Free Phantom Affair by Katherine Kingston Page A

half-visible form kneeling beside the chair. It appeared his hands were
around her feet, though he couldn’t truly touch her. Still, the air shifted
around her toes, stroking them gently but firmly.
    “Damn, that feels good.” Kelly settled deeper into the
chair. The air pressed and rubbed in a way that air shouldn’t be able to do,
but she wasn’t arguing. “This project is turning out to be a bear,” she told
him. He kept “rubbing” her feet while she poured out all that had happened in
the past couple of days, venting all the aggravations and irritations. Getting
it out always made her feel lighter.
    Because she had a lot to get off her chest, it took a while
to notice something different. “You’re very quiet,” she said to Robert. Normally,
he responded enthusiastically to her tales, asking thoughtful questions,
demanding details and reassuring her where he felt it was needed. “Is something
wrong?”
    “No, not wrong. I have something to discuss with you but not
right now. A little later.”
    She stared at him for a moment but could read little in the
shadowy face. He never had worn his emotions openly. “All right.”
    “We have other things to do first.”
    The stroking moved up from her feet, along her calves and
onto her thighs, pushing below her skirt. It didn’t feel exactly like a human
touch but it was close enough for each brush of air on sensitive skin to send
those prickly tingles running along her nerves and rousing desire for more. She
imagined Robert’s fingers doing that march along her skin and got even hotter.
    “Take off your blouse and the bra for me,” he said. He
turned one part of his limitation into a virtue, by ordering her to do the
things he couldn’t. She’d read about it, but until now she’d never understood
on a personal level how sexy it would be to take off her clothes at the command
of a dominant man. Even if said dominant wasn’t entirely solid.
    As soon as she’d shed the shirt and bra and settled back
down, another set of air puffs began circling her breasts. Add to the ghost lover’s
pro list that he wasn’t apparently limited to two hands’ worth of air. There
were still swirly bits running up and down her legs as well.
    On the con side, it lacked the rich texture of human touch.
But it was firm enough to be convincing and still had the effect of making her
jolt and groan when it brushed over her nipples and pressed down on them. She
thought about Robert while the air caressed her and tried to picture him in her
mind, lying beside her, leaning over, his hands exploring her body just as the
air did now.
    “I don’t know how you do it,” Kelly said through gritted
teeth, “but you’re good.”
    “Guy’s gotta have a few secrets.” Robert’s tone held an edge
of laughter.
    “You’ve got plenty already…” The words ended in a groan as
he did something that made her nipples ache with delight. The thrill zinged
straight to her pussy, which swelled and grew damp.
    “Take off the skirt.” That slight British intonation lent a
shivery sort of authority to the words. She lowered the zipper and wriggled out
of the garment, while he continued to caress her breasts. Little lightning
bolts of pleasure zapped her nipples, drawing moans and groans from her.
    “You’re beautiful, you know,” he said. “I love that I can
give you pleasure like this. I love watching you.”
    She wished she could touch him the same way, give him the
same pleasure, but the one time she’d mentioned it to him he grew silent and
retreated, so she didn’t bring it up now. He had told her he got a thrill from
seeing her ecstasy.
    Once she’d dispensed with the skirt, he directed the air to
work down her belly and into her slit, teasing at it through the silken panties
that were all she still wore. Gentle strokes grew gradually firmer and harder
until she was wriggling on the leather surface and begging for him to go
faster. Need expanded inside her like a magma chamber