Vivienne shivered. She didn't believe for one moment that the station was actually haunted, but at two in the morning it was easy for the mind to play tricks.
Once again she felt an inexplicable draught on the back of her neck and she whirled round in slight panic, only to find the platform lying deserted under the sallow electric light.
"There are no such things as ghosts," she whispered mantra-like to herself. "There are no such things as ghosts."
Despite working for a leading magazine devoted to the investigation of all things paranormal, Vivienne had seen nothing in her past five years as a feature writer to convince her that there was anything remotely objective beyond the physical world. Photographs of ghosts, stories of alien abduction, and the claims of mediums to be able to talk to the dead -- as far as Vivienne was concerned it was all just a load of horse-shit!
Still, it made good copy and kept the magazine subscriptions rolling in. And while that happened, it meant that she could carry on paying the bills. Even horse-shit was good for the roses!
But there was just something about this place that was affecting her like nothing she had ever experienced before. She shook her head to clear it. Probably just too much coffee. She really needed to get a grip.
Flipping open her notebook, she read through the jottings she had already made about the small, now abandoned subway station, and the main points from her interviews with several witnesses to unexplained events that had supposedly occurred down here. A small faded photograph slipped from between the leaves, and she caught it before it could flutter to the floor.
Captain Charles 'Chuck' Robinson of the United States Airforce. At least twenty people had told her that they had seen him down here in the musty, oversized rabbit hole.And ordinarily, Vivienne would have believed them -- were it not for the fact that the dashing airforce officer had been dead for more than sixty years!
What some people would believe, she thought cynically. Just because they had heard a few things go bump in the night and knew that subway station sat directly beneath a former airbase. Talk about putting two and two together and making five!
She studied the photograph. Old Chuck had certainly been a looker in his day, she had to admit! Dark-haired and clean-shaven, he stared back at her from beneath his cap through eyes that could have lured a mother superior into bed! The smile into which his perfectly proportioned lips were formed seemed to reach across time to her to suggest an impossible intimacy.
God, if she had only been born several decades earlier!
She felt suddenly lightheaded. Damn coffee, she thought again, although it didn't feel like the effects of a caffeine overdose. Once more she felt the draught on her neck, but this time it was warm and slightly moist, and she could have sworn that she heard a breath. And this time she did not flinch, even when it continued to caress her skin.
Her eyes were still fixed on the photograph when she felt the hands slipping smoothly around her waist....
The old subway lights flickered. She should have been panicking! Screaming the place down in a wild fit of hysteria! But the sensation was anything but terrifying.The hands slid all the way round her midriff, gliding effortlessly over her cotton blouse.
And then, very slowly, they began to move higher....
The lights shimmered again, and Vivienne unconsciously held her breath as the pressure around her waist shifted upwards. She felt fingertips pause fractionally at the curve of her breasts, before they curled round her fastened themselves firmly over the full tits. The gentle pressure she felt drew the air from her lips as a long and protracted sigh.
She heard a crackle of electricity and the lights went out completely, plunging the platform into an impentrable darkness. At the same time, a tingling sensation like static washed over her whole body and turned her sigh into a loud gasp.
"Oh God," she managed to murmur as she was turned slowly round, one hand unbuttoning her blouse before continuing to fondle her bare breasts in turn; the other hand invisibly drawing up her tight-fitting pencil skirt....
The presence that loomed over her was irresistibly masculine! At once determined but gentle.Warm breath stroked her throat, her cheek; then lips brushed hers for a fleeting instant that left her yearning for more!
"Please!" she whispered, craning her neck to seek out the lips which had tantilized her own so sweetly! She reached out, her hands making contact with a tight muscular body within a fitted jacket over which she slid the flats of her hands. They drifted to the shoulders of the figure, clawing at the lapels she found there as her body was pressed against the cold subway wall and her legs were pushed gently open....
Vivienne thought that she would surely pass out, the penetration was so slow and delicious! She tore at the lapels, heard a button rattle as it skittered across the platform. The breath was hot against her face now, and Vivienne silently screamed for the absent lips she had tasted moments before as her body trembled to the rhythmic thrusting deep into her soaking pussy.
She caught her breath, beginning to sweat, her long dark hair sticking to her damp shoulders where her blouse had been pushed away. She clutched at the figure which pressed itself against her so firmly, and yet without any air of menace, pulling at it so desperately as if she could fully merge herself with her unseen lover. Each movement of the huge cock she could feel between her legs made her head whirl, caused her breath to become more and more ragged, and fanned the flames of an approaching orgasmic inferno that she was convinced would just consume her completely!
And then like some uncontrollable backdraft, the climax struck!
Had it not been for the body pressed to hers, she would have collapsed she knew! Her legs promised to buckle, their strength sapped by the burning pleasure exploding out from between her thighs and scorching every nerve! Every thrust, every surge of the unseen hips pounding into her left her fighting for breath until tears squeezed from between her closed eyelids as she almost sobbed with pleasure.
No man had ever fucked her like this!
The loud flapping of wings intruded on her reverie and burst it like a pin popping a balloon! Her eyes snapped open to see a scruffy pigeon descend from the corroded girders overhead and settle on the dirty platform where it pecked vainly at the brittle concrete. Still breathing hard, Vivienne stared down at the photograph she still held in her hands, and she patted at her clothes which were all still securely zipped and buttoned. Her confused mind struggled to make sense of what had just happened!
She couldn't stop shaking; it had all seemed so incredibly real!
She cast a glance at the deserted platform still bathed in sickly yellow light. Not a sound disturbed the silence. She was definitely alone.
God! she thought. She had been in this business for too long!
And then she saw it. The glint on the edge of her vision drew her gaze to the ground just a few feet away. Trembling, she stooped to pick up the shiny object.
It was a button, inscribed with the words....
"United States Airforce," she mouthed in disbelief.
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