Mysterious Spirits

Mysterious Spirits.

The shy quiet woman, who never broke routine decided to take a drive, get out in the warmth and sunshine. She sat on a park bench for a while, letting the sun hit her, listening to the birds. After a while she started waking the path, Mary got turned around in the park, ending up on the far end of town. She walked the unfamiliar streets, trying to get her bearings. Her phone was dead, forgetting to charge it before leaving home. She saw a main street not far off in view, figuring she could get herself back towards home, she headed towards it.

Before she got close, she looked down a side road, there were several shops open. This neighborhood was pure culture shock, men with long braided hair, women with the most colorful of clothes, the music and food smells of the Caribbean, Mary took it all in. She passed a few empty stores before coming across a corner store open for business. In the window was homemade artwork and jewelry of all colors she went to look inside.

Once inside, she was taken by the paintings, drawings all bright, and colorful of beaches, and oceans and people in their homeland.

A tall main, hair full braid, stands by the counter "Welcome Nice Lady, I am Bembe, please look around". She smiled and gazed at the walls, and items on shelves.

The store is filled with unfamiliar aromas.

She came by a painting, a naked lady on a beach, her dark skin, eyes closed, body done in exquisite detail. Mary quickly looked away. "Why you look away nice lady, is just a body, you have one. You never been to Jamaica I bet, this very common with locals, the sun, it heals, when it don't burn you to a crisp" he laughed a big hearty happy laugh. Mary couldn't help but smile.

"I'm afraid I've never been, and certainly wouldn't be like that" she answered shyly.

"You must come see me Island, let the Jamaican air and sun give you life"

Mary smiled again and walked around a bit more. She passed a mirror and saw a reflection of a woman, Mary turned quickly and no one was there. She ignored it and walked around. A few minutes later, another mirror, same reflection, again, no one behind her. Mary's senses were getting tense; she was ready to head out.

Up by the counter something catches her eye.

Mary looks at the candle on a glass table, by itself. It's the darkest of blue glass, and reddest candle the way it accented each other, it grabbed her. It calls to her, it soaks into her, she inquires, and is told it's a rare and selective scent, found only in the remote part of the island. The old locals say it brings spirits to your soul. He goes on to explain the legend says it contains a power discovered by Ena Raeni Najae.

Behind the counter, in the mirror she sees a silhouette of a woman from the islands. She swears it's the woman in the painting.

There's a look about her, almost as if she isn't real, her eyes, warm but unusual, a stare she feels deep inside

She's smiling, a strange feeling surrounds her.

Bembe sees the way Mary stares at it, "It speaks to you, calls at you, the power dis have, very strong." Mary insists on looking closer. "Be careful nice lady" he hands her the glass. Mary is captivated by it; she stares intently at the blue of the glass, the red of the wax. She hears a voice, a woman's voice, speaking to her from inside. "Bembe I must have this" she says more direct than any time she has ever spoken before to anyone.

"You must be slow, careful, dis is power you no understand". He tries to take it, she pulls away. "You said I should feel alive, something about this tells me to live"

She stares at him, he knows she won't be swayed. "Lady, one promise, light it one time, never more, let it burn to nothing, and be done". Mary gave her word; she thanked him for his kindness, before she left, she looked in the mirror again, the woman was smiling in approval.

On the way home, she hears a voice again, a sudden impulse over takes her, she makes a quick stop.

She sits in the living room the aroma has filled the room, she goes upstairs, bringing it with her.

Husband gets home, "Hey, I'm home, what's for dinner?"

She calls down, "working on it, need you a minute"

Her husband comes in, he is greeted by her, wearing a newly bought black full length lacey negligée that stops him in his tracks.

The scent has brought a hidden side of her, one too shy to ever show itself in the past. Her inhibitions aside, she slowly walks towards him with the confidence she has never experienced.

She gets to him, he's stunned, never having seen this side of her. The quiet meek woman, he's known for 15 years, now has an air of confidence in her, she falls to her knees, looking up as she unbuckles and lowers his pants. It's not long before he is growing hard, slowly she takes him in her mouth. He can't remember the last time her mouth was on him, her skills were as if she has been doing this forever. She hears voices in her head, controlling her every movement on him, she happily listens, enjoying his reactions.

