Day 9.
Nathan decided to go grocery shopping. With the rent barely making a dent in his wallet, he could finally afford a few indulgences in his cart.
"...I'm leaving. Gonna grab some things. Be back later."
He said it out loud, more out of habit than expectation. Talking to the air had become second nature now, as if silence would feel too lonely otherwise.
But just as he stepped out and reached to lock the door behind him, a cool breeze brushed across his cheek, gentle, deliberate.
He paused.
"You're coming with me?"
A soft tap landed on his shoulder.
That was a yes.
When he reached the grocery store, Nathan pulled out his list and grabbed a cart. He opted for more fresh goods than preserved ones, simple, clean, nothing fancy.
The place was more crowded than he liked. Too many people. Too much noise. So he made up his mind to move quickly, grab what he needed, and get out.
In the household aisle, he paused at the fabric conditioners. The brand he wanted was, of course, tucked way up on the top shelf.
He tiptoed, stretching for it--
When he suddenly felt something.
A hand, inside his pants.
"Oh no.." he whispered to himself. He exactly knows who's doing it. Who's bold enough to touch him in public.
"Can't you just wait till I get home?" But the grip just become tighter.
Nathan reached for the fab-con again and put it inside the cart. He pushed it while the ghost's stroke on his crotch went faster.
"Ugh!.. " Nathan's moan slipped, and the old woman he passed by looked at him with a concerned face.
"Are you alright lad?"
"Y-Yeah, i-it's just my stomach."
"Oh poor thing, you should hurry up and go home."
Nathan nodded and continued to push his cart somewhere with less people.
On the furthermost aisle, there was no one at all. He stopped by the side corner, and gripped his bulging shaft.
"Oh please stop, what are you doing?"
The ghost only pressed on his balls, teasing him even more. Nathan, quivered pressing his thighs against each other. He leaned on his cart, back arched while holding his moans. He can feel the build up, and then there, bent forward on his cart, drooling and half lidded, he climaxed.
With trembling knees, Nathan clutched the cart for support, dragging himself toward a quiet corner of the aisle. He needed to breathe. To calm the chaos buzzing through his nerves.
His shirt tugged awkwardly over his hips, desperate to hide the wet patch staining his pants. His cheeks burned. His skin flushed. And sweat clung to his temples like guilt.
Even the cashier had noticed, eyes flicking, lips twitching with questions left unspoken.
Too humiliated to meet anyone's gaze, Nathan hurried. He bagged the groceries with trembling hands, shoved them into the car, and slammed the door shut behind him.
Only then did he let out a shaky breath.
"What the hell was that?!" He exclaimed in anger.
He looked at his rearview mirror, and the shadowy silhouette was there. He didn't flinched or twitched, but furious with it. The silhouette disappeared. Nathan thought it was gone, but as soon as his car drove off away from the store, he felt it again.
This time, not just a touch, but something else. Cold, wet, wait ... A tongue?
"Oh hell no, I'm driving."
But it didn't mind him. It continued. He felt his shaft entering something wet, being played upon and teased.
"Ahh, how are you even doing this?"
Nathan tried to grab it's head or anything, but there was nothing to grab into. His back arched from his seat, while stepping on the accelerator by accident when he climaxed again.
Good thing the road was clear and he managed to steer it on the side to pull over.
"Damn, you're getting out of hand. Just because I let you, you're gonna do it anytime you like."
Then he heard a breathing on his ear, cold wind around his neck.
"But you liked it." Then it disappeared again. It was his first time hearing its whispers, eerie, yet warm.
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Night came, Nathan just got out of the shower. Hair's still dripping wet, and the towel loosely wrapped around his waist. As he walked past the kitchen table, he felt it grabbing him. Wrapping its arms around his waist.
There, his towel dropped to the floor, he bent down grabbing it but he didn't expect the ghost to do something.
While reaching down, as he bent to get the towel, there it is again, his tongue, exploring somewhere he never touched in ages. He gasped, as he felt its tongue inside, pressing against his walls, deeper than any of his previous partners could reach.
The ghost pushed him forward, and now? He's on his knees, in all fours.
"Fuck! You're really good at this."
It grabbed his butt cheeks, squeezed them and even slapped them. Then spread him wider, while its tongue got deeper. It didn't take long for him to reach his peak again.
For the third time in just one day, he collapsed on the floor. The ghost scooped him up and put him to bed.