Ghostly Encounter 2025

--October 31st, 2025--

A year earlier, I had my first supernatural encounter with the ghost of Princess Diana. The veil between our world and the hereafter grew thin on Halloween in certain places, Walden Resort included. It took me a few days for my partner Ann to believe me about my encounter, but after interacting with the card Diana left for me, and communicating with her directly, Ann was convinced. We each got to make a request for someone to visit us. I chose Audrey Hepburn, Ann chose Paul Newman.

There was nothing to do beyond that besides wait till the following Halloween and go about our lives normally. Over the rest of the year, our excitement turned to a simmer as we continued about our lives. For a period, we got so busy we almost forgot, particularly after she moved in with me. But when we heard the news of Robert Redford's passing, our upcoming visitation came to the forefront of our minds. Ann fetched the card from my safe and wrote a question on it: 'Could Robert Redford come too?' Hours passed, but we did get an answer: 'He'd be delighted.' I scratched down something as well: 'I never clarified that anyone who wants to come, can. Open invitation for the holiday.' Immediately, we saw: 'I'll spread the word.'

Ann and I lounged on the south beach as the sun set. There were only a couple people, both employees, on the beach with us, and they were minding their own business fucking each other near the water line. I'd moved schedules around so we had no guests on Halloween; figured the resort better get on board with ghostly visitations before involving our patrons. I told everyone to treat it as a day off, though few came down to the waterfront, what with the brisk breeze. Still, Ann enjoyed it, her hardened nipples brushing my leg as she laid in my lap, lazily toying with my cock as I played with her pussy. This was a ritual we tried to share at least once a week; observing the participants on the south beach and watching the sunset.

From behind us, a tall woman drifted by us, her shoulder length red hair brushing the top strings of a modest bikini. As she came alongside us, she glanced over at us and smiled. She crouched down and asked if I was the owner of the resort. As I began to answer, I recognized her: Dame Diana Rigg. Ann was rewatching Game of Thrones off and on, and I frequently caught Diana Rigg on screen, and I was well used to what she looked like recently. Instead, before us stood Diana Rigg from the late 60s, at the height of her attractiveness when she was in a Bond film and on The Avengers.

"I am, Dame Rigg," I spluttered, a bit star-struck. "Tim." I offered a hand to shake.

She graciously took it, smiling her effervescent grin. "A pleasure. Thank you for your hospitality for we the mortality-challenged." She stared down at Ann, who looked up at her wide-eyed, my cock still in her mouth. "Been a while since I've been introduced to someone in such circumstances." She laid down on her stomach, chin resting on my leg, facing Ann. "But not my first," she giggled before rubbing noses with Ann playfully.

Ann removed her hand from my balls and stuck it out to Diana Rigg, letting my cock plop out of her mouth. It proceeded to flop against the Dame's lips, which made us all laugh. She gave it a quick peck on the head before taking Ann's hand. "Why dressed so formally?" Ann prodded.

Diana laughed. "The princess told us about the attitude here, but had to see it to believe it." She vaulted up from prone to standing, defying gravity like some Hong Kong action film. With a blur, she whipped off both tops and bottoms, revealing her smooth pale skin and a patch of pubes that matched her hair. She wildly ran circles around us, arms outstretched and laughing. "Oh it's marvellous to be young again!" she exclaimed as she came to a stop in front of us, tits jiggling. "Oh thank you!" Down the beach she ran as we stared at her cute bum.

Ann leapt up and stuck out a hand to help me up. "Oh shit, that means our guest could show up any time!" I got up with her and we scrambled to get our few items gathered before starting to run back. Glancing back, we caught Diana Rigg introducing herself to the copulating couple, stunned into silence mid-thrust. Ann and I chuckled as we left the beach.

We passed by the top of the north beach on our way to the elevators, and we caught a glimpse of a few other familiar faces. Amy Winehouse stood partway down the beach, legs outspread and hands on hips, breathing deeply of the sea air. Michelle Trachtenberg, looking far healthier than she had for many years before her untimely death, doffing a sky blue bikini, just like in her legendary appearance in Eurotrip on the fictional nude beach. Glad she got to experience a nude beach without all those pervy men!

