“Ah… Louisville.” Daniel looked out from the airport as he waited for his Uber.

It wasn’t long before his Uber arrived, and Daniel got in with his lone suitcase.

“Headed to the Seelbach… pretty nice hotel,” the driver stated.

“Yeah… here for business. Our company has dealings here, so every so often I come here.”

“It’s an okay city.”

“Yep. It has its charms.”

It didn’t take too long for the south-end ride to the hotel downtown. He walked inside, checked in at the counter, got his key card, and headed to the elevator.

“Would you like me to carry your bag?” A bellhop offered.

“Oh no, I have it. Thank you.”

“Well… be careful, you know this place is haunted, right?”

Daniel laughed. “I’ll be sure to buy Mr. Capone a drink if I see him in the bar.”

“He ain’t been seen in years. I’m talking about the Blue Lady. She usually roams the floors. You have a great stay,” he said and went on his way.

Daniel went up to his room, set his suitcase down, turned the TV on, and lay on the bed. The flight was early, and he wanted to get a nap in. He quickly dozed off. After a few hours, he felt an ice-cold draft creep across his body and a faint moan in his ear. He woke with a shiver, saw it was close to noon, sat up with a stretch, and thought he smelled something fragrant. He turned the TV off and made sure he had his key before leaving the hotel.

Daniel stepped outside the hotel and decided to have lunch. He walked down the street to Sicilian’s Pizza and had a Stromboli. From there, he went to do some exploring and found a rental scooter to use. He didn’t go too far before he had to return for a meeting, but he would have the rest of the day. He rode as far as NULU to see how one of his favorite neighborhoods was doing.

——

Back at the Seelbach, Daniel set up his laptop and waited for the meeting to start.

“So how’s Louisville?” The operations manager asked.

“Still pretty good.”

“Have you had one of those mint julep things?”

“No, even the locals don’t like those,” he said with a laugh. “I tried one the first time I came, and that was enough for me.”

“We’re just waiting on Sherry, so we can get this thing started.”

The few talked amongst themselves until Sherry was on video. They spent an hour discussing business and just as they were done, somebody had a question.

“So Dan… I heard there’s a woman that haunts the place. You see her yet?”

“Kevin, you and your ghost and spooks,” somebody teased.

“Even if she exists, I just got here. Don’t ghosts usually come out at night? It’s almost two-thirty in the afternoon.”

——

He stepped out of his hotel room in more casual clothes. An odd floral scent hit his nose. He didn’t see anybody in the hallway. As he walked, it seemed to just linger in front of his door. At the elevator, the doors opened up, and there were guests who spoke about going to the Saint James Art Fair.

“I had forgotten all about it; I should check that out today,” Daniel said as he stepped inside.

The conversation ended with goodbyes when they all stepped onto Fourth Street. One thing Daniel enjoyed was the beautiful women he saw just about everywhere he went in the city. He wanted nothing more than to bring a lady back to his room, and thought to visit one of the bars rumored to have easy locals that night. He was young, not even forty, in shape and healthy.

Daniel eventually found his way to Old Louisville, where the Saint James Art Fair is held, and before it closed for the day, he found something from a local artist: a picture comprised of several bourbon bottles cut in half with the appearance of holding contents. He dropped the picture back in his room and found some attractive women about from a seminar held in one of the conference rooms. There was that scent again.

“I need to find out where that smell is coming from,” he said aloud.

“Smells good, doesn’t it? I think it’s some sort of air freshener,” one guy replied.

“Yeah, it smells real good.”

“Why thank you, it’s my favorite perfume,” a woman’s voice said behind him.

“You picked the right one,” he said as he turned around.

There was nothing behind him. He looked back at the man, who was just as confused as he was. He heard a faint giggle in his ear and decided to ignore it. Daniel planned to go to the Highlands for dinner and check a few bars. Something odd caught his eye as he left; a woman in a blue dress had rounded a corner, but she wasn’t there the second he walked past. He thought he saw her as the elevator doors shut.

——

That night, after drinking in two bars, he called an Uber back to the hotel to sleep off his failure. He shambled through the doors, and that scent of lilacs hit his nose again. His head swiveled, and he saw her again, that woman in the blue dress.

“Hey… how’s your night?” he called out.

She looked at him and simply smiled before she walked away. Something about her made him want to follow.

“You’re beautiful, you know? You really pull that off.”

Daniel walked and didn’t see her. He wondered what she looked like under that dress; she looked pretty busty.

“Classy. Don’t see outfits like that these days," he mumbled out loud.

Daniel took the elevator to his floor. On his way to his room, he saw her again; she walked past the hallway, nearly floating. For that brief moment she passed by, her dress flowed around, and it was like time slowed down until she was out of view. He shook his head and went towards his room. He undressed and turned on the TV, in nothing but his socks and boxers. Daniel couldn’t fight his sleep any longer; he turned it off and reminded himself he had an early day tomorrow.

