Ticklish&InLove
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Geoffrey Mansfield had once lived here.
Or so the big bronze plaque placed in front of the old mansion turned apartmnent complex said.
Sarah didn't really care, noting its presence with barely a glance as she carried the last of her belongings up the old rickety stairs and into her new room at the end of the second floor hallway.
The local historical society had finally caved in after almost two years of legal battles. In fact Sarah had almost given up the whole idea until frustrated, she'd driven over to the delapitated, once grand, home with its pealing paint and ivy crowded porch steps and stood in front of it, trying to imagine it in its grand heyday while muttering to herself....
"Oh, why should I try to fight for you so much! Why do you seem to be 'home' to me?"
"Careful there, lady, or the folks around here will start thinking your missing your marbles!"
She'd spun around then to see two torqouise eyes looking back at her, "Wha-I mean who are you?"
The young man merely winked at her,"I reckon that's what the folks around here are wondering about you, miss. Why are you fighting so hard to own Mansfield Manor?"
Sarah sighed,"When I look at it, it just seems like 'home'
I guess. I've never felt like I've ever had a real solid place of my own before. But when I saw this place, it seemed so...so right."
The man had nodded,"I can certainlly understand that. She was a beauty in her day, that's for sure. But you're a young lady starting out in life, how can you afford to keep her?"
"My father left me some money when he passed away. My mother died when I was too little to know her, so I got the modest fortune to myself. Its not enough for me to live on forever, but its enough to let me purchase this place, renovate it, and keep it going so long as I sumpliment it with the income I can make from leasing out the individual rooms as small appartments."
"I see. And what would you do should you marry?"
Sarah laughed outloud. "You sound like my father! but no, I don't plan on it. I'm finishing up my doctorate in psychology and plan to eventually set up a small practice here in Hillview. I like the quiet life." She instinctively grabed one of her strands of red hair and twisted it around her finger,"Besides, I like the freedom that comes from living alone. I can travel wherever and whenever I want, bake chocolate chip cookies at midnight, go skinny dipping in the pool at outragous times of the night, camp out on the roof just to see the stars..." she'd stopped, biting her lip in mid sentence, her cheeks turning bright red as she realized she'd just daydreamed outloud in front of a perfect stranger.
But he'd only smiled warmly at her,"Don't be embarresed miss. I think the former owner of this old house would welcome you with open arms into his house were he still living today. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if your luck were to turn around soon..."
"SARAH! MISS STEINHEART, JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING HERE!" A loud woman's voice had interupted the stranger's soothign words. Sarah had looked up with a groan to see Nancy Albertson, the President of the Hillview Historical Society standing in her sundress and gardening gloves glaring at her. The woman had been her unrelenting archnemisis for over a year and showed no signs of stopping. Mrs. Albertson stomped as fast as her heels could trott across the muddy earth towards Sarah, her eyes glaring, her lips turned down in a determined frown, when suddenly she had come to a dead stop...
"Good afternoon, Nancy! I hope you're not here to cause trouble for Miss Steinheart here. She only wants to return Mansfield Manor to some semblence of its former glory and we both know that would have only made Mr. Mansfield a happy man, don't we?"
The woman hadn't even answered the stranger. instead she had nodded "yes" like crazey and ran off.
"Mrs. Albertson?" Sarah was about to go after the woman to see if she was alright, when it occured to her that she had never once really looked at the stranger, and now owed him a thanks for getting rid of her two year walking talking headache...but he was no where to be seen.
Sarah stetched out her tired limbs across her bed, reflecting on how odd that day had had been. The next day she'd recieved a letter from the Hillview Historical Society announcing its full support for her renovations and proposed new usage of the old home. So much to do, but tonight all she wanted to do was sleep. She watched the last of the daylight play against the cieling, noted the need for curtains, and turned out the light...
The next morning Sarah woke to hear a tiny tapping at her window. "Squirls", she muttered to herself and turned over, but the sound continued. Finally she realkized someone was tossing little stones against her window. "Don't tell me Mrs. Albertson is back..."She mumbled to herself as she peered down to see the stranger looking back up at her, his torquoise eyes shining. no wonder they were the only feature she'd remembered!
He was holding a basket in one hand and flowers in another,"Housewarming gift for Miss-soon-to-be-doctor-Steinheart!" he shouted up at her. Sarah wasn't really wanting company today, but she smiled in spite of herself at the sweetness behind the gesture, "Okay! I'll be right down!"
"No need miss! I'm a full service delivery professional. I get paid to deliver the goods to you!"
Before Sarah could protest the stranger was climbing up the ivy to her window, flowers in his teeth, basket handle looped over his right arm!
She quickly opened the window and pulled on her robe just as he was throwing a leg over the sill. She could smell the fresh baked scent of...oh! It couldn't be....as if to read her mind the stranger opened the basket to reveal fresh baked chocolate chip cookies.
Sarah laughed outloud,'I can't believe you remembered!"
"That's not all I know about you, Sarah, darling!" the stranger winked at her and handed her a boqauet of wildflowers. She reached out to take them when suddenly he twisted them around to brush against her neck, causing her to giggle outloud,"See? Now I also know that you're ticklish!"
Sarah's eyes grew wide when she heard him say those words so casually, and she found herself stamering, trying to gain some degree of control over the situation,"I'm sorry, but i don't even know your name..."
The stranger's smile grew wider, in fact it seemed as if his smile were an extension of the sunrise's warm rays entering the room,"Well, Sarah, you never asked. But how about you nibble on these for a while and relax while I go downstairs and try and make myself useful. Then, when you're ready, and properly attired, not that I mind your current attire at all that is, you can come down and we can handle introductions then."
Sarah felt immediately embaressed that she had been sitting around in her neglicee and robe and nodded as he took a playful bow and closed the door behind him calling out from down the hall,"Besides, I have a favorite spot down by the river that I'd love to share with you over lunch since you're thinking of making Hillview your home!"
Sarah munched on the cookies, growing anxious thinking about the work that needed to get done. She began to ridicule herself for getting sidetracked by a cute guy's charm when she needed to be dealing with brass taxes. She hurrried about brushing her teeth and getting dressed, to the point that she was running down the hall way thinking to herself how crazy she was for letting a perfect stranger into her new home whom she still didn't know the name of when she almost ran smack into him in the kitchen, "Now you listen here, whoever you are. I don't even know you! I need you to leave..."
"But Sarah, we could have so much fun together! All those things you said you want to do...camping out on the rooftop, baking cookies at midnight, I love to do those things too, Sarah! And besides, for all your statements about being free...free to travel...free to come and go as you please...you aren't free, Sarah, you'll never be free until you allow yourself to recieve what I can give you!"
"And just what is that?"
"Laughter, Sarah! You need to laugh! You need to fill the halls of this house with the sound of your beautiful laughter, and then it will be your home!"
Sarah sat up in bed with a start. Had she dreamed the whole thing? She looked down at herself and saw cookie crumbs. Then she looked over at the clock and couldn't believe her eyes...it was 2:30pm! Oh no! She ahd fallen asleep eating cookies and the stranger had either been waiting for her or doing goodness only knows what in her new home...
She pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, pulled her red locks into a pony tail, brushed her teeth and ran down the hallway towards the stairs. But wait! The new carpet was already laid out in the hall and centered down the stairs...the banister was gleaming with polish, the old chendeliers were even shining with all their gold and crystal...the windows were washed...she slowed down and looked into one of the bedrooms: perfect polished floors, perfect freshly painted walls...she slowly went down the stairs, her bare feet feeling the clean wooden floors as she stepped into the entranceway. The new wallpaper had been put up, the new curtain rods and curtains were perfect, even the new furniture had been taken out of their boxes, dusted and arranged better than she could have imagined it, he had mixed them in with the old abandoned furniture she'd planned to throw out. But there they were, sitting like new, like they belonged.
Sarah trod softly into the kitchen and encountered a mixture of intoxicating aromas. Her new pots and pans were on the stove, things were boiling, simmering, frying, baking...even the old bread oven had a loaf rising in it!
"Well there you are!"
Sarah spun around to see the stranger walking into the kitchen holding a basket filled with just pulled out of the earth vegetables.
"Where did all this come from?"
"Oh these?", the stranger pulled out a bunch of carrotts,"All these were still growing in the backyard. In fact, I think they're a healthier yeild than they were when the original gardner was trying to grow them!" He laughed as he washed them off in the sink and proceeded to chop them up and dump them in the boiling pot.
Sarah just stood there, jaw hanging open.
The stranger washed some potatoes and tossed them at her,"Here, mind helping out with peeling? It's going to get cold tonight, so we're going to want a hot meal to stay warm!"
Dumbfounded, Sarah picked up a peeler and began peeling the potatoes,"But, how did you get all this done? I mean, it's ALL done!"
He laughed,"You slept a bit longer than I anticipated, so I had the time, and put it to use."
"But this should have taken weeks to do!"
"Well, it didn't, so now you have a bunch of time of your hands, and I know just how to spend it!"
Sarah placed the potatoes down on the table and watched as he tossed them into the air over the pot and cut them into cubes before they landed into the fragrant mixture,"What do you have in mind?"
The stranger turned to her then and gave her the first serious look she'd seen cross his face,"Is your ensemble that expensive?"
"Uh, no.."
"Does it have any kind of deep meaning to you?"
"No. But why are you asking me..."
Out of nowhere the stranger tossed a handlful of powdered sugar at her. Sarah's eyebrows went up. She'd never seen an adult do such a ridiculous thing before. She began to brush herself off when he was suddenly right beside her,"Here, let me." His hands began brushing her off, but they were doing it too light and too fast, causing her to squirm a little...
"No, its okay, i can get it..."
But his hands kept brushing her off, lighter and lighter in some places, more firm, almost poking, in others...oh! God! It was begining to tickle...
"No, hehe, pleheeheese! I-I-heehee've gahhahahahat it. Reheeheelly!"
He went for it then, tickling her sides, her armpits, her stomach! She struggled to keep him away, but he was tickling her so fast it almost felt like it was like his hands were going right through her, tickling her soft tender armpits in spite of her closed up arms, her waist in spite of her frantic hands, her stomach in spite of her bent over body...