We tarried only momentarily as we passed a group watching a lithe black woman dancing on top of a table. It appeared to be Josephine Baker in her prime. As we entered the elevator to the roof, I remarked to Ann, "Looks like they are not bound by how they looked when they died."

She squealed and bounced in place, grinning ear to ear. "I'm so excited!"

I fondled her ass and kissed her neck. "Me too."

As soon as the elevator doors opened, we dashed out and ran to our door. No one was waiting for us, but ghosts don't care about locked doors. We checked every room and saw no one there. I breathed a sigh of relief, glad our guests weren't waiting on us. Ann looked disappointed, hoping they'd already be here.

But barely had we sat down when a thunderous knock came at the door. We jumped up in startlement and dashed to the door. I opened it, expecting Newman and Redford, but there stood the willowy Audrey Hepburn, adorned in the black cat suit she wore in Sabrina. She wore her age closer to her mid-30s, around how she looked in My Fair Lady (much to my pleasure). She looked from Ann to me, the slightest shifting of her eyebrows the only indication of surprise. "I'm here looking for Tim, is this the correct place?" she asked in her unique accent, blending a Dutch lilt with a British softness.

My cock twitched when she said my name. "That would be me, please come in," I answered, stepping aside to let her pass. She scanned each of our bodies before stepping between us into the living room. Though Ann was eager for her visitors, she ogled Audrey's lithe form sashaying away from us.

Audrey spun around toward us when she got to the middle of the room. "Princess Di told me what to expect, but I assumed it would be just the two of us." She turned to Ann. "Am I intruding?"

Ann waved away the concern. "No, I'm well aware of the rendezvous. I have a couple guys coming for me."

Audrey cocked her head to the side in wonder. "My, how... progressive you two are."

"We each have other lovers, and sometimes other romantic partners, but we'll always have each other," I said, squeezing Ann's hand.

"Oh my god, stop!" Ann laughed playfully. "You sound so corny."

"No, no, it's sweet," Audrey chimed in. "Might have helped in my marriages."

"I didn't introduce myself properly," Ann said after a moment. "My name is Ann." She hugged Audrey, who slowly put her arms around Ann in return. "Don't worry, I don't expect anything from you. You're Tim's fantasy after all." She turned and smiled at me mischievously. "I'll go make some dinner. Can you... partake?"

"That sounds lovely. Been a while since I've had food," Audrey said. Ann flounced off to the kitchen, her cute ass jiggling away. I offered Audrey a chair to sit down in. She sat and crossed her legs alluringly, gaze shifting to my cock.

I sat down on the couch beside her chair. "I know Ann was teasing, but you don't have to do anything you don't want to. This is your one night of the year to be more in touch. Whatever you like, I swear," I said apologetically.

Audrey Hepburn's mouth curved up slowly as she considered me. "Di was right, you are a gentleman. We'll see how accurate she was on her other claims." She stood up and turned her back to me, still looking over her shoulder. "Would you mind getting the zipper?"

I leaped up, perhaps too eagerly, and gently helped her out. We both knew there wasn't anything real to it, but we appreciated the pretense of stripping. I placed my hand on her newly exposed skin to hold her clothing in place to smoothly lower the zipper. Her back was smooth and soft, though her thin ropey frame was apparent underneath. Slowly her zipper parted so more and more of her back was exposed. It stopped tantalizingly close to the curve of her ass. I ran my hands over her shoulders and underneath her clothes to push them down over her arms. She stepped back to press herself against me, providing a better angle. The hem of her suit slid down her collarbones till it passed over her high-set small breasts, nipples jutting out. She helped me push it down her torso and past her waist. Her face was turned to press into my shoulder as she did so. I dropped to my knees, her pert ass and toned thighs directly in front of my face. I pushed the bunched up suit all the way down to her ankles, taking my time to admire every inch of her graceful legs. Finally, she stepped out of each leg and stepped forward.

She spun around to face me as I stood up. As was likely the style at the time, she sported a thick tuft of black pubes, tamed only at the sides to better suit a bikini line. "Thank you, Tim," she purred breathily. "It's a devil reaching that zipper."

I'd begun rising to a full erection, but as Audrey stepped forward to reach a hand out to it, a knock at the door interrupted us. Ann came bursting out of the kitchen and ran between us to grab the door. Normally she would notice foreplay commencing in her living room, but the prospect of her guests excited her too much. Audrey and I heard the door open and Ann breathlessly greet Paul Newman and Robert Redford.