Just as he dozed off, there was that smell; it was stronger now, potent. Little bits of cold traced his body and danced around. Between that and the smell, he opened an eye and saw nothing. The smell, however, he assumed it was her as he closed his eye. As more cold danced on his body, it seemed to ping something in him; if it was that woman, she was in his room. The cold focused on his crotch; his eyes opened, and there she was. He would typically be alarmed, but the smell calmed him. He thought maybe he had gotten too drunk, too drunk to fight back, at least.

“Shh.” She leaned forward slightly.

Her hand rested on his crotch as she leaned; he could see her clearly, even in the dark. That long hair pinned back, the slight sheen of her finger waves. Her pale skin against that sky-blue dress. She sat next to him cross-legged on the bed, her hand rubbed his crotch, and his erection grew. Her other hand slowly reached up to his chest, and her nails left icy trails.

“Shall we,” she asked.

He nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

She gave his erection a squeeze, slipped her hand in, and rubbed it slowly. She then repositioned herself on her knees, her face closed in on his, and their lips met. Her light in the dark faded as their lips kissed. Slow, passionate, deep. Her hand still rubbed him; he wanted to touch her, but his body wouldn’t move, his cock wouldn’t even twitch. The kiss felt like it never ended; each breath he took was frozen. Those hard edges of her lips pressed into his, their noses rubbed, the cold of her hand drifted to his heart. He wondered if it even still beat. She only let his lips kiss her in return; the only sound was quiet smacks, and the brief moments their lips parted.

Pearl slowly sat up, and he realized it was her hair as vague light returned; it had fallen around them. Now all he could feel most strongly was her hand stroking him. Now she straddled him, her hand twisted as she stroked his cock, her chiffon dress, heels, gone mysteriously. She sat upon him in just her bodice and stockings. He was now aware she was no longer truly of this world; her beauty was vintage. She was indeed curvy, from what he could see in his trapped field of vision. He wanted to speak, but again his body was numb with more than just her cold.

Daniel's weakened vocal cords strained to release nothing but hoarse breaths of pleasure as she slowly stroked him. Pearl looked relieved, as if she had been waiting her whole afterlife for such an interaction. Her cool touch presented a sensation and pleasure no mortal woman has ever achieved with a hand job. The feeling traveled up to his head in throbs that his body desperately wanted to shiver to.

“My, my… I’m going to enjoy this,” she whispered.

He could only breathe in agreement. Her manicured nails gently raked up and down his shaft; he ached in the best way. The nail on her index finger softly scratched the tip.

“I hope you’re ready.” She leaned back.

“I’ve been ready… I want this so bad,” he thought.

Her giggle echoed throughout the room. She leaned forward back into his view, her bodice faded as she did so and her breast dropped free in front of his own eyes. She was indeed busty, large, soft, perky. Free of their confines, they hung lower than he thought, no longer hoisted up just shy of her shoulders, like two drops of water, just over a handful each. He wanted to desperately reach out and grab them. Her nipples stood on end and seemed to lift her areolas like odd erotic cones.

They hung over him as she scooted forward; cold drifted over his cock. He felt her bush drag over and tip his cock over; the intense cold made him want her more. Pearl rested on his cock, and the cold quickly rushed through his body. Her labia parted slightly, and they felt like silk between wool. Her fingers felt his abs; she pressed her palms down and rubbed up to his chest. His breath grew heavier, and he still couldn’t move; her hands drifted to his shoulders, down his arms. Fingers laced his, and she spread his arms out as her body rested on his; he felt her breast press down, the piercing cold of her nipples hit him like icicles.

She moaned at the feeling of his heat radiating from his crotch to hers; the tip of his cock pressed her clit. Her hips moved in a way to rub herself against his gland, which slowly pushed his cock up between her slick lips. He looked into her dark eyes; two enticing black pearls in pools of white. His haggard and desperate breathing silenced when she kissed him again. Her body pushed back until his hard cock slowly entered her cold, wet loins. Her back arched, and he was fully sheathed; he took a deep breath at the shock. She moaned loudly; his exhale was deep and guttural. The lights flickered when she sat up.

“I needed this. Certainly you did too,” she whispered and kept her reserve.

Daniel begged his body to move, even though he couldn’t even feel it. The only tell he was still whole was the concentrated cold that engulfed his cock and the steady pleasure that emitted from her still body that drove his nerves.

“You fit… just barely… I like that.”

Pearl reached for his hands, fingers laced again; she held them up, leaned her chest into them. Her lip quivered when his cock pulled at her insides; she let out a small breath. His palms were placed on her breasts, and there was indeed a concentration of cold, colder than the rest of her, he surmised—except her vagina, emanating from her nipples.

“You’re quite warm.”