"Nohohohoho! Pleeheeheeheeheeheeese!"
He picked her up in his arms then, and carried her into the living room and tickled her poor stomach to death, soft tickling fingers stroking through her thin t-shirt, sending her into spasms of laughter...
"OH!NO!HA!HA!HA!HEE!HEE!STOHAHAHA!P!ICAN"TSTANDIT!"
Sarah was squealing louder and louder as he went from her stomach to squeezing her knees to her sides to her armpits!
"Have you guessed what my idea is yet, Sarah? Have you guessed how I'd like to spend your newly aquired free time? " He teased as he kept up the relentless tickling, his torquoise eyes twinkling, "It's called 'fun' Sarah. It's a close friend of mine. I suggest you two get aquianted." He crooned as his hands kept on flying in a flurry across her now goodbumped flesh, sending shivers of ticklish anticipation after each and every mischivious stroke.
A kettle began to squeal, and he finally stopped the relentless ticklish ordeal, leaned back on his knees and smirked down at her shaking, giggling body, "I better get that, as that would be our hot cocoa on the stove. I found your thermus, so I made a batch for us to take on our journey tonight. Then, when we come back, the stew will be ready and waiting for us. So why don't you go along and grab a coat. I'll be down here waiting. Don't keep me waiting as long as you did this morning though, unless you want me to go after these cute little feet of yours!" , he gave both of her soles a quick tickle, making her jerk them back reflexivly.
Sarah giggled in spite of her usual structured personality and found herself racing up the stairs after her coat with the kind of ecstatic abandon usually reserved for kids on holidays!
When she returned downstairs he was already in his coat, with a backpack containing the thermus slung over his right shoulder. He put his free arm over her as naturally as if they'd known each other all their lives and led her out into the pearlecent banks of snow.
Together they walked around the back of the house until they found a sturdy oak tree.
"Alright, my Lady" he winked,"Let's see how well you can climb!"
"What? You've got to be kidding..."
"Stop. Just stop right there with the practical Sarah and let the one whose up for adventure follow me up ths tree. I promise you it won't be practical. I garauntee it won't serve any purpose other than fully living in this moment. But," he paused, "I give you my word you'll be happy you did it!" And with that, he was off an up the tree.
Sarah stood there for a while, watching him slowly disapear up and up into the snowy limbs, wondering how she got herself into such a crazy situation with...with...Oh! She still didn't know his name! That did it. She was off and climbing up the darn tree with every determined bone in her body. "At least, he won't be able to get away easily and I can finally pin him down and get his name!" she mumbled to herself with each tree branch, twig, and rough bark that snaged her clothes on the way up. She kept telling herself to repeat her intention, as she realized she always forgot to ask whenever she was near him...
"Sarah! Over here!"
She heard his voice and saw that suspended between the tree and her rooftop was a short zip line leading to the place where he was waiting. Amid the snow covered roof were roses...roses everywhere standing out against the snow like splashes in a Jackson Pollock painting.
Steadying her nerves at the thought, she cautiously grabbed onto the swing with all her might, closed her eyes and pushed off the tree with her legs. The cold wind whipped about her face as she felt herself sliding down towards him. The speed of the line never slowed down, but his arms were open and waiting and caught her easily. Every inch of her body felt alive, each once of skin tingling with the very thought of just having flown over two stories! It wasn't until she heard him chuckling that she realized she'd been clinging to him tightly ever since landing. Embarressed, she pulled away and smoothed out her coat, straightend her hair...
"Aww, don't pull away now! I kinda like you near me, Sarah!" He pulled her back with one arm and tickled her side with his other hand.
"Oh! D-D-Don't! My skin is already too alert with being up this high!"
"Trust me." He whispered in her ear and tickled her a little more visciously, making her laugh outloud and cling to him even harder, "I've got you!"
He then led her across the snow to the middle of the rooftop where candles had been set out and lit on top of small stone piles surrounding a thick blanket that had a small low table in the middle with two steaming hot cups of cocoa. Next to them was a small ceramic fireplace burning with mesquite wood. Around its little chimney was a big red bow.
"Hope you'll get a lot of enjoyment out of your housewarming present!" He sat down in front and gestured proudly at it. Speechless, Sarah nodded and sat beside him, enjoying the warmth of the small fire and sipping the cocoa.
He brushed her hair out of her face, pulled another blanket over both of them and pointed out through the snow towards the lake where the moon was now directly above, making it look like a splash of liquid silver on the horizon.
"Now this is how to fall in love with Hillview."
Sarah let out a small gasp as she saw the incredible expanse of the land, as if for the first time, in the moonlight. She sipped her cocoa and for the first time stopped questioning about why she was doing something so unpredictable, as suddenly the dreary day to day tasks seemed like the most impractical aspects of living and breathing the cool crisp air, seeing her breath turn into a little cloud and watching it rise up into a star filled sky seemed like the most important thing she could ever be doing with her life.
She nestled closer to the stranger, closer to the fire, and inhaled the last of her cocoa...
"Finished?"
Sarah nodded and he gently took it from her and set it on the little table, then pulled the blanket they'd wrapped around themselves over them and leaned on his back, tugging on her arm to follow suit. Once there her breath was taken away again by the shear volume of stars!
She shivered, but didn't want to peel her eyes from such a gorgeous sight.
"Are you cold, Sarah?"
She nodded,"But I don't want to go anywhere!"
"Well then, I wouldn't be much of a gentleman if I didn't try and warm you up, now would I?"
Then before Sarah knew it, his hand darted under the blanket and tickled her stomach ruthlessly...
"NOoooohohoho! HA!HEE!HEE!HEE!STOHAHAHAP!"
But his fingers once again felt as if there was nothing between them and her soft skin that was now goosspimply from the cold. And they were relentless...going from her tummy to her sides to her armpits, to her thighs, and back up to her tummy again...
Then they found The Spot. That unbearable spot that she had successfully kept her boyfriends from ever finding before...that oh so very unlikely spot just behind her sides near her lower back that when squeezed sent her into instant spasams of escalating silent laughter!
"EEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!HEE!HEE!HEE!NOOOOoooooHOHOHO!PLEE HEEHEESENOOOoooo!!!"
But he kept it up, moving from there back to ehr armpits to her tender tummy to her thighs and back again to that spot...
"Oh! So you didn't think I'd find this little ticklish secret of yours, did you, my darling Sarah?" His torqouise eyes were really sparkling now,"You better tell me if there are any other little weaknesses of yours, dear girl, or if I discover that you omitted informing me of such a delightful weakness, I shall have to set about studying it as much as possible!"
Maybe it was his teasing, or maybe it was the tickling, or maybe it was being under the stars, or the cold air was getting to her, but she suddenly felt lightheaded and giddy...she reached up and kissed him, her laughs bubbling up between her full lipsand flooding directly into hsi mouth...and it was then she realized he seemed to be drinking the laughter in, like wine, his cheeks took on a pinkish glow and his eyes seemed even brighter than before! He didn't pull away from her kiss, but his hands kept flying across her skin, tickling and tickling, till she found her skin yearning for his touch, felt the laughter building in almost pleasurable waves, flowing from her into him...she began to even feel aroused, to desire this man, this man whom she couldn't kiss enough, feel enough...this man who..she didn't even know the name of...
"Wa..heyheyait! HEE!HEE!I-I-I dohohohon't even knohohoh your naheyheyame!..."She managed to squeal out from in between the flowing streams of laughter that had taken over her whole body.
"Oh, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah..."She heard his soft deep voice sigh, his breath warm against her lips,"I'm your Jester. I'm simply here to make you laugh, sweet Sarah. I'm here to make you laugh and laugh and laugh with life, my darling Sarah!"
And laugh she did. She laughed as she felt his fingers gently caressing her stomach, she laughed as she felt them dig into her sides, she laughed as she felt him move his fignertips oh so unbearably across her breasts down to the little cave between them and her armpits, she laughed shen she felt him squeezing her arms and the tops of her thighs, and she laughed when she felt him tickle her to maddness inside her legs, tickling relentlessly up until his hands were just outside her most personal place...then just as she was becomming devastatingly aroused, she felt his hands squeeze just inside her legs making her moans of pleasure escalate into squeals of laughter again!
She giggled and sighed and moaned and laughed and squealed and begged for what seemed like an eternity, all the while, never wanting the moment to end, never wanting to be anywhere but beneath the stars, never wanting to be anywhere but a giggling mess under his hands, never wanting to stop the kiss that seemed to be feeding him with her laughter...she even fought it when her laughter seemed far away to her, "Oh, no, no, no! Don't let it end!" She pleaded in her head, unable to get the words out from between her body's frantic gasps for air. But her body must have won, as the lightheadness grew and she could barely make out anything as she began to pass out. the last thing she saw were his torqouise eyes that seemed to simply be another pair of stars, just another splended part of the sky above them...
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Sarah first smelled something wonderful. "MMMmmmm", I wodner what that could be?" The scent became stronger and more alluring, making her stomach growl. It was the growl that finally did it. she sat up with a start and realized she'd been curled up under a blanket on her new couch next to a roaring fireplace. She sniffed the air again and inhaled the scent of mesquite wood...
The stanger! She must have dozed off on the roof and he'd carried her back to the house! She had to find him...thank him...demand his name...
"I see your finally up, my darling Sarah!"
His voice made her heart beat faster and her stomach exchange hunger for butterflies, but only for a moment as she saw him carrying in a tray with steaming stew.
"How long have I been asleep?" She asked as he placed it in her lap and sat beside her with his own bowl.
"Oh, I'd say for a few hours at least. But don't worry, the stew only got better for it, and I had time to run to the corner store and get a few things we needed."
Sarah couldn't eat fast enough,"Like what?" she asked between spoonfuls of the savory brew.
"Like, this cider, for example." He poured her a cup, handed her some freshly baked bread, and winked, "But most importantly, I got the most sacred part of the meal."
"What?"
"Oh come on, Love, have I let you down yet?"