She takes him full, in a look in her eye he's never seen, as if her mind is elsewhere. He is full firm and thick, she savors every moment her mouth is full. She pulls away, he stands straight up throbbing. "That be lasting a while, is me time" Mary can't explain where those words came from.

She stands up, pushing on his shoulders until he is before her. He's in shock, who is this, he notices the scent in the air, one he's not familiar with. Mary hikes up her lingerie a bit, he takes the hint, reaching up underneath. He slides the thin panty down, she lifts her bottom revealing herself.

Gone is the full bush she has always had, she took her time, trimmed herself and made it tight framing her perfectly. She has never looked sexier for him. He kisses her tummy; Mary pushed his head down till those kisses are on her pussy. He takes in the scent of the candle, and the scent of her pussy. Her body is a glow with need, with desire, holding his head still, she feels the first lick. It surges through her, she holds him still, so he dares not move. The more he licks her, the hungrier she is for more. She is driven by his tongue, tracing her, licking her, each touch, she feels the need for more.

He is focused on her, all the times he's asked to lick her, only to be shunned, he will not let this opportunity to be wasted. He takes his time with her enjoying every lick, tasting the wetness that easily flows from her. Mary too feels herself getting wetter, and hotter from inside, she hesitates a brief second, an inner voice cools her inhibitions. She pulls his head away, climbs on the bed, resting on her pillow, she crooks her finger calling him up, she pulls him between her legs burying his face between them. She holds him firmly in place, his greedy need to feast on her takes him. He feels her hands on his head, as he tastes her sweetness covering his mouth. The more he licks her, the deeper she pulls him in.

Mary is on fire, her body not experiencing these feelings in far too long. Inside of her a raging need to be pleasured takes over. She says something, neither of them understands, he pays it no attention, he dares not move away, for fear she will make him stop. Mary, also stunned by whatever mumbling she makes, feels her pussy take each lick, she needs more. He takes her pussy, savoring her, devouring her, he's loved the taste of her forever and she offers it all to him.

She pushes his face further into her pussy. Mary is getting very soaked, her body hasn't felt like this in a long time. A desire for more comes from deep within, to be taken, pleased and to be enjoyed. She starts to feel it build, it's hitting fast, her body craves more, she pushes him deeper, he greedily takes her. Mary holds his head firm, his mouth buried inside of her, he puts her right to the edge "take me pussy" she calls out, as she orgasms hard.

Her body, almost locked straight as the orgasms course through her, she's never had one this hard, much less the several that follow. She's a bit shocked her body is responding as it is, then the next one hits, it's both a relief and a need for more. He takes her again, soaking in her wetness, she feels different, reacts different, even tastes a little different. The sounds from her, a combination of moans and words that make no sense. She has no control over her own body; she feels it spasm and release more times than she ever thought possible.

Although she barely orgasms usually, tonight her body releases all it has, each one she feels deeper inside her core. She senses inside of her the need to orgasm again and again as her body doesn't feel fully hers. She's lost in the sensations both conscious and unconscious of all that she experiences.

He focuses his efforts on her, hearing her, feeling her, orgasm as she never has before. The hardest one hits; she releases holding his face tight to her, getting every last second of contact on her pussy. He pulls away, staring at her freshly eaten, soaked swollen pussy.

"Been needing a long time, now come take what mine" she says pulling him up onto her. He feels so strong, the entire scene, he looks at the burning candle, instinct takes over, he positions perfectly between her legs. In one easy motion he buried himself inside of her.

They pull each other close as they fuck. He has pleased his woman as requested, now he takes his reward. He pins her down, driving deep into her, with strong powerful thrusts. The usual easy sex, lasting only minutes is not part of the evening plan. A force takes him, driving him to take her hard strong and steady.