She entered with an arm around the waist of each of them, dressed to the nines in their costumes from Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, and her bare naked. "Tim, can you entertain our guests while I finish dinner?" Ann asked, barely masking her disappointment that she hadn't finished prep before their arrival.

Before I could say anything, Audrey spoke up. "You entertain your guests, Tim and I can finish dinner. It's been so long since I've made anything, I'd really like to." she said, glancing in my direction. I shrugged and showed Audrey to the kitchen. I caught out of the corner of my eye Ann considering to object, but instead gleefully grabbing the waistbands of her men and begin dragging them to the bedroom.

"You don't have to do this," I told Audrey when I met her in the kitchen. "I can finish this off."

Audrey was already tying a short apron around her, the strings resting against the curve of her ass. "I meant my offer. I've always loved cooking, and I do genuinely miss it." She glanced over her shoulder alluringly. "Fetch me a bottle of red? Looks like there won't be enough for five." With the ease and grace of a chef, she glided across the kitchen, expanding the red wine sauce for the pork loin and gnocchi. Thankfully, Ann made more than enough gnocchi and we had extra pork loin in the fridge. Audrey directed me to whip up a vinaigrette for the salad with some of the wine. After a few minutes, the food was prepped and cooking. "Now we just need to keep an eye on it," Audrey said. "Hmm, didn't use the entire bottle. Mind if I make dessert?"

Flabbergasted at her efficiency and drive, I stammered, "Sure. What do you need?"

"Cake supplies. As long as you have chocolate, red wine is the only unusual ingredient."

"I do," I answered, and started pulling out all the needed material. As I did so, I remarked, "Hope you don't mind me mentioning, but you seem to have switched gears pretty quickly. Were you uncomfortable with where we were going?"

She chuckled as she bent over to pull some bowls out of a cabinet, her cheeks parting slightly so I got a decent look at her pussy. "Hardly. I haven't forgotten about it, just taking a presented opportunity. Think I'm being a cocktease?" she smirked.

I was shocked to hear such a longtime crush use such language, especially one from so many decades ago. "Maybe, but that's your right. Even if it goes nowhere with me."

"Very progressive of you. Men usually don't have such patience, especially if they don't get a release."

"It's the least I can do. Both..." Ann let out a cry of pleasure from the other room. "... or more partners all deserve to work on their own terms. I try and cede some of those preferences to women due to the history of sexual politics."

"Including letting your girlfriend sleep with other men?"

I laughed. "Not just men." Audrey raised her eyebrows at that. "Hardly a concession. We both wanted it going into our relationship. Not only do I get to sleep around too, but it makes me immensely happy that she derives pleasure from others. Hot to watch too."

Audrey stirred the sauce and flipped over the pork loins before saying, "We have a few minutes. Want to go look in on them?"

I smiled. "Definitely." We stepped through the living room and to the open bedroom door. Paul Newman had his dick balls deep in Ann's pussy and Robert Redford had his down her throat. I leaned against the door frame with my arms crossed, admiring the scene before me. Audrey stood next to me, mouth hanging open in shock. She looked down my body, resting her eyes on my hardening penis.

"May I?" she asked quietly, indicating my dick.

"May I?" I responded, nodding towards her thick bush.

We nodded together, smiling. I wrapped an arm around Audrey Hepburn's waist and pulled her close to me. My hand passed over her small tight ass and stroked the back of her thighs as I wormed my fingers between them. She parted her legs as she grasped my penis.

I had long dreamed of the impossible happening to me now, Audrey Hepburn's slender and graceful hand wrapped around my member. Nearly as satisfying was stroking her wet pussy, as aroused as I was. A breathy moan escaped her barely parted lips as I caressed her vulva, her grip on my cock tightening slightly as she slowly stroked it.

Ann glanced in our direction, smiling around the dick in her mouth before renewing her attention to getting pounded. I'd just parted Audrey's lips and began circling her hole to plunge a finger into, when the faint chirping of a timer came from the kitchen. It felt like our touch had only lasted seconds, when it must have been several minutes. Audrey released her hold on my dick with a wistful look, kissing my shoulder and playfully biting it. She whipped around and bounced back to the kitchen, my eyes glued on her jiggling tush.