Sarah smiled, sipping the cider and watching the flickering golden flames dance in the fireplace. She just sat there and enjoyed his company, thinking of how boring everything would have been if she hadn't met him. She was posittively beaming, as he gave her seconds and thirds of the delicious stew. The fresh baked bread was even better, and the house smelled divine.
He snuggled next to her and every now and then gave her a ticklish poke, his smile growing with delight each time it produced a giggle from her throat.
Sometimes, she even marveled at how it seemed as if he derived more nourishment from her laughter than from the food he'd so dedicatedly prepared...
"Ready for desert?"
She woke from her reverie to see him holding two wire hangers and was just about to think he was insane after all when he produced a bowl of marshmellows and started juggling them,"Which one do you want Sarah?"
She laughed and pointed at one that he immediately caught with one hand while catching the others back in the bowl. He speared it and stuck it in the fireplace. "Why don't you pop into the kitchen and grab the grahm crackers and chocolate?" he winked.
Sarah eagerly jumped up and practically skipped into the kitchen. She looked around at everything...he'd already cleaned up...amazing. So she went into the pantry and was reaching up to grab the marshmellows when she realized she'd grabbed a plastic bag instead. She looked down at it and saw something that made her freeze in her tracks.
There, in the bag was an old black and white picture with torn edges. the photo was wrinkled, but the face was plain to see. It was the stranger, in every way. His hair cut, his clothes that had always seemed a little too formal somehow, his sparkling eyes. She pulled the photo out and looked at the back. It was dated: "Geoffrey Mansfield 1899".
This wasn't possible! Could she actually be falling in love with a ghost?
"I wanted to tell you, Sarah. But I was afraid you wouldn't give me a chance." She heard his voice from across the room, where he stood holding the now perfectly cooked marshmellow on the end of the hanger,"I fell in love with you that day when you told me how you dreamed of traveling wherever and whenever you wanted, baking chocolate chip cookies at midnight, going skinny dipping in the pool at outragous times of the night, camping out on the roof just to see the stars. You're my dream girl 108 years too late. But then, I realized that if I could get you to laugh, if you could feed me your joy, that energy could let me live by your side until you're ready to live by my side whenever that should happen. I can make you ecstatically happy, Sarah! You know I can!"
Sarah was shaking with fear, yet he seemed so sincere! "You've been feeding off of me?"
"Sarah, you make me sound like a parasite. It's not like that and you know it. I can be everything you want! I can read your heart, I can see what your deepest dreams and desires are, and I can be that for you. I want to be that for you, sweet Sarah, my love! I want to seduce every breath you take! I want to make your life into the kind of happiness people only dream of!" He took a step closer to her and set down the marshmellow, his palms up to her in a look of utter helplessness.
"But I need someone who is alive!"
He took a tentative step closer to her,"Do you really, Sarah? You told me when we first met that you liked the idea of never marrying. You said you liked the 'quiet life'. You said you 'liked the freedom that comes from living alone'. But I can ignite that life for you, Sarah. I can make sure that your life is never so quiet that you miss laughing!"
Sarah stood there for a moment, absorbing her own words being tossed back at her. She'd never been so happy as she was with him, with Geoffrey, now that she knew his name. But their 24 hour rendevous had made her consider having a lover in her life. Heck she didn't even know if he was capable...
"I can assure you that I am more than capable with fulfilling all sorts of needs or desires you might have, Sarah, darling." His voice was deep, sure of itself and believable. His lips curled into a smirk that made her heart beat faster for a reason other than fear,"Even those that you may not yet be aware of yet, my Love. In fact, I would very much enjoy helping you to explore all sorts of hidden desires."
In spite of her fear, she had to admit he was tempting...but perhaps she should "comparison shop" first. Perhaps she should look around and see if any living men could measure up...
She snapped out of her daze to find him staring at her with a flushed passionate look in his eyes when it suddenly occured to her that he'd been reading her thoughts!
But he merely smiled at her like a wolf hunting its prey, a look of pure desire in his eyes,"I can take a little competition, Sarah. I'm not worried about that. But I do feel sorry for the poor fellas, as they could never compare to what I'm about to do to you!"
And with that he disapeared.
Sarah nervously set the photos she'd been clutching down on to the table, and looked around.
"Gef-Gef-Geoffrry?"
"Oh, I'm here, Sarah. Don't you worry about that, darling. You just can't see me when I begin my little game..." his voice sounded like it was right next to her left ear, deep and seductive.
She turned slowly around and began to back out of the kitchen. She kept backing up to the stairs and then went into an all out sprint up them to her room and locked the door. Part of her was terrified. Part of her was exhilerated. She sat on her bed, then she began to pack, then she sat on her bed, then she thought about checking into a hotel, then she packed some more and climbed into bed. Then her adamant streak came out in spite of herself...
"Okay, Geoffrey Mansfield. If you want me to live with a ghost as my lover for life, you better show me what you've got!"
It was then that she heard his chuckle as if it were coming from all around her. Then she felt it. The tiniest stroke across the toes of her bare feet...
Sara instinctively jerked her feet up under her and sat up in the dark, holding her sheets around her as if they could ward him off.
"Ohhhh Sarah, Sarah, Sarah...", she heard him singing first next to one ear then the other then behind her then just as she was about to let our a scream in fear she felt his hands suddenly attack her tender tummy, light titilating strokes ticklign relentlessly all around the outer sides, but steadily, ruthlessly, instensly working their way inwards towards her belly button as if her were painting an undualting spiral of sensation leading to her center...
"NOOOoooooohohoho!Ge-hehe-efferyheeheeheee!STAAAAAP! Puh-leaheeheeheeheese!Hee! Hee!Ha!Ha!Noooohohohoho morrrrre!"
"What's that my darling, Sarah? More? You want more?", he teased her in a deep voice, "Well, not to worry my Love, there is plenty more for you! After all we have all night for this, and all tommorrow too! Oh! and don't forget, I don't require rest!"
Sarah was laughing so hard her voice was barely audible. She tried curling up into a ball with the sheets around her, ANYTHING to protect her sensitive stomach, but to her horror she realized his hands could penetrate right through her sheets, right through her knees, right through her t-shirt, right to her sensitive skin underneath! She had never felt so vulnerable...
"That's right, my darling Sarah, my beautiful Love! There is nothing you can do to keep my fingers from tickling you, so you minus well give in...."
Sara realized he was right, it was an act of futility to try and protect herself, and she needed her energy to endure the tickling sensations as they increased. Giggling with tears running down her burning cheeks, she let her knees drop down, closed her eyes and began to let herself relax, trying to "escape" in her mind, as if in meditation...
"Oh no you don't, Love! You are going to stay here with me!" She heard his voice cut through her mental escape like a hook catching her and pulling her consciousness back with a thundering speed towards him. And at that moment his fingers found her belly button making her squeal and her eyes pop open wide. She pushed frantically against the probing tickling finger that wasn't even there and laughed and laughed, trying to turn over in spite of the invisible weight of his body on top of hers, and when she finally did, she gasped to see that she was hovering six feet above her bed!
Sarah instinctively tried to grab onto something and felt herself grab onto him for the first time since the begining of her ordeal, she spun her head around to find him appearing solid as before and holding her in return, a look of loving adoration on his face. There was something about it that made her fear pause.
"My darling Sarah, this experience doesn't have to be something you fear, I don't have to be something you fear. Just play with me as we did before, let my fingers tease your flesh as I did before. Just giggle for me, Sarah.", he nuzzled his face next to her neck and peppered it with tiny kisses making her giggle in spite of herself,"That's right, my Love. Just let me hear your laughter, let me play your skin like music...BE my instrument, Sarah!"
She felt his breath warm against her neck, as if he were indeed alive. Oh God! He was breathing right on that errongenous spot all women secretly possess...how did he know?
She heard him chuckling next to her ear, "Women were made the same way 108 years ago, my Love. If I'm anything to wonder about, its my memory of them. But then, I have always loved women and their laughter...in fact, you might consider me a spirit haunting women's laughter itself! But that's not all I'm after now, is it Sarah?"
With that she felt his hands go from tickling her tender tummy to scampering across her goose bumped skin towards her underarms which sent her shrieking with laughter again. She twisted and turned her body, no longer caring that she would fall six feet down should he lose his grip on her, but her stuggling was in vain as she realized with shock that she now felt his hands silmultanously on her sides and under her armpits!
"WHA-?NOOOOoooohohoho!AAAhhhheeheeeheheeeheee!"
But his fingers kept comming from side to side now, in a zigzag from her armpits to her breasts where he paid speacial attention to how they made her squeal for other reasons...down to her stomach...and yet she still felt them under her armpits and on her sides....he was still creating new excrutiating tickling sensations, but not letting any of the original ones die!
"That's right, Sarah, my love.", he crooned against her neck again, making her lose her breath for another reason entirely,"I can have as many hands as I want. I can even choose which ones, if any, I'll let you see comming! Just consider it a little perk for those of us on the other side of life!"
Then, as if to illustrate his point, she felt his fingers tickling the sensitive flesh from the underside of her wrists up to her armpits, then down her sides, down and around her thighs and down, down, down steadily to her ankles...but then the tickling decreased in intensity, yet covered every part of her body except for her ankles down...it felt almost plearsurable, making her close her eyes and moan in between her incessant giggling...
"You know what happens now don't you, Sarah?" she heard his voice whisper in both her ears at once, sending shivers of anticipation down her spine right towards the soft soles of her feet.
Sarah's eyes shot open with a start,"OH GOD! OH NO! NOT THAT! ANYTHING BUT THAT! NO! PLEASE! NO! NOT MY FEET!"
He trailed what felt like a single solitary finger around each outside ankle,"What did you say, my Love?"
But the tiny strokes were already driving her mad with laughter."NOOOOOOOOooooooooo! Puh-leeheeheeheeeheeese! Nahahahahat my feeheeheeheet!"
He was now trailing another finger on the inside of both ankles, "I didn't catch that?"
"NAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MY FEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEET!"
He now began tickling the tops of her feet in earnest sending her into spasmodic laughter,"I'm still unsure of what you are trying to communicate my Love. It seems you need to enunciate more if you wish for me to understand you, darling."
