Vanessa’s not looking forward to a weekend in the country with her bossy friend Gina. Vanessa’s a city girl, and mud plays havoc with your best killer heels. But when Gina’s delicious teenage son, Guy, starts to show an interest, things look up. It’s then that the weekend takes on a darker, more spectral turn. Could there really be an erotically charged ghost who drives Vanessa wild in the middle of the night? Or, while fighting an inner battle between lust and guilt, can she discover a more earthly explanation?
I marched up the stairs; I was beginning to enjoy this. Once I got him in the room, I closed the door and leant against it. My wraparound had come open and I was pleasantly aware of the power my unfettered breasts in the tight sleep top seemed to be having on Guy. Nervously, I noticed he couldn’t keep his eyes off their heavy roundness. ‘See that portrait?’ I asked.
‘Mmmm,’ he replied glancing to his left and looking like a kid waiting to be told off by the headmistress.
‘I had a hallucination last night, that it came to life.’
‘You did?’
I walked over to him, took off my robe and stood before him, my massive breasts tingling with expectation, almost brushing against his T-shirt. Nervously, he held his hands behind his back. ‘I saw you out first thing this morning. In fact, I followed you.’
