My Haunted Picnic Spot
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I parked on the shoulder of the backwoods road, got out, and opened the passenger door for my date like a gentleman. Julie took my hand and stood, but I could tell she didn’t like how isolated we both were. It was only our second date after all, and now she was out here with me at a place where no one could hear her scream. “Why did we have to come all the way out here for a picnic?” she asked nervously. I smiled. She was cute when she was skittish. “This place has the best view,” I replied. “There’s a trail you can barely see right over here.” I started off, not looking back. I heard her hesitate, then follow me. They always followed me. “S-so,” Julie said as she ducked under a low hanging branch. “How many other girls have you taken here?” I chuckled, and gave a cryptic, “None. Well, none as pretty as you.” Julie was very pretty indeed. Tall. Fit. Just my type. Except like so many other women, she wanted to wait for several dates, or possibly even marriage, before getting physical. That didn’t work for me. I was thankful that I knew about this special place that would bypass all the many hoops they wanted me to jump through in order to be sexually intimate. We began steadily walking uphill, and after half a mile, we stepped into a clearing on the top hill that had a lone picnic bench. Julie gave a delighted gasp. “Ohmygosh the view here is incredible!” She threw her arms around me and gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek, then went past the picnic table to admire the view into a scenic forest landscape below her. I quietly opened the picnic basket I’d brought, and took out a tablecloth. I draped it neatly over the picnic table. Julie turned back to me and said, “I’m starving. What food did you bring us?” I looked her up and down. I couldn’t wait to see her naked. “Sorry, Julie, I didn’t bring any food. Only this.” I reached back into the basket and took out my expensive camera. It allowed me to take excellent high definition pictures. I always brought it with me when I came out here. Julie frowned, clearly disappointed. “I…don’t understand.” They never did. So I explained. I had to do that sometimes. Stall for time before the horny ghost that haunts this place takes possession of the body I brought her. “You’ll be getting naked soon, and I like to take pictures when that happens.” Julie’s expression morphed into a mixture of irritation and…I think fear. “I told you on the first date I wasn’t that kind of girl,” she said as she looked past me to the trail we’d come from. To the right, I heard the rustle of trees even though there was no wind. Not long now. Julie began walking back towards the trail. “Honestly, if you thought that you could bring me to a place like this so I’d put out-” but then her voice seemed to catch in her throat. Her body seized up, and she shook violently for a few seconds before finally turning back to the picnic table. “…you’re absolutely right,” she finished, but her voice had taken on a different quality. Raspy. Seductive. Otherworldly. And then she was quickly stripping off her clothes. “I’m so glad you’re back. It’s been so long, and I’ve had no one to fuck.” I began taking pictures while the ghost posed Julie’s body for me. Then it was my turn to get naked. “Yes, take this body! The ghost begged. “Fuck this pussy. Make me cum!” After I rock Julie’s world, she’ll only remember having a good time. She’ll be disappointed when I don’t reach out for another date, but by that time, I’ll be making arrangements to bring another hottie out here for what I know is a sure thing.