"NO!NO!NOOOooohohohoho! NAHAHAHAHAHAT MY FEEHEEHEEEHEEEEEEHEEHEEHEEET! ICAN"TTAKEIT!HEEHEEHEEHAHAHAHEEHEESTAAAHAHAHAP!PLUHUHUHEEHEE HEEEEESE!"
"Hmmm. It seems to me that the only thing I could gather from that impassioned oration is 'feet'. So you would like me to tickle your feet, is that it, Darling?"
This time Sarah couldn't do anything but give into the throws of silent screams and laughter as she felt his fingers move towards the edges of her soles and tickle from the outside in, just like he had done with her stomach earlier...knowing the pattern of what was to come made it worse, as knowing made the tender skin on her bare feet even more sensitive with anticipation...
"That's the idea my Darling!"she heard him whisper in a voice that made her entertain erotic thoughts in spite of herself...
"Oh really? Is that what you want? Sarah, all you had to do was ask. But then that wouldn't have been as fun for either of us would it?"
Oh No! He'd seen into her mind's reaction! He knew what she craved!
"I've always known, Sarah. I knew that day you got flustered telling me about the life you hoped to enjoy. I kept hearing your thoughts after you stopped talking. I knew then that part of you would like what I've wanted to do to a woman for over a century, Sarah. I knew it then, just as I know now that you CRAVE being tickled now."
"NONONONO!"
Suddenly his face appeared just inches from hers, she could even feel his warm breath against her own lips,"Think about what you're saying Sarah, my Love. If you don't admit to me that you want this, YOU will be the one who feels the consequences."
In that moment she felt the tickling increase across her whole body, even across her breasts and just inside her thighs and across her mound, teasing instensely, making her moan again between her onslaughts of breathless laughter.
"Tell me you want this, Sarah. Tell me you want to release yourself to me, and I won't disappoint you."
But Sarah's pride made her fight her instinctive drive to give in, she would take care of her craving later when he wasn't around...
He gave her an amused grin, the kind that made her heart race, and leaned into her even more,"Don't make me have to make the craving worse, darling. I KNOW you are going insane with desire already, Sarah. Don't deny me the energy of such a release. Admit you need me, darling, or I will have to make it much much worse, my Love."
Sarah felt a pang of anger and determination at his words and swallowed her laughter long enough to glare back into those oh so devastatingly mocking torquise eyes of his," Very well, Geoffrey Mansfield. Do your damndest!"
To her shock his grin burst into gales of laughter,"I was hoping you'd dare me, Sarah! I just didn't expect it to be so soon!"
She felt it then. The tickling attacked her feet ruthlessly pursuign every wrinkle, every space in between her toes, on top of her feet and under, up and around her legs, spiraling up and up and up until his fingers were dancing aroudn the outside of her most private part, tickling and tickling, as if his hands were tinkering with a lock, then just when she thought she was begining to get a handle of it, the tickling went deeper and made her laughter grow into a crazed frenzy. Her hands moved frantically to push the fingers her mind knew weren't there, but she couldn't control herself anymore. She felt the fingers as if they were tickling just outside her inside walls, and then gasped as they moved deeper in, all the while making her laugh and laugh and laugh while thrusting with helpless abonadon. She felt her craving growing with each tickling sensation, each unavoidable incredible stroking. But if she got too close to release, she'd feel his fingers in her armpits, or underneath her arches or around her breasts, yet never letting her go, never letting her catch her breath for a second...
'Still think you can deny this, my beautiful Sarah? Still think you can keep from admiting you're mine, my Love?"
Then suddenly she felt her body lowered gently back onto her bed, and no longer felt any hands holding her still, but the tickling sensations continued relentlessly probing every ounce of her now overly sensitized skin. She lay there squirming helplessly on the covers, giggling endlessly, held down not by any force other than what she now felt within.
"NOOOooohohohoho!PLEEHEEHEEHEEHEESE!MAKEITSTAAHAHAHAP!"
He stood at the foot of her bed, looking down at her with a patient, loving look in his eyes, "I'm not holding you anymore, Sarah. You are free to go whenever you want. But when you decide to give into the craving that will continue to grow inside of you, you need only admit that you need me, my Darling, and I will release you. The key to your release is in your hands."
Every ounce of Sarah's physical being pleaded with her mind to give in. But she knew if she did she would have given her freedom to a ghost. So she pushed herself up, ignoring the agonizing pleasure in between her legs and walked to the door of the room. She reached out to take the doorknob...
He appeared leaning beside the door, his arms crossed and shaking his head, as if to a little girl,"Don't do it, Sarah. It will only make things more unbearable for you if you do this, my Love."
But Sarah turned the knob, and even as she pulled the door open the pleasurable craving grew to new heights, making her fall to her knees in the doorway and almost come to the point of orgasm but then she let out a cry when she felt his fingers ruthlessly tickling her feet, once again denying her release...
"NOOOOOOHOHOHOHOOOO!"
He was above her again,"It will be like this until you give yourself to me my Love, my darling Sarah! Or it can be more delectible than even your greatest imaginings!"
Sarah realized in that moment that he had reached into the depths of her wildest erotic fantasies and morphed one into a reality they were sharing. No one had ever known how much she'd craved this kind of domination, this kind of torturous tickling and excrutiating denial of her desperate desire for release...
Geoffrey Mansfield smiled down into her eyes, "That's right, Sarah. I'm not the devil. I'm just a devil when it comes to loving the woman I adore! Now, what will it be? shall you give into me right here in the doorway? Or perhaps you want to attempt to get all the way down the hallway? I should warn you however, that I won't allow you to make it to the stairs, as I don't want you to fall down.",he winked,"That's right, Sarah. I could have broken you at any time. I just enjoy seeing a beautiful woman put up a good fight!"
Sarah felt a swell of adoration for him in that moment, but she was determined to make it to the stairs all the same. Although she could barely think on anything else besides the fire between her legs alternating with the incessant tickling across her entire body, she made a crazed dash for the end of the hallway, falling every so many times as he increased the tickling in her armpits, then her sides, then her stomach, and ruthlessly attacking the bottoms of her feet each time she fell onto her knees. When she was only feet from the edge of the stairs she leapt, not even caring that she might injure herself...
"SARAH!" She heard him cry out as she went sailingover the first few stairs. She clinched her eyes shut and relaxed, waiting for the inevitable crunch of her body on the stairs below, but the fall seemed to keep coming, until finally she opened her eyes to discover her was holding her, hovering over the staircase, looking down at her face,
"Don't you EVER try and do that to me again, Sarah! I haven't waited 108 years to find the woman of my dreams to lose her like that!" , he looked imploringly into her eyes, "Choose life with me, Sarah. Give your deepest most erotic yearnings, your most playful adventures, your most ticklish secrets to me for us to share in, my darling Love! Haven't I proven that you won't regret giving your self to me?"
It was Sarah's turn to smirk back up at her adoring ghost,"I don't know, Mr. Mansfield. Have you?"
His pleading face turned into a huge grin, "My darling, you haven't seen anything yet!"
His hands attacked her once more, even more visciously than before, his fingers tickling in a supernatural speed across her skin and inside her, making her alternate screaming with laughter and then for release again and again, her hands grasping for something, ANYTHING to grab onto as they tumbled around and around above the stair case. Finally she came in great waves of pleasure that were punctuated by spasmodic laughter, each pleasurable wave also creatign ticklish sensations deep inside. Once more they kissed passionately and he drank greedily from her lips that were spilling over in an endless stream of laughter.
Finally he carried her giggling quivering body down to the living room once more, letting her see the fireplace ignite itself under his direction, and gently placing her on the couch. He let her see him make the blanket float over in the air and fall perfectly over her shoulders, and kissed her cheek where she slept, cuddled up in his arms for hours as he smiled down upon her...
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Sarah awoke to the smell of roasting marshmellows and couldn't help but smile at the sight of Geoffrey beside the fire, making smores.
"Wow! Look whose awake!", he winked at her,"I had no idea climbing the tree out back would tire you so much!"
She sat up and wrinkled her nose at him,"Don't even try it. It wasn't a dream. I know you're a ghost!"
He tilted his head at her, wrinkling his brow,"Do you have some kind of problem I should be aware of, Miss Steinheart?"
Sarah's brows shot up, had she dreamed it all? Was she making an utter fool of herself?
"Here, have a smore." he put one on a plate and extended it out towards her a good five feet from her reach.
Sarah's heart dropped as she fumbled with her blanket and began to get up to get it when the plate levitated over to her and she looked up at him to find him smirking at her,"Nevermind me. I just like to tease pretty girls!"
"Oh, Geoffrey! You almost made me think I was going insane! You are SO dead!" Sarah tossed the smore aside, not caring for the first time in her life that the carpet was new and expensive and tossed a pillow at him.
Geoffrey laughed and let her get him, then smiled back mockingly, "You are SO right my darling girl! And we BOTH know what that means for you!"He winked and disapeared then reappeared behind her where he tickled her sides until she fell back onto the couch, eager to recieve his embrace and deliver an ocean of laughter into his hungry lips!
They continued like that, with him tickling her and her egging him on for hours, equally eager to play, both of them completly unaware that the next day's light had begun to come over the horizon, or that old stuck up Mrs. Albertson had ventured by to check up on things and was about to knock on the front door when she heard Sarah's moans and screams and pleas for mercy and the sound of a deep male voice chuckling.
Horrified, she scuttteled away from the front door as fast as her heels could take her. But once getting to the curb, she sneered at the haunted house and the occupant inside, assuming Sarah must be shrieking from terror,"Hmmph. Serves that Miss Steinheart right, trying to buy that old house!"
Word soon got around, thanks to the little town's gossip that Mansfield manor was haunted, and the bravest kids would sneak up to the door late at night to hear the screams. But the thing no one could ever figure out was why would the young lady be laughing? They figured the spirit of Mr. Mansfield had driven her mad.
Sarah and Geoffrey let them think it. He revealed the hiding place of his fortune to her, and she never leased the house. Word was she traveled with a handsome companion with amazing torquise eyes. But no one in the little town of Hillview ever saw him.