I turned back to the threesome before me and enjoyed my partner getting railed for a few more minutes. I casually stroked my cock till Ann took notice. She pulled Robert Redford's dick out from between her lips and mouthed, "I love you, honey," to me before deepthroating it again with a gurgle.

I left the room with a smirk and joined Audrey in the kitchen. She stood on tiptoes, reaching for a handful of my nicer plates on a higher shelf.

"Let me help," I said, before placing my hands on her hips and lifted her up a few more inches. She squeaked in a cute way as my erection brushed against the inside of her leg and she grabbed the plates.

"What a gentleman," she cooed as she placed them gently on the counter. As her feet settled on the floor again, she brushed a hand over the sensitive head of my dick. "Though this will have to wait."

"I can be patient," I smirked, hiding how agonizing her teasing was. "Hey guys, food's about ready!" I called out to the bedroom.

"Be there in a sec," Paul Newman called out before we heard more aggressive grunting and crying out from Ann. We chuckled to ourselves as we set the table and plated the food.

Just as we finished and sat down, the threesome came out of the bedroom, all still naked. Cum dribbled down Ann's thighs and from the corner of her mouth. Paul Newman and Robert Redford each had an arm under Ann's, ready to support her if her wobbly legs gave up. They sat down and dug right into the food.

"Damn good," Paul said loudly after wolfing down a plateful. "I certainly missed this. Putting your guest to work cooking for you, huh?" he ribbed me gently.

"She volunteered!" I said in mock-shock, hands up in the air defensively. "But yes, it's incredible, thank you Audrey."

Audrey Hepburn meekly said, "Thank you. I missed preparing food, and I'm happy to not have the same problems with eating that I used to." Ann rubbed her shoulder reassuringly and leaned in to whisper something. Audrey wrapped her arms around Ann before they both returned to their food. I assumed Ann said something about her own past eating disorder and how much she appreciated the struggle. I didn't bring it up any further.

"It's a shame neither of us got to work with you," Robert Redford said to Audrey. "I always appreciated your work."

"We actually almost did once," Paul said.

"Two for the Road, wasn't it?" I asked.

Audrey smiled around a bite of food. "Would have been lovely. Albert [Finney] was a lot of fun, but I wish it could have worked for us."

"My mistake," Paul smirked. "Shouldn't have turned it down, I guess."

We finished up our meal and talked for another half an hour, filling the space with tales of classic Hollywood and boisterous laughter. Ann stood up first and offered to take Paul and Robert around the facility, show off some of the amenities and see who they run into.

As she guided them to the door, Audrey jogged over and pulled her aside. They exchanged a few words and Ann wrapped her arms around Audrey and kissed her on the cheek before leaving. "Don't forget to stop back for cake!" Audrey called out the door after them. She dashed past me into the kitchen. "Help me finish this?"

I followed her, curious how she meant to proceed with us. I grabbed a bowl and hand mixer for her and she began whipping up a chocolate sauce to drizzle over the cake. After it started to mix together, she scraped some of the stray ingredients into the center to fully mix them in. Shockingly, she set the mixer to too high a setting and sprayed much of the sauce before turning it back off in a hurry. The look on her face as specks of gooey chocolate covered both our fronts caused us to erupt in laughter.

Audrey stepped up to me and licked a glob off my upper chest. So that was her game! I leaned over and cupped one of her supple breasts and licked a dollop off, sucking her hardening nipple as I lingered. She kissed my neck and moaned softly. My cock began rising as we nibbled each other.

When I stopped and stepped back she looked me dead in the eyes as she grabbed the bowl of remaining sauce and poured it all over my crotch, lathered over my erection. "Oh dear, seems to have gotten all over your knob. Please, let me clean that up," she said with a cheeky grin and a gleam in her eye as she dropped to her knees.

To say I was in heaven would be an understatement. Audrey Hepburn was fastidious in her attention to my cock. If she wasn't crazy about giving head, I'd never have known. Her eyes locked on my chocolate-coated hard-on, slowly cleaning it off with her tongue. She pressed my dick against the side of her face, smearing the sauce from her chin to her temple as she lazily tongued it. Audrey's hazel eyes turned up to my face, half-closed in pleasure, loving the servicing she was giving me. "Such a lovely cock," she murmured before wrapping her lips around the head. Her tongue swirled firmly around my head and shaft, gulping down the chocolate sauce as quickly as she bobbed up and down.

