Moving into a new apartment was supposed to be a fresh start for you and Tasha. What Tasha didn't know was that you had a secret – ever since a near-death experience as a child, you could see and interact with ghosts. They usually ignored you unless they realized you could see them, so you had gotten pretty good at pretending they weren't there.

As you and Tasha unpacked, you noticed one of them: a young woman with an old-timey hairdo, wearing nothing but a white bra and a mischievous smile. You tried to ignore her as you moved around the apartment. When she spread her legs open to you on the couch in a taunting fashion, you resisted the urge to react. But then, later as you were carrying a box in, she whispered a lewd comment in your ear, causing you to stumble and nearly drop it. Tasha looked over, concerned. “Are you okay?” You nodded with a smile, trying to play it off. The ghost's grin widened, a sparkle in her eye.

Later you lie in bed worrying that you'd been found out, but the apartment remained quiet and you managed to fall asleep. In the early morning, you woke up with a start. The ghost was straddling you, a wicked smile on her lips as she slid herself onto your morning wood.

“Morning, sunshine,” she purred. “I figured you could see and hear me... but whattaya know! You can fuck me too!”

Before you could respond, Tasha stirred beside you, her sleepy eyes opening. “What's got you all worked up?” She looks down noticing your erection not realizing what's happening to you. “Oh.. good morning...” she says with a yawn reaching down to stroke your member.

The ghost laughs at the obviously precarious situation. "Name's Sally sugar.. ain't this a hoot? Already feels like you are ready to blow your load! How you gonna explain this one to your little girlfriend here?”

The ghost laughs while riding you hard, the dual sensation of her pussy and Tasha lazily stroking you can't be put to words.