"Take me" she says nearly begging to be pounded. Mary feels his cock full, thick slamming into her, needing to be filled. A comfort comes across her face as she gets her pussy rammed. The aromas consume them while they fuck with reckless abandon. His cock gives her more orgasms, her orgasms give him further desire to fuck her deeper.

As if on a prearranged signal, they flip over. Mary peels the negligée off, revealing her full body, tossing it to the far corner. She mounts him, sliding down low as she can go on him. He takes the full view of her body watching his cock disappear deep in her. She rode him as never before, her body moved, turned and ground on his cock as she was almost possessed.

He watched her move with a rhythm, making her tits sway, adding to her overall sexiness. She controlled it all, alternating her movements, fucking, riding, grinding, she gave his cock an experience he's longed to have with her. He felt the urge building, holding her hips, she ground deep into him, knowing he was close. He erupted in her, each shot going full inside. She rode him, squeezing tight when he came, so none of his precious cum came out. She rode him for a while after he finished. She stayed on top, cock semi hard still inside as he stared at her beautiful body. They said nothing, a deafening silence, the room dark, only the candle for light.

"I go get you a drink" Mary climbs off heading out of the room. He watches her walk out, full naked, not thinking of covering herself. Damn if she doesn't have a fantasy ass he thinks, wishing she wouldn't hide herself as she does.

He lay on the bed, his cock half limp, soaked. What the hell is happening, he thinks. What has she been into today and where is the meek quiet woman? After a few minutes she returns with 2 glasses. He stares at her, he's always loved her body, he tells her all the time, though she's always too shy to reveal herself to him.

"Try this" handing him the glass. He takes a long look at her, naked, so unlike her, he figures this is a one time, so go with it. He sips, a rum concoction goes down very smoothly. Mary hears voices inside, she fights the urge, her shy self trying to regain her control. She takes a small sip, it goes down smooth, staring at the glass, she sips again.

Inside, she feels content, it begins to cover her, another sip, her shy self gets quieter. She watches him, slowly drink, her eyes run down his body, smiling in a devilish way. Her eyes lock on him, sipping, smirking, watching. He follows her eyes, he sees his cock growing again. "What the hell is this" asking almost concerned. Mary sips, "A little island bree" she smiles. He sipped and it was good. "Wow, this is amazing, whoever told you about this, they deserve a big thanks. They sip slowly together, she's leaning on his shoulder. He so wants to ask what got into her, however, he's leery, he sips, thinking on what's happened this evening. "No cooking tonight, get pizza" she says sipping. He calls it in, they sit cuddled together over the drinks.

He hears the doorbell, he jumps up, throws on clothes real quick. The door closes she comes down, "refills, be up soon". In stunned silence he goes back upstairs. Mary comes in, she's radiant, naked, glowing, he hasn't seen this air of confidence in her ever, it suits her. They eat they drink, they kiss. He stares at her, an uneasy feeling comes over him, quickly it goes away.

"Hold me all night, don't let go" she more demands than asks. He holds her close, before long he senses she's asleep. He sinks in closer before sleep overtakes him as well.

The next morning, Mary wakes, her husband's arms wrapped around her, smiling she nuzzles closer to him. He wakes, "Hi" her smile bright as ever. "Morning" he stares at her, a glow around her even in early morning. "I'd like to do that more, you made me feel more alive than I've ever been" kissing him soft and sweet. "I'd love nothing more" holding her close. "I've got a great dinner idea, and even better ideas for later. Go make coffee, I'm not ready to get up" she says with a confidence he's never seen, but welcomed.

He comes upstairs to dress for work, Mary's laying in bed, breasts uncovered. He can't take his eyes off her the entire time. She feels a bit self conscious, yet empowered by his stare at her.

He heads out, already looking to coming home that night.

Mary lounges in bed for a while, she needs to get up and start her day.

She looks on her dresser, candle empty, burned to nothing. No aroma left, the blue glass doesn't appear as bright. She grabs a shirt and pants, quickly, an uneasy feeling comes over her. She hits the shower, she stands the water runs over her her mind blank. She sees herself in the mirror, quickly looking away.

Mary goes back upstairs, she is confused, her head a mess of feelings, thoughts and flashbacks of yesterday. She looks in the mirror, no trace of the woman.

