The Ghost in Room 689

Summary: A lonely man, a haunted mirror, a horny ghost.

Special thanks to Alex 'can't be fucked' Lee and MH for the edits and advice.

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Connor Sullivan huffed himself through the old doors of the Grand - a vintage boutique hotel in a small mountain town - Lyons, Colorado.

The lobby was grand in scale but was empty and quiet. An impressive set of vintage, twin chandeliers hung from the ceiling.

The attendant at the front desk looked up and offered him a rehearsed smile. Connor gave her his last name and credit card so she could find his reservation.

"Okay... great. Only one night, Mr Sullivan?" she asked, as she worked swiftly across the keyboard.

"That's right."

She paused. "Checking into the Grand all by yourself on Halloween then?"

"Yes."

She finished up the check in and slid a key card across the desk.

"You aren't easily spooked, are you?"

"Why do you ask?" Connor smiled.

"You're in Room 689. Just a friendly heads-up... That room is rumored to be haunted."

Connor laughed. "Haunted, huh? I think I'll manage."

"Are you sure?"

Connor knew how these mountain resort towns operated. Playing up ghost stories was a classic gimmick they use to increase seasonal bookings, giving gullible tourists an imagined thrill for the fall holiday.

"If anything pops out of the closet, you'll be the first to know," he said, trying and perhaps failing to hide his sarcasm.

He took the creaky elevator and then walked through the carpeted hallway of the 6th floor until he found '689'. He pressed the keycard to the reader. When it turned green, he pulled the heavy oak door open and stepped inside.

The room was strange. Dark heavy wood furniture and a solid wood bed frame that dominated the space.

But what seemed most out of place was an ornate, vintage full length mirror. It sat next to the room's original brick fireplace that had been recently converted to gas.

Connor tossed his duffel bag onto the leather chair. He stripped out of his travel clothes and pulled on a pair of grey sweatpants and a navy waffle-knit shirt.

He set his laptop on the bed, sank into the mattress - ready to get down to the reason he booked this room.

The trip was designed to distract himself from the wreckage of his fresh breakup with his long-time girlfriend, Michelle.

Tonight the plan was simple: turn off his brain and distract himself via carnal pleasure.

He opened a browser window - he would start the festivities with a slow burn erotic story to build up the wonderful ache, before eventually rewarding himself with some hardcore porn and finally granting himself release.

He scrolled through Literotica, weighing his options. Eventually, a title caught his eye - A Waitress For Our Anniversary - a story about a couple going out to a fancy restaurant on their seventh anniversary and seduction-testing their attractive waitress.

He relaxed and tried to get lost in the narrative of the story.

A few paragraphs in, he felt a sudden chill brush against the back of his neck. The lights flickered.

Connor paused, looking over his shoulder.

Nothing.

'Gotta be a cold draft...' he thought as the chill cut through his waffle shirt.

He walked over to the gas fireplace and flipped on the wall switch beside the mantel.

A small yellow flame hissed to life through the artificial logs.

Feeling the burst of heat, he climbed back into the bed and found the place in the story where he had left off. He read as the couple in the story invited the pretty waitress back to their suburban home.

He paused again - this time, not from the cold but from the unshakable sensation that he was no longer the only one in the room.

'That stupid clerk down at the desk got in my head with her cheesy haunted room warning,' he thought to himself.

Connor refocused and locked his attention onto the laptop screen. As the narrative on the page grew more explicit, his grey sweatpants tented more noticeably.

Just as the wife in the story was pulling down the waitress' panties, room 689's lights cut off.

Connor glanced toward the hearth and froze. The artificial gas flames had doubled in size and had turned a deep purple, casting an eerie violet-tinted light across the otherwise dark room.

"Reading anything interesting?"

"... what the...?" Connor stammered.

The voice was light, womanly, almost playful. It was coming from the vintage mirror.

Connor glanced toward the source. Standing within the frame's reflection - though nowhere to be seen in the room itself - was a beautiful semi-transparent woman.