I ran a hand through her hair gently as she sucked me intently. She moaned at my caress and turned her eyes back down to the cock in her mouth. I stroked the side of her face with my other hand as her pace quickened. My orgasm began rising as I grunted, "I'm going to cum if you don't stop."

Audrey Hepburn pulled off my dick, which looked shockingly clean, to purr, "Good." With a devilish gleam in her eye, she impaled her mouth on my prick, all the way to the back of her throat, and sucked sloppily and loudly. I leaned back on the counter to brace myself as I began cumming. She retracted her mouth till just my head was in her mouth and she furiously jacked me off with a hand to extract everything.

As my muscles relaxed and I settled back on the counter, Audrey stood up. She opened her mouth to show me the chocolate mixing with my cum, like a kinky Cadbury egg. I raised my eyebrows in interest as I regathered my breath. She laughed and swallowed. "My husbands always liked that," she smiled at me.

"Some things don't change," I laughed. She laughed too, and when she closed her eyes, I grabbed her by the hips and hoisted her up to my shoulders, pressing her back against the nearest wall. Audrey yelped as I caught her by surprise. "Time to return the favor," I said.

She draped her legs over my shoulders. "That I never got from my husbands."

"Ungrateful bastards," I chuckled, then dove into her hairy muff. I brushed aside the tufts of dark hair beaded with her wetness with my nose to reveal her lips. My tongue caressed it slowly and gently from the bottom to her clit. She moaned in pleasure, tightening her thighs around my ears. I ran a hand up her torso while holding a thigh with the other. It traced over her luscious stomach till I could grasp one perky tit.

She grasped that hand over her breast with hers, and with a glance, I confirmed that her other hand was groping her other breast, rolling the nipple between a finger and thumb. When she noticed me looking up at her, she embarrassedly dropped both her hands to rest on my head. "Sorry," she mumbled, her thighs loosening around my head.

"What's to apologize for? It's no slight on my masculinity or prowess as a lover for you to enjoy your own body." Audrey began to object. "I'm sure that's what you've been told before," I interrupted. "Their objection is the slight on their ability. If it's something you want me to do, and I'm not doing it, tell me. If it's something you want to do to yourself, do it. This needs to be fun for you too."

"OK," Audrey said sheepishly. She closed her eyes and slowly brought her hands up to her boobs, worming one under the hand I had placed there. I brought it back down to her other thigh as she began tweaking her nipples and moaning.

Satisfied, I turned back to her delectable pussy. God it was delicious; ambrosia from beyond the veil. I continued gently, but persistently, and it seemed to work for her. Up the length of her vulva, circling her clit a few times, then back down. I didn't need to press any further as she exhaled harder than normal in her pleasure, and slowly ramping up how fast she breathed. Her hips lifted involuntarily, pressing her crotch into my face.

I moved my hands from her thighs to her ass, helping support any further movements. Audrey's hips began rolling harder and more insistently as I squeezed her cheeks. Her breath caught with each squeeze till a slight whimper mixed into her exhalations. I continued my even pace and path on her pussy as she came closer and closer to orgasm. Thankfully for me, it had taken long enough that my member began to rise to attention again. A shuddering gasp of "oh yes" from Audrey Hepburn brought me to full mast.

Less than a minute later, she bucked hard against my tongue, harder than any yet. I looked up at her. Her head was turned to the side, mouth fully open and eyes still closed. Her hands furiously groped her tits, nipples between a couple fingers on each side so they could still be teased. A fast high squeal emitted from her open mouth as she came. Without relenting on my trajectory, I prolonged this exultation for almost a full minute, her legs tightening their hold every second. Finally she sighed deeply and heavily as her orgasm ended and her body relaxed fully.

I tilted her to the side and scooped her up in my arms, carrying her toward the couch. She curled up into my chest, sighing deeply; the same one she gave when drugged up and sleepy at the beginning of Roman Holiday. "So happy," she sighed with a giggle, referencing the same part of the movie.