Or so the big bronze plaque placed in front of the old mansion turned apartmnent complex said.
Sarah didn't really care, noting its presence with barely a glance as she carried the last of her belongings up the old rickety stairs and into her new room at the end of the second floor hallway.
The local historical society had finally caved in after almost two years of legal battles. In fact Sarah had almost given up the whole idea until frustrated, she'd driven over to the delapitated, once grand, home with its pealing paint and ivy crowded porch steps and stood in front of it, trying to imagine it in its grand heyday while muttering to herself....
"Oh, why should I try to fight for you so much! Why do you seem to be 'home' to me?"
"Careful there, lady, or the folks around here will start thinking your missing your marbles!"
She'd spun around then to see two torqouise eyes looking back at her, "Wha-I mean who are you?"
The young man merely winked at her,"I reckon that's what the folks around here are wondering about you, miss. Why are you fighting so hard to own Mansfield Manor?"
Sarah sighed,"When I look at it, it just seems like 'home'
I guess. I've never felt like I've ever had a real solid place of my own before. But when I saw this place, it seemed so...so right."
The man had nodded,"I can certainlly understand that. She was a beauty in her day, that's for sure. But you're a young lady starting out in life, how can you afford to keep her?"
"My father left me some money when he passed away. My mother died when I was too little to know her, so I got the modest fortune to myself. Its not enough for me to live on forever, but its enough to let me purchase this place, renovate it, and keep it going so long as I sumpliment it with the income I can make from leasing out the individual rooms as small appartments."
"I see. And what would you do should you marry?"
Sarah laughed outloud. "You sound like my father! but no, I don't plan on it. I'm finishing up my doctorate in psychology and plan to eventually set up a small practice here in Hillview. I like the quiet life." She instinctively grabed one of her strands of red hair and twisted it around her finger,"Besides, I like the freedom that comes from living alone. I can travel wherever and whenever I want, bake chocolate chip cookies at midnight, go skinny dipping in the pool at outragous times of the night, camp out on the roof just to see the stars..." she'd stopped, biting her lip in mid sentence, her cheeks turning bright red as she realized she'd just daydreamed outloud in front of a perfect stranger.
But he'd only smiled warmly at her,"Don't be embarresed miss. I think the former owner of this old house would welcome you with open arms into his house were he still living today. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if your luck were to turn around soon..."
"SARAH! MISS STEINHEART, JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING HERE!" A loud woman's voice had interupted the stranger's soothign words. Sarah had looked up with a groan to see Nancy Albertson, the President of the Hillview Historical Society standing in her sundress and gardening gloves glaring at her. The woman had been her unrelenting archnemisis for over a year and showed no signs of stopping. Mrs. Albertson stomped as fast as her heels could trott across the muddy earth towards Sarah, her eyes glaring, her lips turned down in a determined frown, when suddenly she had come to a dead stop...
"Good afternoon, Nancy! I hope you're not here to cause trouble for Miss Steinheart here. She only wants to return Mansfield Manor to some semblence of its former glory and we both know that would have only made Mr. Mansfield a happy man, don't we?"
The woman hadn't even answered the stranger. instead she had nodded "yes" like crazey and ran off.
"Mrs. Albertson?" Sarah was about to go after the woman to see if she was alright, when it occured to her that she had never once really looked at the stranger, and now owed him a thanks for getting rid of her two year walking talking headache...but he was no where to be seen.
Sarah stetched out her tired limbs across her bed, reflecting on how odd that day had had been. The next day she'd recieved a letter from the Hillview Historical Society announcing its full support for her renovations and proposed new usage of the old home. So much to do, but tonight all she wanted to do was sleep. She watched the last of the daylight play against the cieling, noted the need for curtains, and turned out the light...
The next morning Sarah woke to hear a tiny tapping at her window. "Squirls", she muttered to herself and turned over, but the sound continued. Finally she realkized someone was tossing little stones against her window. "Don't tell me Mrs. Albertson is back..."She mumbled to herself as she peered down to see the stranger looking back up at her, his torquoise eyes shining. no wonder they were the only feature she'd remembered!
He was holding a basket in one hand and flowers in another,"Housewarming gift for Miss-soon-to-be-doctor-Steinheart!" he shouted up at her. Sarah wasn't really wanting company today, but she smiled in spite of herself at the sweetness behind the gesture, "Okay! I'll be right down!"
"No need miss! I'm a full service delivery professional. I get paid to deliver the goods to you!"
Before Sarah could protest the stranger was climbing up the ivy to her window, flowers in his teeth, basket handle looped over his right arm!
She quickly opened the window and pulled on her robe just as he was throwing a leg over the sill. She could smell the fresh baked scent of...oh! It couldn't be....as if to read her mind the stranger opened the basket to reveal fresh baked chocolate chip cookies.
Sarah laughed outloud,'I can't believe you remembered!"
"That's not all I know about you, Sarah, darling!" the stranger winked at her and handed her a boqauet of wildflowers. She reached out to take them when suddenly he twisted them around to brush against her neck, causing her to giggle outloud,"See? Now I also know that you're ticklish!"
Sarah's eyes grew wide when she heard him say those words so casually, and she found herself stamering, trying to gain some degree of control over the situation,"I'm sorry, but i don't even know your name..."
The stranger's smile grew wider, in fact it seemed as if his smile were an extension of the sunrise's warm rays entering the room,"Well, Sarah, you never asked. But how about you nibble on these for a while and relax while I go downstairs and try and make myself useful. Then, when you're ready, and properly attired, not that I mind your current attire at all that is, you can come down and we can handle introductions then."
Sarah felt immediately embaressed that she had been sitting around in her neglicee and robe and nodded as he took a playful bow and closed the door behind him calling out from down the hall,"Besides, I have a favorite spot down by the river that I'd love to share with you over lunch since you're thinking of making Hillview your home!"
Sarah munched on the cookies, growing anxious thinking about the work that needed to get done. She began to ridicule herself for getting sidetracked by a cute guy's charm when she needed to be dealing with brass taxes. She hurrried about brushing her teeth and getting dressed, to the point that she was running down the hall way thinking to herself how crazy she was for letting a perfect stranger into her new home whom she still didn't know the name of when she almost ran smack into him in the kitchen, "Now you listen here, whoever you are. I don't even know you! I need you to leave..."
"But Sarah, we could have so much fun together! All those things you said you want to do...camping out on the rooftop, baking cookies at midnight, I love to do those things too, Sarah! And besides, for all your statements about being free...free to travel...free to come and go as you please...you aren't free, Sarah, you'll never be free until you allow yourself to recieve what I can give you!"
"And just what is that?"
"Laughter, Sarah! You need to laugh! You need to fill the halls of this house with the sound of your beautiful laughter, and then it will be your home!"
Sarah sat up in bed with a start. Had she dreamed the whole thing? She looked down at herself and saw cookie crumbs. Then she looked over at the clock and couldn't believe her eyes...it was 2:30pm! Oh no! She ahd fallen asleep eating cookies and the stranger had either been waiting for her or doing goodness only knows what in her new home...
She pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, pulled her red locks into a pony tail, brushed her teeth and ran down the hallway towards the stairs. But wait! The new carpet was already laid out in the hall and centered down the stairs...the banister was gleaming with polish, the old chendeliers were even shining with all their gold and crystal...the windows were washed...she slowed down and looked into one of the bedrooms: perfect polished floors, perfect freshly painted walls...she slowly went down the stairs, her bare feet feeling the clean wooden floors as she stepped into the entranceway. The new wallpaper had been put up, the new curtain rods and curtains were perfect, even the new furniture had been taken out of their boxes, dusted and arranged better than she could have imagined it, he had mixed them in with the old abandoned furniture she'd planned to throw out. But there they were, sitting like new, like they belonged.
Sarah trod softly into the kitchen and encountered a mixture of intoxicating aromas. Her new pots and pans were on the stove, things were boiling, simmering, frying, baking...even the old bread oven had a loaf rising in it!
"Well there you are!"
Sarah spun around to see the stranger walking into the kitchen holding a basket filled with just pulled out of the earth vegetables.
"Where did all this come from?"
"Oh these?", the stranger pulled out a bunch of carrotts,"All these were still growing in the backyard. In fact, I think they're a healthier yeild than they were when the original gardner was trying to grow them!" He laughed as he washed them off in the sink and proceeded to chop them up and dump them in the boiling pot.
Sarah just stood there, jaw hanging open.
The stranger washed some potatoes and tossed them at her,"Here, mind helping out with peeling? It's going to get cold tonight, so we're going to want a hot meal to stay warm!"
Dumbfounded, Sarah picked up a peeler and began peeling the potatoes,"But, how did you get all this done? I mean, it's ALL done!"
He laughed,"You slept a bit longer than I anticipated, so I had the time, and put it to use."
"But this should have taken weeks to do!"
"Well, it didn't, so now you have a bunch of time of your hands, and I know just how to spend it!"
Sarah placed the potatoes down on the table and watched as he tossed them into the air over the pot and cut them into cubes before they landed into the fragrant mixture,"What do you have in mind?"
The stranger turned to her then and gave her the first serious look she'd seen cross his face,"Is your ensemble that expensive?"
"Uh, no.."
"Does it have any kind of deep meaning to you?"
"No. But why are you asking me..."
Out of nowhere the stranger tossed a handlful of powdered sugar at her. Sarah's eyebrows went up. She'd never seen an adult do such a ridiculous thing before. She began to brush herself off when he was suddenly right beside her,"Here, let me." His hands began brushing her off, but they were doing it too light and too fast, causing her to squirm a little...
"No, its okay, i can get it..."
But his hands kept brushing her off, lighter and lighter in some places, more firm, almost poking, in others...oh! God! It was begining to tickle...
"No, hehe, pleheeheese! I-I-heehee've gahhahahahat it. Reheeheelly!"
He went for it then, tickling her sides, her armpits, her stomach! She struggled to keep him away, but he was tickling her so fast it almost felt like it was like his hands were going right through her, tickling her soft tender armpits in spite of her closed up arms, her waist in spite of her frantic hands, her stomach in spite of her bent over body...