She looked to be well into her forties, had long dark hair and radiated an undeniable sexual appeal. She wore a sexy, yet modest lace slip.

"All alone for the night in Room 689 with a digital smut file on Halloween? Honey, that's just tragic."

"... you're the desk clerk's ghost..."

"I prefer Alex," she corrected with a laugh. "And don't look so terrified. I don't bite... Mostly because I can't."

She demonstrated by tapping the glass from inside the mirror, making it clear she was stuck on the other side.

"Right... I'm... I'm losing my mind. Or I fell asleep? Yeah, that's it. I'm dreaming."

Alex let out a silvery laugh.

"You're not dreaming, Tiger... and honestly, you should consider yourself lucky. I'm in a certain mood tonight and I think you're kinda cute."

"Cute?!.. This can't be real. Spirits don't just show up in hotel mirrors and call people cute."

"Well, this one does... What's your name, Tiger?"

He closed his eyes, hoping the hallucination would pop.

"... it's Connor..."

"Connor, if you play your cards right, I might just decide to help you out."

"Help me out? With what?"

"Connor, Tiger," she purred, leaning forward so her reflection filled the center of the frame. "You're sitting in a hotel room reading erotica by yourself on Halloween night. I think we both know where this is going."

"I'm not... I wasn't... I was just... browsing," Connor stammered.

"There's no need to be shy with me. One of the perks of being stuck inside a hotel mirror for all these years is that I get to watch a good amount of live sex. People come in here and do some freaky shit. Nothing you could read on that screen is going to shock me."

She smoothed her lace slip again and then looked back into his eyes.

"So go on, Tiger... Tell me all about it."

Connor's brow furrowed. "Tell you about what?"

"What's this story you're reading?"

Connor shifted nervously on the edge of the bed.

"It's about a married couple. They go out to a nice restaurant on their anniversary."

Alex immediately wrinkled her nose.

"What?" Connor asked.

Alex crossed her arms and rolled her eyes playfully. "A married couple? Connor, please. Married couples are supposed to fuck. There's nothing exciting about that."

"You didn't let me finish... they actually try to seduce their waitress... to get her to come home with them."

Alex's eyebrows arched. "Okay," she admitted. "I'll give you that. That's definitely a little hotter... so does this kinky married couple accomplish their task?"

"I'm not entirely sure, I haven't made it that far into the story, but I figure odds are pretty good if the story is called 'A Waitress For Our Anniversary'."

Alex chuckled and shrugged her shoulders, conceding that Connor had a point.

"So...?" Connor flirted.

"So, what?" Alex flirted back.

"Am I 'playing my cards right' or whatever?"

"You're getting warmer, Tiger, but you're not out of the woods just yet... If I'm being totally honest..."

She leaned into the glass closer. "I'd prefer you tell me a story that was a little more non-fiction."

Connor shook his head. "Non-fiction? Yeah, right. My real sex life isn't exciting."

Alex gave a curious look. "Why is that?"

"Because my long time girlfriend and I just broke up last week," Connor admitted, looking down at the bed sheets. "So, non-fiction isn't really an option now."

A touch of sympathy flickered across Alex's face. "I'm sorry to hear that. Though, if you ask me, that just confirms that you could use some help in the orgasm department."

Connor glanced up at her face as his bashfulness slowly gave way to curiosity.

"I mean... I can't believe I'm going to ask this but... could you really help me out? You're... kind of stuck in the mirror, right?"

"You're very observant, Connor... Yes, obviously you'll have to provide any of the required physical stimulation yourself... but trust me... I can still be very, very useful."

Alex's eyes flashed with a mischievous spark. She had been waiting all evening to get to this exact moment.

She raised her right hand and snapped her fingers. The lace slip was suddenly replaced by black lingerie.

Intricate dark lace cupped her heavy chest, a garter belt held up a pair of thigh highs, and a tiny black thong covered up only what was absolutely necessary.

"So, tell me Connor... are you a lingerie kind of guy? See a little black lace and your blood starts flowing?"

Connor didn't answer right away. He couldn't with his eyes squarely locked onto the amount of bare skin suddenly on display in front of him.