I draped her gently on the couch, making sure the smeared chocolate sauce on her front wasn't touching anything. I grabbed a towel and placed it by her to wipe anything off. "Wow," she smiled brightly, her lovely eyes gazing at me adoringly. "Only Robert [Wolders, Hepburn's partner at the end of her life], could ever do that to me, and never consistently. That Ann is a lucky lady."

"Oh it's definitely me that's the lucky one," I smiled. "You've seen what a tiger she is. Least I can do is eat her out."

Audrey Hepburn glanced down at my erection. "Already? I'd forgotten about the vigor of youth."

"Only if you're game," I offered, though the thought of ravaging her body was chief in my mind, my dick bobbing at the thought.

"How considerate." She giggled at my wagging cock. "And flattering." She pursed her lips and gave me a long considering look. "I suppose," she said with a smarmy grin.

Audrey Hepburn stood gracefully, and grabbed the towel I left her and dropped it on the ground. She stepped onto it, then saw the chocolate smears fall through her body onto the towel. I rolled my eyes at myself. 'Right, she is still a ghost,' I thought. Audrey slunk towards me, one long leg crossing slowly in front of the other till she stood before me. Her legs parted as she sunk onto my lap, kissing me deeply.

"Let's get this positioned properly," Audrey purred. She lifted her left leg to rest on my shoulder. I was shocked when her right leg alighted on my other shoulder, her ankles locking together behind my head. Her body was in contact with me the entire time, so I know she didn't go incorporeal to achieve this position Laughing at my confusion, Audrey said, "I was a ballerina. Still pretty flexible." She lifted herself with one hand braced on the arm of the chair I sat in and guided my dick into her with the other.

We both moaned as she lowered herself onto me and we began undulating together. While I couldn't see my penetration from this position (my favorite part), we did enjoy her tense legs pressed between our torsos. I stroked her thighs and kissed her calves as we made love tenderly.

We were both surprised at how slowly and passionately we did move, given how aggressively we gave each other head, and our unusual position. Our chests were far enough apart to breathe with ease, but on every exhale, Audrey's nipples brushed against my chest. I stared deep into her soulful eyes, drinking in her lust and passion either each thrust.

Our spirits laid bare as we stared into each other's eyes with each slow and purposeful thrust. Her lifetime of pain, joy, and love revealed themselves to me. I can only hope she saw something worthwhile in my cushy life full of sex, but the small turning of the corner of her mouth indicated she did.

Soon enough, Audrey Hepburn's mouth no longer closed and simply hung open. Tiny gasps emitted every now and then till a consistent rhythm emerged. It quickened over the next few minutes of our steady thrusts. Finally, she gasped out, "Don't hold back." She didn't need to tell me twice.

I stood up, carrying her with me to better free my hips for stronger thrusting. While I knew she could be incorporeal and weightless for this, I found the small amount of weight her thin frame provided to be grounding and assuring. I spread my legs into a wide stance for balance and placed my hands on her hips. Audrey's ankles locked behind my head and she clutched my shoulders.

With barely a moment to catch our breath, so as not to lose our momentum, I lifted her firmly by the hips and pulled her into me, thrusting as I did so. She exhaled hard, a joyful whimper creeping in at the end as I impaled her on my cock. I took a measured approach for a couple more thrusts to see if she needed me to stop. When she raised her eyebrows, curious at my deliberate approach, I smirked, acknowledging her go-ahead to speed up.

No longer did I maintain a consistent rhythm, but instead jackhammered into her, keeping her body folded up against mine. Her eyes widened, but the corners of her mouth turned up as her whimpers grew to sharper moans of ecstasy. Allowing for full abandon to my carnal instincts pushed me closer and closer to orgasm myself, and her clear delight at the change of pace only encouraged it.

"Ooooh, fuck!" Audrey Hepburn cried out, eyes scrunching as she orgasmed again.

She'd teased me with some dirtier language, but hearing her properly swearing in the heat of passion drove me over the edge. I also grunted out an "Oh fuck," as I pressed my face into her neck and squeezed her harder. My thrusts became jerkier as I shot ropes of cum into her.

It seemed to last for ages for me, prolonged by Audrey's wails of pleasure. Eventually I ran out of spurts to give. Thankfully I had the wherewithal to set her down gently in the chair we just fucked in before I collapsed on the floor next to it. My legs quivered and my cock twitched as the last few drops dribbled out.