"Nohohohoho! Pleeheeheeheeheeheeese!"
He picked her up in his arms then, and carried her into the living room and tickled her poor stomach to death, soft tickling fingers stroking through her thin t-shirt, sending her into spasms of laughter...
"OH!NO!HA!HA!HA!HEE!HEE!STOHAHAHA!P!ICAN"TSTANDIT!"
Sarah was squealing louder and louder as he went from her stomach to squeezing her knees to her sides to her armpits!
"Have you guessed what my idea is yet, Sarah? Have you guessed how I'd like to spend your newly aquired free time? " He teased as he kept up the relentless tickling, his torquoise eyes twinkling, "It's called 'fun' Sarah. It's a close friend of mine. I suggest you two get aquianted." He crooned as his hands kept on flying in a flurry across her now goodbumped flesh, sending shivers of ticklish anticipation after each and every mischivious stroke.
A kettle began to squeal, and he finally stopped the relentless ticklish ordeal, leaned back on his knees and smirked down at her shaking, giggling body, "I better get that, as that would be our hot cocoa on the stove. I found your thermus, so I made a batch for us to take on our journey tonight. Then, when we come back, the stew will be ready and waiting for us. So why don't you go along and grab a coat. I'll be down here waiting. Don't keep me waiting as long as you did this morning though, unless you want me to go after these cute little feet of yours!" , he gave both of her soles a quick tickle, making her jerk them back reflexivly.
Sarah giggled in spite of her usual structured personality and found herself racing up the stairs after her coat with the kind of ecstatic abandon usually reserved for kids on holidays!
When she returned downstairs he was already in his coat, with a backpack containing the thermus slung over his right shoulder. He put his free arm over her as naturally as if they'd known each other all their lives and led her out into the pearlecent banks of snow.
Together they walked around the back of the house until they found a sturdy oak tree.
"Alright, my Lady" he winked,"Let's see how well you can climb!"
"What? You've got to be kidding..."
"Stop. Just stop right there with the practical Sarah and let the one whose up for adventure follow me up ths tree. I promise you it won't be practical. I garauntee it won't serve any purpose other than fully living in this moment. But," he paused, "I give you my word you'll be happy you did it!" And with that, he was off an up the tree.
Sarah stood there for a while, watching him slowly disapear up and up into the snowy limbs, wondering how she got herself into such a crazy situation with...with...Oh! She still didn't know his name! That did it. She was off and climbing up the darn tree with every determined bone in her body. "At least, he won't be able to get away easily and I can finally pin him down and get his name!" she mumbled to herself with each tree branch, twig, and rough bark that snaged her clothes on the way up. She kept telling herself to repeat her intention, as she realized she always forgot to ask whenever she was near him...
"Sarah! Over here!"
She heard his voice and saw that suspended between the tree and her rooftop was a short zip line leading to the place where he was waiting. Amid the snow covered roof were roses...roses everywhere standing out against the snow like splashes in a Jackson Pollock painting.
Steadying her nerves at the thought, she cautiously grabbed onto the swing with all her might, closed her eyes and pushed off the tree with her legs. The cold wind whipped about her face as she felt herself sliding down towards him. The speed of the line never slowed down, but his arms were open and waiting and caught her easily. Every inch of her body felt alive, each once of skin tingling with the very thought of just having flown over two stories! It wasn't until she heard him chuckling that she realized she'd been clinging to him tightly ever since landing. Embarressed, she pulled away and smoothed out her coat, straightend her hair...
"Aww, don't pull away now! I kinda like you near me, Sarah!" He pulled her back with one arm and tickled her side with his other hand.
"Oh! D-D-Don't! My skin is already too alert with being up this high!"
"Trust me." He whispered in her ear and tickled her a little more visciously, making her laugh outloud and cling to him even harder, "I've got you!"
He then led her across the snow to the middle of the rooftop where candles had been set out and lit on top of small stone piles surrounding a thick blanket that had a small low table in the middle with two steaming hot cups of cocoa. Next to them was a small ceramic fireplace burning with mesquite wood. Around its little chimney was a big red bow.
"Hope you'll get a lot of enjoyment out of your housewarming present!" He sat down in front and gestured proudly at it. Speechless, Sarah nodded and sat beside him, enjoying the warmth of the small fire and sipping the cocoa.
He brushed her hair out of her face, pulled another blanket over both of them and pointed out through the snow towards the lake where the moon was now directly above, making it look like a splash of liquid silver on the horizon.
"Now this is how to fall in love with Hillview."
Sarah let out a small gasp as she saw the incredible expanse of the land, as if for the first time, in the moonlight. She sipped her cocoa and for the first time stopped questioning about why she was doing something so unpredictable, as suddenly the dreary day to day tasks seemed like the most impractical aspects of living and breathing the cool crisp air, seeing her breath turn into a little cloud and watching it rise up into a star filled sky seemed like the most important thing she could ever be doing with her life.
She nestled closer to the stranger, closer to the fire, and inhaled the last of her cocoa...
"Finished?"
Sarah nodded and he gently took it from her and set it on the little table, then pulled the blanket they'd wrapped around themselves over them and leaned on his back, tugging on her arm to follow suit. Once there her breath was taken away again by the shear volume of stars!
She shivered, but didn't want to peel her eyes from such a gorgeous sight.
"Are you cold, Sarah?"
She nodded,"But I don't want to go anywhere!"
"Well then, I wouldn't be much of a gentleman if I didn't try and warm you up, now would I?"
Then before Sarah knew it, his hand darted under the blanket and tickled her stomach ruthlessly...
"NOoooohohoho! HA!HEE!HEE!HEE!STOHAHAHAP!"
But his fingers once again felt as if there was nothing between them and her soft skin that was now goosspimply from the cold. And they were relentless...going from her tummy to her sides to her armpits, to her thighs, and back up to her tummy again...
Then they found The Spot. That unbearable spot that she had successfully kept her boyfriends from ever finding before...that oh so very unlikely spot just behind her sides near her lower back that when squeezed sent her into instant spasams of escalating silent laughter!
"EEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!HEE!HEE!HEE!NOOOOoooooHOHOHO!PLEE HEEHEESENOOOoooo!!!"
But he kept it up, moving from there back to ehr armpits to her tender tummy to her thighs and back again to that spot...
"Oh! So you didn't think I'd find this little ticklish secret of yours, did you, my darling Sarah?" His torqouise eyes were really sparkling now,"You better tell me if there are any other little weaknesses of yours, dear girl, or if I discover that you omitted informing me of such a delightful weakness, I shall have to set about studying it as much as possible!"
Maybe it was his teasing, or maybe it was the tickling, or maybe it was being under the stars, or the cold air was getting to her, but she suddenly felt lightheaded and giddy...she reached up and kissed him, her laughs bubbling up between her full lipsand flooding directly into hsi mouth...and it was then she realized he seemed to be drinking the laughter in, like wine, his cheeks took on a pinkish glow and his eyes seemed even brighter than before! He didn't pull away from her kiss, but his hands kept flying across her skin, tickling and tickling, till she found her skin yearning for his touch, felt the laughter building in almost pleasurable waves, flowing from her into him...she began to even feel aroused, to desire this man, this man whom she couldn't kiss enough, feel enough...this man who..she didn't even know the name of...
"Wa..heyheyait! HEE!HEE!I-I-I dohohohon't even knohohoh your naheyheyame!..."She managed to squeal out from in between the flowing streams of laughter that had taken over her whole body.
"Oh, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah..."She heard his soft deep voice sigh, his breath warm against her lips,"I'm your Jester. I'm simply here to make you laugh, sweet Sarah. I'm here to make you laugh and laugh and laugh with life, my darling Sarah!"
And laugh she did. She laughed as she felt his fingers gently caressing her stomach, she laughed as she felt them dig into her sides, she laughed as she felt him move his fignertips oh so unbearably across her breasts down to the little cave between them and her armpits, she laughed shen she felt him squeezing her arms and the tops of her thighs, and she laughed when she felt him tickle her to maddness inside her legs, tickling relentlessly up until his hands were just outside her most personal place...then just as she was becomming devastatingly aroused, she felt his hands squeeze just inside her legs making her moans of pleasure escalate into squeals of laughter again!
She giggled and sighed and moaned and laughed and squealed and begged for what seemed like an eternity, all the while, never wanting the moment to end, never wanting to be anywhere but beneath the stars, never wanting to be anywhere but a giggling mess under his hands, never wanting to stop the kiss that seemed to be feeding him with her laughter...she even fought it when her laughter seemed far away to her, "Oh, no, no, no! Don't let it end!" She pleaded in her head, unable to get the words out from between her body's frantic gasps for air. But her body must have won, as the lightheadness grew and she could barely make out anything as she began to pass out. the last thing she saw were his torqouise eyes that seemed to simply be another pair of stars, just another splended part of the sky above them...
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Sarah first smelled something wonderful. "MMMmmmm", I wodner what that could be?" The scent became stronger and more alluring, making her stomach growl. It was the growl that finally did it. she sat up with a start and realized she'd been curled up under a blanket on her new couch next to a roaring fireplace. She sniffed the air again and inhaled the scent of mesquite wood...
The stanger! She must have dozed off on the roof and he'd carried her back to the house! She had to find him...thank him...demand his name...
"I see your finally up, my darling Sarah!"
His voice made her heart beat faster and her stomach exchange hunger for butterflies, but only for a moment as she saw him carrying in a tray with steaming stew.
"How long have I been asleep?" She asked as he placed it in her lap and sat beside her with his own bowl.
"Oh, I'd say for a few hours at least. But don't worry, the stew only got better for it, and I had time to run to the corner store and get a few things we needed."
Sarah couldn't eat fast enough,"Like what?" she asked between spoonfuls of the savory brew.
"Like, this cider, for example." He poured her a cup, handed her some freshly baked bread, and winked, "But most importantly, I got the most sacred part of the meal."
"What?"
"Oh come on, Love, have I let you down yet?"