"Nothing to say, Tiger?" Alex said with a pout though her eyes read satisfaction. "Ah... my apologies... Maybe you're more of a bikini guy?"

She snapped her fingers a second time. Alex spun so her back was to Connor. The lingerie was gone, replaced by a microscopic purple string bikini.

Connor quickly realized he had an uninterrupted view of Alex's bare ass cheeks. Only a thin thread of string was resting between them.

She swayed her hips gently. "Tell me the truth, Connor... Do you enjoy going to the beach and spying on girls like me, stealing glances when you think we're not looking?"

She gave him a sultry look, then raised her hand again.

Snap.

The bikini vanished, replaced by a red and white college cheerleading uniform. Bold blocky letters spelled out "St Celeste" across her chest and a pair of pom-poms rested in her hands.

Alex gave an over-the-top smile and began to bounce on her toes. "Two - four - six - eight... Want to watch me masturbate?"

On the last word, Alex kicked her right leg high into the air, giving Connor a brief flash. It was just long enough for him to realize Alex wasn't wearing anything underneath the skirt.

"Holy shit..."

Alex then tossed the pom-poms forward. The moment they hit the inner surface of the mirror, they dissolved into a sparkling purple mist.

When the mist settled, Alex was standing there in her original modest lace slip, her hands resting on her hips.

"Getting the idea yet, Tiger?"

Connor nodded, while the tent in his grey sweatpants strained against the fabric.

"Before we have our fun, I want to know a little more about you."

"Like what? My favorite color?"

"Not quite," Alex said with a smirk. She tapped her chin, as if she was making a tough decision.

"Tell me about the hottest sex you ever had with your ex-girlfriend."

Connor paused. "I mean... It was nothing crazy..." he admitted. "We only had one-on-one sex. Nothing wild like the stuff in that story."

"That's when it's the hottest, Tiger. Two people completely wrapped up in each other, consumed by something between true love and deep lust..."

"What about you? Have you had wild sex?" he asked. Alex let out a throaty laugh leaning her shoulder into the mirror.

"Oh, absolutely, Tiger. I loved to fuck."

"Really? Did you do anything, you know, crazy?"

"What's crazy? Threesomes given as birthday presents? Encounters with strangers in hospital closets? Sex parties that devolved into an orgy?"

Connor blushed.

"Well, I did all of those things. I did whatever felt good at the time."

"What about anal?" Connor asked, the oddly specific question slipping out before he had the sense to filter himself.

Alex shrugged her shoulders. "Sure... done it... I guess some girls love it - but if you ask me, it's pretty overrated. A lot of build-up, for very little payoff."

Connor was surprised by her nonchalance. "Really?"

"Now... stop stalling, Connor," she said as she tapped against the inside of the glass. "Tell me about fucking your ex."

Connor took a breath.

"Okay, fine," he said. "So... Michelle was always pretty quiet. She was very shy in bed, self conscious about her body, and to be honest, it could be kinda hard at times... but last Halloween, kind of out of nowhere, she surprised me."

Alex tilted her head.

"We got invited to a party where sexy costumes were encouraged. She bought this revealing outfit..."

"Ooooh... What was this naughty little costume?"

"A naughty fairy. Short, very sheer, not covering much at all... I swear, half the guys there couldn't stop looking at her. She has this very nice ass and plenty of cleavage that she usually tries to hide... seeing everyone else stare at her while knowing she was coming home with me... it made me really excited... well, both of us, I think."

Alex smiled, and raised her hand and snapped her fingers.

Her dark long hair transformed into a short textured pixie cut that showed off her cheekbones. Her slip was replaced by a skimpy fairy outfit - a torn, tiny tattered skirt that provided little coverage, paired with a deep neck top with faux leaves that showcased her milfy bust. See-through wings shimmered behind her.

"Something like this, Tiger?" Alex asked, turning slowly in the mirror so he could see her from all sides.

Connor nodded.

Alex let out a happy giggle, clearly enjoying his attention.