She sees the negligée in the corner of the room, leaving it where it is.

She calls in sick, having never done so in 8 years.

Mary finds her way back to that neighborhood, slowly walks the streets. She is soaking in the air of the island, the vibe, she feels as if she belongs here

As she turns down the street, the empty stores of yesterday were open, busy with locals going about their late morning. People smiling, with happy greetings as they pass her. Mary was taken back by what she was seeing. She is confused as she continues waking down the street.

She notices no one walks in front of that store, they all cross the street before they get to it

Unlike yesterday, the corner store is dark, the windows half covered with paper. Slowly she walks towards, the door, covered in dust as if it hadn't been open in a long time. She peered in the window, store is empty, floor has a layer of dust as though it hasn't been walked on in forever. Through the darkness of the store, she looks for anyone who may be inside. In the glass she sees a reflection, suddenly all of the memories of last night hit her like a hammer. The woman in the glass only smiles at her.

As she walks away, her head spinning, she stops a man asks where the store is, and how she was there only yesterday.

He won't even look at the closed store front.

"Lady, you not been here, Dat place be closed long time. Everyone stay clear when dey walk by, bad spirits in dat place.

Dey found da man inside dead. Never explain why just gone, perfectly healthy, full of life" still not looking at the closed store.

"That's impossible I was there just yesterday, I bought something, he said it will clean my soul, he said a name, Ena" - he cut her off.

"Lady, don't say dat name round here, she be da black magic. Only us know, too many bad things he have in there, too many spirits dey took him, she took him.

Lady, you seem nice, stay away even after 5 years no one ever go by, no one ever try to open a new place". He stared at her; a look of fear crosses his face.

"You see her didn't you, I see dat look in your eye. Stay away, don't be looking back, ignore her, pray she go away, Lady Go", and he walked away as fast as he could.

She stood there again, looked back at the store, dark, dusty dirty windows.

She went over, looked in, she sees the mirror, the lady clearly visible, a chill ran down her back she hurried away.

She got back to the safety of her home. She sat on the couch, reviewing the entire experience of yesterday, how could this not be real, she thinks to herself. Is she going crazy, are the people down there crazy, all that nonsense. She does all she can to avoid looking in the mirrors throughout the house.

She goes upstairs to her room, she stops quickly. The negligée now sits on a hanger on her dresser. She's afraid to take one more step, a voice inside her calms her fears. She goes to her dresser, she finds the candle burned to empty. A shiver runs her entire body, frozen in the moment she dares not move. In a minute or so, she sits on her bed.

"What happening, all this, it's not me"

Mary hears the voice "But it is, you do nothing you no want to do, I no force ya do anything, dat all in you, I show what you hid. The things you say to your husband dis morning, dat was you, and only you child".

She sat a moment, "Why me" shyly asking.

"You make da connection, if you no wanted to, you block me out. But you let me inside, you felt me, you no push away". She was so calming when she spoke.

"That man earlier, he was scared, he called you evil".

The woman laughs

"Those that ask for powers they no deserve, they bad in da heart, they da ones who have fear, Bembe taunt the spirits, they teach a lesson he no forget.

You child, are pure, I feel da goodness from you. I found da things you hid, I show you where they were, now it be up to you". A long silence as Mary stares at the floor.

"There's been others before" almost afraid to ask. "Yes child, been many before, be many again. Some bad, some good"

Are you going to hurt me"? Mary says out loud.

"No child, you in no danger here" she could see the woman clear as ever sitting beside her.

"And if I ask you to, you'd leave" almost shaking.

"Yes child, you want me gone, I gone. You light it, I be wit you." she said so calmly.

"But the candle is empty" Mary said almost relieved.

"Oh child, still wit doubts, leave dem behind" with a laugh.

Mary looked at the dresser, candle full as if it was brand new.

A chill ran through her, it wasn't fear, she felt alone in the room and she felt an inner peace.

The woman's presence, gone, from her mind, from her soul.

She stares at the fresh, unlit candle, she never lit it again