Sarah smiled, sipping the cider and watching the flickering golden flames dance in the fireplace. She just sat there and enjoyed his company, thinking of how boring everything would have been if she hadn't met him. She was posittively beaming, as he gave her seconds and thirds of the delicious stew. The fresh baked bread was even better, and the house smelled divine.
He snuggled next to her and every now and then gave her a ticklish poke, his smile growing with delight each time it produced a giggle from her throat.
Sometimes, she even marveled at how it seemed as if he derived more nourishment from her laughter than from the food he'd so dedicatedly prepared...
"Ready for desert?"
She woke from her reverie to see him holding two wire hangers and was just about to think he was insane after all when he produced a bowl of marshmellows and started juggling them,"Which one do you want Sarah?"
She laughed and pointed at one that he immediately caught with one hand while catching the others back in the bowl. He speared it and stuck it in the fireplace. "Why don't you pop into the kitchen and grab the grahm crackers and chocolate?" he winked.
Sarah eagerly jumped up and practically skipped into the kitchen. She looked around at everything...he'd already cleaned up...amazing. So she went into the pantry and was reaching up to grab the marshmellows when she realized she'd grabbed a plastic bag instead. She looked down at it and saw something that made her freeze in her tracks.
There, in the bag was an old black and white picture with torn edges. the photo was wrinkled, but the face was plain to see. It was the stranger, in every way. His hair cut, his clothes that had always seemed a little too formal somehow, his sparkling eyes. She pulled the photo out and looked at the back. It was dated: "Geoffrey Mansfield 1899".
This wasn't possible! Could she actually be falling in love with a ghost?
"I wanted to tell you, Sarah. But I was afraid you wouldn't give me a chance." She heard his voice from across the room, where he stood holding the now perfectly cooked marshmellow on the end of the hanger,"I fell in love with you that day when you told me how you dreamed of traveling wherever and whenever you wanted, baking chocolate chip cookies at midnight, going skinny dipping in the pool at outragous times of the night, camping out on the roof just to see the stars. You're my dream girl 108 years too late. But then, I realized that if I could get you to laugh, if you could feed me your joy, that energy could let me live by your side until you're ready to live by my side whenever that should happen. I can make you ecstatically happy, Sarah! You know I can!"
Sarah was shaking with fear, yet he seemed so sincere! "You've been feeding off of me?"
"Sarah, you make me sound like a parasite. It's not like that and you know it. I can be everything you want! I can read your heart, I can see what your deepest dreams and desires are, and I can be that for you. I want to be that for you, sweet Sarah, my love! I want to seduce every breath you take! I want to make your life into the kind of happiness people only dream of!" He took a step closer to her and set down the marshmellow, his palms up to her in a look of utter helplessness.
"But I need someone who is alive!"
He took a tentative step closer to her,"Do you really, Sarah? You told me when we first met that you liked the idea of never marrying. You said you liked the 'quiet life'. You said you 'liked the freedom that comes from living alone'. But I can ignite that life for you, Sarah. I can make sure that your life is never so quiet that you miss laughing!"
Sarah stood there for a moment, absorbing her own words being tossed back at her. She'd never been so happy as she was with him, with Geoffrey, now that she knew his name. But their 24 hour rendevous had made her consider having a lover in her life. Heck she didn't even know if he was capable...
"I can assure you that I am more than capable with fulfilling all sorts of needs or desires you might have, Sarah, darling." His voice was deep, sure of itself and believable. His lips curled into a smirk that made her heart beat faster for a reason other than fear,"Even those that you may not yet be aware of yet, my Love. In fact, I would very much enjoy helping you to explore all sorts of hidden desires."
In spite of her fear, she had to admit he was tempting...but perhaps she should "comparison shop" first. Perhaps she should look around and see if any living men could measure up...
She snapped out of her daze to find him staring at her with a flushed passionate look in his eyes when it suddenly occured to her that he'd been reading her thoughts!
But he merely smiled at her like a wolf hunting its prey, a look of pure desire in his eyes,"I can take a little competition, Sarah. I'm not worried about that. But I do feel sorry for the poor fellas, as they could never compare to what I'm about to do to you!"
And with that he disapeared.
Sarah nervously set the photos she'd been clutching down on to the table, and looked around.
"Gef-Gef-Geoffrry?"
"Oh, I'm here, Sarah. Don't you worry about that, darling. You just can't see me when I begin my little game..." his voice sounded like it was right next to her left ear, deep and seductive.
She turned slowly around and began to back out of the kitchen. She kept backing up to the stairs and then went into an all out sprint up them to her room and locked the door. Part of her was terrified. Part of her was exhilerated. She sat on her bed, then she began to pack, then she sat on her bed, then she thought about checking into a hotel, then she packed some more and climbed into bed. Then her adamant streak came out in spite of herself...
"Okay, Geoffrey Mansfield. If you want me to live with a ghost as my lover for life, you better show me what you've got!"
It was then that she heard his chuckle as if it were coming from all around her. Then she felt it. The tiniest stroke across the toes of her bare feet...
Sara instinctively jerked her feet up under her and sat up in the dark, holding her sheets around her as if they could ward him off.
"Ohhhh Sarah, Sarah, Sarah...", she heard him singing first next to one ear then the other then behind her then just as she was about to let our a scream in fear she felt his hands suddenly attack her tender tummy, light titilating strokes ticklign relentlessly all around the outer sides, but steadily, ruthlessly, instensly working their way inwards towards her belly button as if her were painting an undualting spiral of sensation leading to her center...
"NOOOoooooohohoho!Ge-hehe-efferyheeheeheee!STAAAAAP! Puh-leaheeheeheeheese!Hee! Hee!Ha!Ha!Noooohohohoho morrrrre!"
"What's that my darling, Sarah? More? You want more?", he teased her in a deep voice, "Well, not to worry my Love, there is plenty more for you! After all we have all night for this, and all tommorrow too! Oh! and don't forget, I don't require rest!"
Sarah was laughing so hard her voice was barely audible. She tried curling up into a ball with the sheets around her, ANYTHING to protect her sensitive stomach, but to her horror she realized his hands could penetrate right through her sheets, right through her knees, right through her t-shirt, right to her sensitive skin underneath! She had never felt so vulnerable...
"That's right, my darling Sarah, my beautiful Love! There is nothing you can do to keep my fingers from tickling you, so you minus well give in...."
Sara realized he was right, it was an act of futility to try and protect herself, and she needed her energy to endure the tickling sensations as they increased. Giggling with tears running down her burning cheeks, she let her knees drop down, closed her eyes and began to let herself relax, trying to "escape" in her mind, as if in meditation...
"Oh no you don't, Love! You are going to stay here with me!" She heard his voice cut through her mental escape like a hook catching her and pulling her consciousness back with a thundering speed towards him. And at that moment his fingers found her belly button making her squeal and her eyes pop open wide. She pushed frantically against the probing tickling finger that wasn't even there and laughed and laughed, trying to turn over in spite of the invisible weight of his body on top of hers, and when she finally did, she gasped to see that she was hovering six feet above her bed!
Sarah instinctively tried to grab onto something and felt herself grab onto him for the first time since the begining of her ordeal, she spun her head around to find him appearing solid as before and holding her in return, a look of loving adoration on his face. There was something about it that made her fear pause.
"My darling Sarah, this experience doesn't have to be something you fear, I don't have to be something you fear. Just play with me as we did before, let my fingers tease your flesh as I did before. Just giggle for me, Sarah.", he nuzzled his face next to her neck and peppered it with tiny kisses making her giggle in spite of herself,"That's right, my Love. Just let me hear your laughter, let me play your skin like music...BE my instrument, Sarah!"
She felt his breath warm against her neck, as if he were indeed alive. Oh God! He was breathing right on that errongenous spot all women secretly possess...how did he know?
She heard him chuckling next to her ear, "Women were made the same way 108 years ago, my Love. If I'm anything to wonder about, its my memory of them. But then, I have always loved women and their laughter...in fact, you might consider me a spirit haunting women's laughter itself! But that's not all I'm after now, is it Sarah?"
With that she felt his hands go from tickling her tender tummy to scampering across her goose bumped skin towards her underarms which sent her shrieking with laughter again. She twisted and turned her body, no longer caring that she would fall six feet down should he lose his grip on her, but her stuggling was in vain as she realized with shock that she now felt his hands silmultanously on her sides and under her armpits!
"WHA-?NOOOOoooohohoho!AAAhhhheeheeeheheeeheee!"
But his fingers kept comming from side to side now, in a zigzag from her armpits to her breasts where he paid speacial attention to how they made her squeal for other reasons...down to her stomach...and yet she still felt them under her armpits and on her sides....he was still creating new excrutiating tickling sensations, but not letting any of the original ones die!
"That's right, Sarah, my love.", he crooned against her neck again, making her lose her breath for another reason entirely,"I can have as many hands as I want. I can even choose which ones, if any, I'll let you see comming! Just consider it a little perk for those of us on the other side of life!"
Then, as if to illustrate his point, she felt his fingers tickling the sensitive flesh from the underside of her wrists up to her armpits, then down her sides, down and around her thighs and down, down, down steadily to her ankles...but then the tickling decreased in intensity, yet covered every part of her body except for her ankles down...it felt almost plearsurable, making her close her eyes and moan in between her incessant giggling...
"You know what happens now don't you, Sarah?" she heard his voice whisper in both her ears at once, sending shivers of anticipation down her spine right towards the soft soles of her feet.
Sarah's eyes shot open with a start,"OH GOD! OH NO! NOT THAT! ANYTHING BUT THAT! NO! PLEASE! NO! NOT MY FEET!"
He trailed what felt like a single solitary finger around each outside ankle,"What did you say, my Love?"
But the tiny strokes were already driving her mad with laughter."NOOOOOOOOooooooooo! Puh-leeheeheeheeeheeese! Nahahahahat my feeheeheeheet!"
He was now trailing another finger on the inside of both ankles, "I didn't catch that?"
"NAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MY FEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEET!"
He now began tickling the tops of her feet in earnest sending her into spasmodic laughter,"I'm still unsure of what you are trying to communicate my Love. It seems you need to enunciate more if you wish for me to understand you, darling."
