and massage my DDD tit, rolling my nipple between my fingers. I'm close...
I let myself scream out as my pussy contracts. A tingling feeling passes through my body as it trembles at the height of my orgasm. I hold my fingers deep in me until my entire body relaxes and I just lay there for a moment, enjoying the sensation and picturing him.
I get up and go down the hall to the bathroom and get myself into a nice hot shower. I lather and rinse my hair and proceed to wash my body. As I wash over my breasts I can't help but moan as my hands run over my sensitive nipples. I continue down my stomach and then to my mound where that too has remained quite sensitive from the pleasures I had given myself moments ago.
I find myself aroused again but this time, I want something else to do the work for me. I reach out of the shower curtain to the shelves above the toilet and grab my dildo. Once again I picture Trevor as I lick and suck on the toy, imagining that it is his dick. I lick the suction cup on the bottom and press it onto the shower wall where it sticks firmly.
I position the shower head so that the water is spraying on me as I lean over and back myself to the wall, feeling the toy caress my ass before slipping in between my legs against my pussy. I reach in between my legs and help the dildo glide into me as I push against it. Once it's in nice and deep, I run my fingers up to my clit as I begin to sway my body forward and backward causing the toy to go in and out of me.
I feel the water hitting my breasts and face as I rub my clit furiously, pounding the toy hard as I moan. I feel my warm juices flow down my leg as I cum, pressing hard against the dildo keeping it deep in me as I move my ass up and down causing the head of the toy to wriggle inside me. I scream out as the orgasm becomes more intense before I'm finally done.
I can't keep doing this...I think to myself as I get on my tight black pants. Pleasuring myself is great but it's losing its charm each time I'm faced with Trevor. I need him inside me. I hook up my corset and tighten the laces before tending to my hair and make up.
We have been going to many different locations to do our investigations, including some famous hotels and historical haunted places. Tonight we return to our roots; We are going to the first grave yard we had ever investigated at and I'm excited.
I gather up what tools I have including my E.M.F. reader, my digital voice recorder, and my digital camera and video recorder. By the time I have it all packed, I hear Trevor knocking at my door.
"Ready to go?" He asks me as I let him in.
"Almost." I go over to my chair and grab my long black trench coat and put it on. I see him watching me as I pull my hair out from inside the coat so it doesn't get tucked in and I smile. He quickly averts his eyes though I'm pretty sure I can see a semi forming in his pants. Maybe I should just take him into the bedroom, I think but just then he takes my bag from the couch.
"Is it all packed?" He asks and I nod. "I'll take it out to my car. I'm driving tonight."
I nearly melt at the smile he flashes me and I follow him out of my apartment.
The ride is typical. Like two good friends, we talk and joke while listening to some loud rock music. I catch him taking glances at my breasts as they heave and contract within my corset and I just smile. We were both single at this point but I wondered if our age difference was what was holding him back considering I am in my mid twenties. Age to me didn't matter, but maybe it did to him. It certainly didn't stop him from looking though!
He parks the car and we get out, gather up our equipment, and head into the cemetery. We had already notified the authorities of our investigation so we knew they wouldn't be interrupting us thinking we were up to no good.
"It's a gorgeous night. It's perfect, no wind, no sounds." I say as we walk deeper through the graves. We get to our usual preparation stop at an old mausoleum in the center of the grave yard and we put our bags down on the steps.
"You're right, it'll make it easy to tell what is dust and no cross contamination of the audio." He says and I can't help but giggle. Though he was interested in the paranormal, until I had introduced him to proper ghost hunting he had never done anything like it before and so most of what he has learned has come from me.
We begin our investigation with him holding the video recorder and an E.M.F. reader and I hold my own video recorder as well as the digital voice recorder, our bags slung onto our backs. We walk around and record for a while before we begin asking questions out loud to any spirits who may be around. It all seems quiet right now but after many investigations, we know things can change at any moment and reviewing the evidence can also reveal more that we hadn't caught on the field.
We decide to separate, first making sure our batteries are full and everything is running correctly. I decide to head down to the section with the pond while he stays on the opposite side of the mausoleum.
"I've made it to the pond." He hears me say this over the walkie talkie.
"Alright, I'm working my way to the back of the cemetery." I hear him respond back.
I had caught some interesting things in the past by the pond which is why I wanted to come here on my own first. I turn off the voice recorder and put it in my pocket before going into my bag and getting out the E.M.F. reader to get a base line of the electromagnetic field around the pond. Once I've traveled the whole perimeter, I find a rock to sit on and place the reader on it and take out my voice recorder again and turn it on.
I scan the grounds around me as I look through the screen on my video recorder and at first I see nothing. I continue to pan around and stop suddenly as I see something that seems to be hovering over the pond water.