"Don't stop the story now, Connor," she said softly. "Keep going."

"Okay, so... During the party I couldn't take it anymore... " Connor said. "I took out my phone and sent her a message from across the room. I told her I had been watching her all night... And that as soon as we left I was going to fuck her so hard."

Alex's eyes got a little bigger.

"We didn't even make it through the door of the house before my hand was on her ass..." he continued, a soft laugh coming from him. "We just climbed into the back seat right there in the dark... It was the only time in our whole relationship that we ever had sex outside of a bedroom, and it was so hot."

He paused, then added. "She was so wet, Alex. It was, like, crazy hot."

Alex gave him a look. "Sounds like you were really into this girl."

"Yeah, I love her... uh, I mean I loved her."

Alex gave him another look. "What actually made you and Michelle end things?"

Connor moved uncomfortably on the edge of the bed. "It's... complicated."

Alex raised her hand and snapped her fingers again.

Suddenly, Alex was sitting cross-legged in a high-backed chair, now stylized as a well-dressed therapist.

She wore a button up blouse and a grey pencil skirt. Her hair was in a French twist.

She tapped her pen to a small pad.

"Go on, Mr Connor," Alex said smoothly. "Tell Dr Alex all about it."

Alex crossed her legs. For a brief moment, Connor saw a flash of pink lace between Alex's thighs.

Connor cleared his throat. "Michelle was... good. She was safe, kind and predictable... When it came to sex, she was totally closed off. Not open to anything beyond the usual, vanilla under the covers stuff."

Alex took a note and crossed her legs again, giving Connor a deliberate look. This time, they were a different color - sheer yellow silk.

"You're doing that on purpose, aren't you?"

"Focus, Tiger," Alex frowned, tapping her pen against her pad. "You were telling me about your ex-girlfriend."

"Right..." Connor said, forcing his eyes from between her legs. "The truth is... I wanted more. A lot more. I wanted to try new things..."

"What do you mean new things?" Alex crossed her legs again, now flashing him with a leopard print.

"Um... public stuff, roleplay, anal... She made me feel like a bad person for even thinking about it. She didn't want to try anything..."

Alex gave Connor an understanding sigh. She put down her pen and pad, uncrossing and crossing her legs again, giving him another clear view, this time she had on a deep purple satin.

Alex's support made Connor comfortable enough to share even more. "She wouldn't even let me go down on her... And sucking me off? Forget about it. She said it was disgusting."

"Disgusting?" Alex scoffed, shaking her head. "Tiger, I consider sucking cock an art form."

"Um... what?"

Alex continued. "The control... watching a man completely lose his mind in your mouth... It's one of the best feelings in the world. And denying you the chance to worship her body? That's a crime."

"Well, I wish she felt the same way you do."

"I'm sure you do, Tiger."

"It was killing me. My unfulfilled desires were making me resent her. That's why I finally ended things last week. Because I knew if I stayed, I would just spend the rest of my life wondering what it felt like to be wild."

"Would you like my diagnosis, Connor?"

Connor nodded.

"I'm afraid it's quite serious..." she said as she took off her glasses for dramatic effect. "You're what we call in the therapist community, a 'perv'."

Connor let out a dry laugh rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah... Maybe I am..."

She raised her hand again. She let her fingers hover in the air for just a moment before she snapped them again.

Suddenly, Alex was wearing a sleek cocktail dress made of purple silk that showed off her full curves. A long slit went up the left side of the floor-length skirt, exposing her thigh. Her dark hair now flowed past her shoulders. Her lips were painted a strong red.

"You really want to know what real sexual freedom feels like, don't you, Connor?" Alex asked. "Well, I might know a thing or two about that."

"Why's that?" Connor smiled.

"Because I lived it. Unapologetically... I explored everything imaginable - passionate affairs with men and even a few women - group sex, secret encounters in hotel rooms... Anything and everything."

Connor's jaw hung open as Alex continued.

"I cheated on my husband more times than I could count, often with partners who were married themselves. Knowing that they were risking everything just to have a night with me.... The adrenaline of living for pleasure... God, it was electric. I loved being sexually free without a single compromise."

