Ghost Bob got to know the lovely Kara online as his namesake; I chatted with her and looked at her photos, which revealed her many sexual interests. Like me, my ghost knew that she watched porn and read adult stories in bed to put her in the mood for some self-satisfaction, and then a good night's sleep. So one night when I fell asleep thinking of Kara, Ghost Bob floated away to visit her.

He mystically transported himself to her home and found her in bed wearing a red chemise and reading a book. She was the picture of subtle sexual attraction, with gorgeous legs showing the way to her pussy but leaving some mystery, lovely breasts and nipples hidden under the deep red of her nightgown, and luscious red lips. To top it off, she wore sexy reading glasses that gave her a 'naughty secretary' look, and she had makeup on despite being ready to sleep. She was enchanting, and to top it off, her hairstyle had bangs (Ghost Bob's and my favorite) that perfectly framed her lovely face!

Aroused, Ghost Bob had to intervene. He approached stealthily, and Kara did not sense his presence. He was invisible, of course, but unlike some ghosts, his touch could be 'felt' as a sensation that something was there, which triggered the mind to 'feel' the ghost's hands, mouth, etc. on the subject.

So Ghost Bob placed a hand on Kara's knee. She reacted to a touch to her face, with a feeling that something had changed, something intimate had occurred, and that she was suddenly aroused. Was it the story she was reading that caused that sensation of being touched, or something else? When Ghost Bob slid his hand between her legs and ran it under the chemise, she squirmed a little and had to let her hand go where she felt the sensation, where she felt that she was 'instructed' to go.

Then Ghost Bob used his other hand to cup her breast, and Kara 'felt' that as well. She sensed her nipple being swirled and rubbed between fingers through her nightgown, and then pinched, so she dropped her book to move her other hand and copied what she felt was being done to her. Kara's nipple soon hardened as she was following Ghost Bob's lead in fondling her breasts, massaging and squeezing them and turning herself on. Both nipples were now hard and sensitive, and the more she handled them, the more excited she became. Her breathing became faster, and she gasped a little, with a moan or two escaping her lips.

So, when Ghost Bob moved his other hand up her leg and thigh and gradually reached her snatch, Kara jumped with the sensation. Kara knew she had to follow the feeling and moved her free hand to where she felt the desirable intrusion. She found her bare pussy very wet and ready to be played with. Kara sensed the ghost's fingers touch her labia as her hand copied what she felt, at least in her mind, making it totally real as she traced up and down her pussy.

Using skilled fingers, Ghost Bob ran a finger up and down Kara's already soaking slit, and as she copied what he was doing, she moaned with the pleasure of the feeling it gave her. She jumped when he touched her clit, first swirling around it, then rubbing over her ultra-sensitive nub. Kara was in ecstasy, her pussy alive with the ghost-inspired fingering she was giving herself. She squirmed and writhed, and quickly pulled her chemise up as she had to have more freedom of access.

Kara spread her legs wide and fingered herself as Ghost Bob inspired her desires. She inserted a finger and then a second, and finger-fucked herself, moaning in pleasure as she arched her back. And soon it wasn't enough, so she reached into the nightstand for a vibrator and dildo. She plunged the dildo into her cunt, and could 'feel' it as if it were Ghost Bob's large cock in her as he fucked her harder and faster, until she was rocking back and forth and almost screaming in ecstasy.

To put her over the edge, she took the vibrator in her other hand and buzzed her slit up and down, then pushed it against her clit as Ghost Bob 'told' her to do in her vivid imagination. She moaned, arched, and writhed on the bed as her pussy was alive with every nerve in her being. It was such a turn-on that she could not think of anything else, but instinctively continued fucking and buzzing herself until she was unable to hold back any longer. Thoughts of the mystery of how she was driven to this level of arousal were no longer with her; she was solely consumed by the desires she felt, and she soon came with an intensity she had not known in some time.

She jerked and spasmed as she squeezed her legs together so hard it almost hurt, and her juices flooded between her thighs. She bucked and longed for relief from the intensity of the pleasure, so strong that it made her hold her breath to cope, but she could not stop her orgasms. Over and over, the spasms repeated, and she came until she was exhausted.

When she finally stopped, Ghost Bob admired Kara's beauty in exhausted repose one last time, and then left her to her thoughts. Kara could not imagine what came over her; the story wasn't good enough to cause that level of arousal. There must have been some outside influence that pushed her past her limits to a total climax that caused her to drench the towel she kept under her on the bed.

Kara fell asleep that night wondering if she would ever know what, or who, had guided her hands so masterfully. She slept like a babe and dreamed of some man doing those things to her, not knowing a man's ghost had already done just that!