"Hmmm," Audrey moaned, a big smile splashed across her face while her eyes remained closed. I leaned back on my elbows and looked at her basking in the afterglow. Her hands gently traced over her arms and across her chest, lingering on her nipples for a minute. One hand continued its path down her stomach till it rested on her cum-leaking pussy. She squeezed her breast as she plunged a couple fingers into her pussy, scooping up some cum and rubbing it against her clit. Her face remained unchanged, a calm euphoria splashed across it. I smiled at her as she continued playing with herself, staying silent to avoid interrupting her.

After a few minutes, and what seemed to be one final quiet orgasm, Audrey opened her eyes blearily, seeing me staring at her. "Pardon me, got a bit distracted," she spluttered.

"No problem," I said, maintaining my smile.

"That was quite lovely. Haven't had that in so long," she smiled back at me dreamily. We stared at each other for a bit before she finally chuckled, "Well, we'd better whip up a new batch of sauce for the cake."

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Several hours later, we'd finally finished the cake and let it set. We moved outside into the cool night air. The sun had gone down a while ago, and though the hotel was brightly lit, it did nothing to dim the stars. I got lucky with the location that it was far enough away from large coastal California cities to avoid their light pollution. We both leaned on the railing that surrounded the rooftop and gazed out over the ocean and the stars twinkling on the horizon above it. We'd talked for the hours since our lovemaking, but no longer felt the need; we just stood there in silence, enjoying the fresh air.

I heard soft footsteps on the path behind us, leading to my door. Ann tried to sneak up behind us, but I knew to keep an ear out for her. "Hey there, love," I beamed at her and hugged her close. "Have a good time?"

"Delightful," she answered. "Paul and Robert wanted to see everything. Lost them down at the beach. Pretty sure Elizabeth Taylor pulled them astray." We all laughed. "She's in for a good time, if she hasn't a threesome with them before." She glanced between me and Audrey Hepburn. "Have you had a good time?"

"The best," Audrey said before I could say anything. "You've got a special man here."

"I know," Ann said, smirking at me behind her round glasses. "Now I believe you'd mentioned something about cake before?"

We stepped inside, and had our dessert over more scintillating conversation. As three in the morning approached, Audrey politely excused herself. "You've provided a wonderful evening, particularly you Tim. But I would like to walk along the beach for a while before we all leave at sunrise."

"I'll walk you to the door," Ann offered. Audrey accepted, and they left me alone at the kitchen table. I sat considering how surreal this night was. I spent weeks last year wondering if I dreamed the whole encounter with Princess Diana, and then it got to happen again this year. Would this happen every year? God I hoped so.

Ann came back in a few minutes later. She slid into my lap and draped her arms around me. "It's been a great day."

"Agreed. Want to go to bed?"

"Nah, let's watch a movie. We'll watch the sunrise together."

We put on Wait Until Dark, fitting since Audrey Hepburn and Halloween were on our minds. We cuddled up under a blanket to snuggle, just enjoying each other's company. After the movie finished, we moved outside, taking our blanket with us. There was another hour and a half till sunrise still.

We talked over our evenings, going into intricate detail about our encounters. Turns out Ann was a unicorn for Katherine Hepburn and Spencer Tracy, both of them aggressive and passionate. She was impressed and turned on by my dalliance with Audrey Hepburn, particularly pleased at hearing how flexible she was. As fun as sharing our sexual encounters is, eventually we turned to the heavier subject of mortality, how the confirmation of the hereafter changes our views, who we want to see (both sexually and not).

Finally we quieted down as the sky began to lighten and we basked in the sunrise, ending the visitation to the resort from the other side. We headed inside to catch a small nap before grinding through the day so we didn't completely throw off our sleep schedule. I grabbed my phone to take to our bed and saw a text from Marie, my CFO. It read:

Something weird's going on. I swear someone who looked exactly like Marlon Brando hit on me last night. But like a young Brando. And I just saw a bunch of people disappear off the beach. What the fuck is going on?

A dozen more texts came in as I read that. I smiled to myself. Guess I'll have to explain what happened to everyone. Should make next year more fun!