"NO!NO!NOOOooohohohoho! NAHAHAHAHAHAT MY FEEHEEHEEEHEEEEEEHEEHEEHEEET! ICAN"TTAKEIT!HEEHEEHEEHAHAHAHEEHEESTAAAHAHAHAP!PLUHUHUHEEHEE HEEEEESE!"
"Hmmm. It seems to me that the only thing I could gather from that impassioned oration is 'feet'. So you would like me to tickle your feet, is that it, Darling?"
This time Sarah couldn't do anything but give into the throws of silent screams and laughter as she felt his fingers move towards the edges of her soles and tickle from the outside in, just like he had done with her stomach earlier...knowing the pattern of what was to come made it worse, as knowing made the tender skin on her bare feet even more sensitive with anticipation...
"That's the idea my Darling!"she heard him whisper in a voice that made her entertain erotic thoughts in spite of herself...
"Oh really? Is that what you want? Sarah, all you had to do was ask. But then that wouldn't have been as fun for either of us would it?"
Oh No! He'd seen into her mind's reaction! He knew what she craved!
"I've always known, Sarah. I knew that day you got flustered telling me about the life you hoped to enjoy. I kept hearing your thoughts after you stopped talking. I knew then that part of you would like what I've wanted to do to a woman for over a century, Sarah. I knew it then, just as I know now that you CRAVE being tickled now."
"NONONONO!"
Suddenly his face appeared just inches from hers, she could even feel his warm breath against her own lips,"Think about what you're saying Sarah, my Love. If you don't admit to me that you want this, YOU will be the one who feels the consequences."
In that moment she felt the tickling increase across her whole body, even across her breasts and just inside her thighs and across her mound, teasing instensely, making her moan again between her onslaughts of breathless laughter.
"Tell me you want this, Sarah. Tell me you want to release yourself to me, and I won't disappoint you."
But Sarah's pride made her fight her instinctive drive to give in, she would take care of her craving later when he wasn't around...
He gave her an amused grin, the kind that made her heart race, and leaned into her even more,"Don't make me have to make the craving worse, darling. I KNOW you are going insane with desire already, Sarah. Don't deny me the energy of such a release. Admit you need me, darling, or I will have to make it much much worse, my Love."
Sarah felt a pang of anger and determination at his words and swallowed her laughter long enough to glare back into those oh so devastatingly mocking torquise eyes of his," Very well, Geoffrey Mansfield. Do your damndest!"
To her shock his grin burst into gales of laughter,"I was hoping you'd dare me, Sarah! I just didn't expect it to be so soon!"
She felt it then. The tickling attacked her feet ruthlessly pursuign every wrinkle, every space in between her toes, on top of her feet and under, up and around her legs, spiraling up and up and up until his fingers were dancing aroudn the outside of her most private part, tickling and tickling, as if his hands were tinkering with a lock, then just when she thought she was begining to get a handle of it, the tickling went deeper and made her laughter grow into a crazed frenzy. Her hands moved frantically to push the fingers her mind knew weren't there, but she couldn't control herself anymore. She felt the fingers as if they were tickling just outside her inside walls, and then gasped as they moved deeper in, all the while making her laugh and laugh and laugh while thrusting with helpless abonadon. She felt her craving growing with each tickling sensation, each unavoidable incredible stroking. But if she got too close to release, she'd feel his fingers in her armpits, or underneath her arches or around her breasts, yet never letting her go, never letting her catch her breath for a second...
'Still think you can deny this, my beautiful Sarah? Still think you can keep from admiting you're mine, my Love?"
Then suddenly she felt her body lowered gently back onto her bed, and no longer felt any hands holding her still, but the tickling sensations continued relentlessly probing every ounce of her now overly sensitized skin. She lay there squirming helplessly on the covers, giggling endlessly, held down not by any force other than what she now felt within.
"NOOOooohohohoho!PLEEHEEHEEHEEHEESE!MAKEITSTAAHAHAHAP!"
He stood at the foot of her bed, looking down at her with a patient, loving look in his eyes, "I'm not holding you anymore, Sarah. You are free to go whenever you want. But when you decide to give into the craving that will continue to grow inside of you, you need only admit that you need me, my Darling, and I will release you. The key to your release is in your hands."
Every ounce of Sarah's physical being pleaded with her mind to give in. But she knew if she did she would have given her freedom to a ghost. So she pushed herself up, ignoring the agonizing pleasure in between her legs and walked to the door of the room. She reached out to take the doorknob...
He appeared leaning beside the door, his arms crossed and shaking his head, as if to a little girl,"Don't do it, Sarah. It will only make things more unbearable for you if you do this, my Love."
But Sarah turned the knob, and even as she pulled the door open the pleasurable craving grew to new heights, making her fall to her knees in the doorway and almost come to the point of orgasm but then she let out a cry when she felt his fingers ruthlessly tickling her feet, once again denying her release...
"NOOOOOOHOHOHOHOOOO!"
He was above her again,"It will be like this until you give yourself to me my Love, my darling Sarah! Or it can be more delectible than even your greatest imaginings!"
Sarah realized in that moment that he had reached into the depths of her wildest erotic fantasies and morphed one into a reality they were sharing. No one had ever known how much she'd craved this kind of domination, this kind of torturous tickling and excrutiating denial of her desperate desire for release...
Geoffrey Mansfield smiled down into her eyes, "That's right, Sarah. I'm not the devil. I'm just a devil when it comes to loving the woman I adore! Now, what will it be? shall you give into me right here in the doorway? Or perhaps you want to attempt to get all the way down the hallway? I should warn you however, that I won't allow you to make it to the stairs, as I don't want you to fall down.",he winked,"That's right, Sarah. I could have broken you at any time. I just enjoy seeing a beautiful woman put up a good fight!"
Sarah felt a swell of adoration for him in that moment, but she was determined to make it to the stairs all the same. Although she could barely think on anything else besides the fire between her legs alternating with the incessant tickling across her entire body, she made a crazed dash for the end of the hallway, falling every so many times as he increased the tickling in her armpits, then her sides, then her stomach, and ruthlessly attacking the bottoms of her feet each time she fell onto her knees. When she was only feet from the edge of the stairs she leapt, not even caring that she might injure herself...
"SARAH!" She heard him cry out as she went sailingover the first few stairs. She clinched her eyes shut and relaxed, waiting for the inevitable crunch of her body on the stairs below, but the fall seemed to keep coming, until finally she opened her eyes to discover her was holding her, hovering over the staircase, looking down at her face,
"Don't you EVER try and do that to me again, Sarah! I haven't waited 108 years to find the woman of my dreams to lose her like that!" , he looked imploringly into her eyes, "Choose life with me, Sarah. Give your deepest most erotic yearnings, your most playful adventures, your most ticklish secrets to me for us to share in, my darling Love! Haven't I proven that you won't regret giving your self to me?"
It was Sarah's turn to smirk back up at her adoring ghost,"I don't know, Mr. Mansfield. Have you?"
His pleading face turned into a huge grin, "My darling, you haven't seen anything yet!"
His hands attacked her once more, even more visciously than before, his fingers tickling in a supernatural speed across her skin and inside her, making her alternate screaming with laughter and then for release again and again, her hands grasping for something, ANYTHING to grab onto as they tumbled around and around above the stair case. Finally she came in great waves of pleasure that were punctuated by spasmodic laughter, each pleasurable wave also creatign ticklish sensations deep inside. Once more they kissed passionately and he drank greedily from her lips that were spilling over in an endless stream of laughter.
Finally he carried her giggling quivering body down to the living room once more, letting her see the fireplace ignite itself under his direction, and gently placing her on the couch. He let her see him make the blanket float over in the air and fall perfectly over her shoulders, and kissed her cheek where she slept, cuddled up in his arms for hours as he smiled down upon her...
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Sarah awoke to the smell of roasting marshmellows and couldn't help but smile at the sight of Geoffrey beside the fire, making smores.
"Wow! Look whose awake!", he winked at her,"I had no idea climbing the tree out back would tire you so much!"
She sat up and wrinkled her nose at him,"Don't even try it. It wasn't a dream. I know you're a ghost!"
He tilted his head at her, wrinkling his brow,"Do you have some kind of problem I should be aware of, Miss Steinheart?"
Sarah's brows shot up, had she dreamed it all? Was she making an utter fool of herself?
"Here, have a smore." he put one on a plate and extended it out towards her a good five feet from her reach.
Sarah's heart dropped as she fumbled with her blanket and began to get up to get it when the plate levitated over to her and she looked up at him to find him smirking at her,"Nevermind me. I just like to tease pretty girls!"
"Oh, Geoffrey! You almost made me think I was going insane! You are SO dead!" Sarah tossed the smore aside, not caring for the first time in her life that the carpet was new and expensive and tossed a pillow at him.
Geoffrey laughed and let her get him, then smiled back mockingly, "You are SO right my darling girl! And we BOTH know what that means for you!"He winked and disapeared then reappeared behind her where he tickled her sides until she fell back onto the couch, eager to recieve his embrace and deliver an ocean of laughter into his hungry lips!
They continued like that, with him tickling her and her egging him on for hours, equally eager to play, both of them completly unaware that the next day's light had begun to come over the horizon, or that old stuck up Mrs. Albertson had ventured by to check up on things and was about to knock on the front door when she heard Sarah's moans and screams and pleas for mercy and the sound of a deep male voice chuckling.
Horrified, she scuttteled away from the front door as fast as her heels could take her. But once getting to the curb, she sneered at the haunted house and the occupant inside, assuming Sarah must be shrieking from terror,"Hmmph. Serves that Miss Steinheart right, trying to buy that old house!"
Word soon got around, thanks to the little town's gossip that Mansfield manor was haunted, and the bravest kids would sneak up to the door late at night to hear the screams. But the thing no one could ever figure out was why would the young lady be laughing? They figured the spirit of Mr. Mansfield had driven her mad.
Sarah and Geoffrey let them think it. He revealed the hiding place of his fortune to her, and she never leased the house. Word was she traveled with a handsome companion with amazing torquise eyes. But no one in the little town of Hillview ever saw him.