"Wow, you were really... naughty."

"Oh, you want naughty, Tiger? How about cheating on my hubby during our honeymoon? Or hooking up with my brother in law over and over and over while he was staying with us, working on our house?"

She paused.

"It turns you on just hearing about it, doesn't it, Tiger? A woman who simply takes whatever she wants, whenever she wants it?"

"Yeah... it really does..." Connor admitted.

"This dress was what I was wearing years ago here in Room 689."

"The night you died?"

Alex nodded slowly. "My asshole husband had been suspicious for months. That night, I told him I was out with friends. But I, of course, was right here in room 689, getting absolutely railed by another man, chasing that reckless high again... We didn't even bother locking the door."

Her eyes met Connor's through the glass.

"Hubby barged in... The look on his face, it wasn't heartbreak, Connor. It was blinding rage. He threw my lover out into the hall, grabbed me by the neck and shoved me against this mirror."

Connor sat frozen on the bed.

"I watched my own life drain away in the mirror's reflection..." Alex whispered. "I was strangled to death by a terrible man driven insane by his possessiveness..."

There was a silent pause for a beat.

"Alex... I'm so sorry..." Connor finally said softly, his voice full of sincerity. "Nobody deserves to go out like that. That's horrific."

"Well, don't worry... justice was eventually served. I made sure he died of a heart attack before he went to trial."

Alex held Connor's gaze for a second, her expression softening before a playful mischievous glint returned to her eyes.

"It was certainly a bad night, but it was also a long time ago. As tragic as it was, sitting around brooding over my ex isn't going to get either of us off tonight, is it Tiger?"

Alex winked at him.

"You've been sitting on that bed, undressing me with your eyes in every single outfit I've put on for you. So tell me, Connor... If I weren't trapped on this side of the mirror, what would you do with me?"

"If you were here... honestly? I'd want you to get completely naked and then I'd... um... use every hole."

Alex gasped with mock scandal.

"My goodness, Connor, so direct!" she teased, shaking her head as a chuckle escaped her lips.

"A girl shares her life story and you immediately demand anal? Where are your manners, Tiger?"

Before he could stammer out an apology, her smile deepened into a hungry grin, and her beautiful eyes dropped to the bulge against the fabric of his sweatpants.

"The truth is, I'd make you eat me out until your jaw hurt before your eager friend got anywhere near my pussy, let alone my ass, Tiger. But, lucky for you, I'm entirely too horny right now to give you too hard of a time."

She had Connor's head swimming.

"You may take your cock out now, Tiger."

Connor didn't hesitate. He reached down to the waistband of his grey sweatpants and his length sprang free.

He looked up, expecting to see her reaction to his shaft.

Instead, Alex just flashed him a grin and snapped her fingers. A mist bloomed across the surface of the mirror, fogging it up from the inside.

"Hey? Where did you go?" Connor asked.

Alex didn't answer, instead a faint, rhythmic sound echoed in Room 689. Connor finally placed it - it was water cascading over tile.

The sound of a shower...

Alex's hand pressed against the inside of the glass, wiping away an arc through the condensation.

It gave Connor quite the view - Alex was fully nude, standing under a stream of water. Her hands were covered in white soap suds as she slowly massaged them over her full breasts and in between her legs.

Connor began stroking himself, his thumb rubbing over his sensitive tip.

Before Connor could completely enjoy the view, the steam rolled right back over the glass, fogging the mirror right back up and obscuring her nakedness from sight again.

Connor let out a groan of frustration. "Come on Alex, I can't see anything with the mirror like that... you're such a tease..."

From behind the condensation, Alex gave a theatrical gasp.

"A tease?" Alex said, her voice sounding mock-offended.

"Connor, after everything I've done for you tonight? That really hurts my feelings... If you want another look, you're going to have to apologize."

Connor let out a laugh.

"Alright... alright... I'm sorry, Alex. Please?"

"Please, what? Be specific, Connor. Tell me exactly what you want."