She rubbed his hands on her breasts, which teased her erect nipples. He thought it was a tease, though he was satisfied he got to touch them. She hummed as her nipples were rubbed, arched her back forward, and felt herself massage on his cock. She leaned back and sat down; he was pushed deeper and felt the head of his cock get colder. Just those brief movements sent a wave of pleasure a living woman would need to ride furiously to give him. He gargled out a loud groan. She leaned forward, lifted herself just slightly, and sat back down when she leaned back.

“Am I too cold?”

She asked and wouldn’t allow him to answer; in his eyes she could see he didn’t care. From what Daniel could feel, he thought she might have a rather plump butt. All he could do was imagine from Victorian pictures he’d seen. Pearl made her move again, but sat down a little harder. He grunted, and she dropped his hands.

“Oh!”

She started to raise herself slowly, just to plop back down, and moan and hum, and take a breath. Every time the sensation grabbed her, there was a flash of cold throughout the room. Each time she plopped down, it sent a burst of pleasure in her and him. The bed creaked and gave under them; she had a weight he didn’t notice before. She dropped herself harder; breasts bounced, each heavy gasp, lights flickered, her hair started to float. He felt like he was ready to orgasm, and something told him she was going to. Things got colder; he could see his breath and… hers? Pleasure throbbed through his body, and he was just along for the ride at her mercy. His breathing was desperate and loud. Pearl let out a guttural moan; she slammed herself on his cock, the springs collapsed with thuds. Her head flew back, his cock was constricted, and her moan turned into a loud wail as she climaxed. The lights flashed and flickered; as it peaked, she vibrated him, herself, and the bed.

Her orgasm was so intense he felt it within him. She slumped over his body; he felt her heave. His orgasm had swelled up, and it wouldn’t take much longer before he came. She looked up at him and seemed to completely regain her composure; her hair fell around them. Then she rotated her hips and the pleasure returned to him.

“Not done yet, darling.”

She sat up and kissed him, her hips still worked his cock over, and he was indeed ready to release. His orgasm was on the edge; he felt it right there. Yet as she rode him, it seemed that it only built up and added to the ecstasy she sent through him. Daniel surmised she probably wasn’t letting him. Her hips rotated, rose and fell on his cock, her lips pressed to his, filling his lungs with cold air. He ached below, not from the temperature but the need to cum. Pearl's body writhed on top of his; she broke the kiss with a gasp.

“I rather enjoy you. It’s not often I get this much pleasure from someone… if they even make it this far,” she stammered.

She rocked her body vigorously on top of him. Daniel felt plugged up and cried out hoarsely from the excess pleasure.

“Yes… yes… yessss!”

Pearl started to build another orgasm; she kissed him again, heavy pleasure throbbed through them. She couldn’t hold the kiss and felt out of breath. She sat up some, and he felt his voice return.

“Oh fuck,” he cried out.

His voice was back; he tried to move, to touch her, but his body still lay limp.

“Oh, darling!”

Suddenly all that pent-up energy was released. The feedback pushed her over the edge. Her hair floated; she started to wail, but not as loud as before. He yelled with her, and they both reached climax together. He watched the color return to her as his seed fired off, and the cold faded some. He had never felt such relief before, and felt as though he would release everything his body had from such a potent orgasm. When their orgasms peaked, she flickered back and collapsed on him. He gasped for air.

“What a ride,” he huffed.

“It was quite the ride. Such a titillating thrill.” She sat up and smiled.

He looked and saw a slight glow in her loins, and the temperature rose more.

“I never thought I would ever find myself having sex with a ghost. You didn’t take my soul, or anything, did you?”

She gave a small laugh. “Nothing of the sort. The only thing I took from you is your seed.”

“Yeah, you earned that, miss.”

Pearl got up from the bed. “I hope I did. I had fun with you tonight, but it’s getting late, so I should take my leave. I really needed that, so thank you for everything.”

As she stepped, her heels reappeared, then her bodice, as she was halfway from the bed to the door. He felt himself able to move and eased himself up.

“Wait. I uh… what’s your name? Mine is Daniel.”

“Nice to meet you. My name is Patricia.”

“I’m going to be here tomorrow if you want to stop by tomorrow night. Three days, actually.”

“Oh? Intrigued, are you?”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “And I don’t mind doing the work—sharing the load, so to speak.”

“Yes, I was hoping you would say that. You persevered, gave me two, so you earned it.”

“Really? This isn’t like a thing where you interact like a scene from your life, and then it’s like it never happened to you?”

She gave a soft laugh. “No, Daniel. I’m not that type of ghost. I remember a lot of things. Sure, I’ll be back for you, and I won’t pin you down next time. I could tell you longed to touch me… and I want your touch.”

“That’s great.”

She stepped closer to the door.

“One more thing: that smell you leave…?”

“My favorite lilac perfume.”

She turned, and as she walked through the door, he saw her dress re-materialize. Her scent left with her. Suddenly, he felt exhausted, lay back down, and dozed off.