"Please, can I see your breasts?"

A giggle hummed through the glass. "That's much better, Tiger."

Alex didn't wipe another arc; instead she simply pressed her soapy tits firmly against the glass.

"Is that a little better, Connor?" she laughed, squishing her ample cleavage and her nipples right up against the wet surface for him to see, just as if the mirror was a glass shower wall.

Connor resumed his self pleasure, with a very rapid speed.

"Whoa... take your time, Tiger. You remind me of one of those asshole guys who only thinks about himself... The kind of man who just jackhammers away, not even bothering to notice the bored look in her eyes."

Connor forced his hand to slow down.

"Good boy."

She lifted her hand and snapped her fingers again.

Now, she was completely naked, laying on a bed with her legs closed.

She smiled at him and then spread her thighs lewdly - unashamedly - giving Connor his first really good look at her beautiful sex.

"That's it, Tiger," she whispered, her voice getting lower and dirtier. "Look at how fucking wet you've made me."

Connor's hand sped up on his shaft as Alex reached down and spread her lips open for him, showcasing the glistening mess all over her folds.

"Jesus..."

"Do you like that view, Tiger?" she asked as she began to slowly touch herself for him.

"Come on... get off the bed," Alex said as she beckoned him with her left hand to get closer to the mirror while her right hand continued to pleasure herself.

Connor did as he was told, stumbling his way to the mirror.

"Right here, next to me. Get close to the glass, Tiger." she added as her fingers easily slid in and out of her sloppy pussy.

"Good boy... Now - mirror my speed." Alex said, as she worked tight circles over her clit.

The two began to masturbate at similar speeds. Connor only increased when he saw Alex tighten and quicken her circles and he backed off when Alex slowed down.

"... that's right... don't take your eyes off me, tiger. stroke it for me... show me how much you want to come..."

Alex began to moan, and then rubbed herself faster and faster, bringing them both closer and closer. Connor was completely focused on her - he didn't even recognize the purple light from the fireplace had grown brighter and brighter - its flames shooting higher and higher.

"... I'm so close, tiger... are you close?" her voice dropping to a dirty whisper. "... are you going to explode for me?..."

Connor nodded and pumped himself as fast as he possibly could.

"... do it, tiger... empty your balls all over the fucking mirror.... I want every drop..."

Alex scooted closer.

"... give it to me... fucking drown me in it... oh fuck, I'm coming..." Alex moaned as her orgasm finally broke.

Watching Alex finish pushed Connor over the edge. He aimed himself towards the mirror and shot out his heavy load.

His long, thick ropes covered the glass, obscuring the explicit reflection with his messy release. He did what he was told and pumped out everything he had in his balls, giving the spectre exactly what she asked for.

But when the final cumdrop hit the mirror, everything changed.

In a flash, Alex was gone. The room's lights suddenly flickered back on. The deep, purple roaring fire disappeared - it had shrunk back to a tiny, normal, yellow flame.

Connor dropped to his knees in front of the mirror, stunned.

He watched his mess slowly drip down the mirrored glass.

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The next morning, in Room 689, Connor opened his new dating app and browsed profiles.

He scrolled through a few, and then landed on a woman who was a bit older than him.

She had a pretty face and a sexy, confident smile and a nice chest. But it was her playful eyes which somehow reminded him of his favorite horny ghost.

Connor tapped on her profile to read the bio:

I'm Allie - Recently back in the area and looking for someone who knows how to have a good time. I like men who aren't afraid to try something new. I've spent enough time behaving myself. I think it's time to have a little fun.

Connor sent her a quick message and then grabbed his bag and keycard, ready to head home.

When he turned the door handle, he paused.

"Thank you, Alex," he whispered back into the silent room. He then turned and left Room 689.

He made his way out of the hotel and into his car when he felt his phone buzz.

It was Allie.

Hi, Tiger.

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Author's Note: If you made it this far, thank you! I truly hope you enjoyed it! I'm always looking for feedback, if you have a thought or two, please share with a comment or a note!

Thanks again!