The Ghost of Benanee - Sex Stories

The Ghost of Benanee

... white long sleeve cotton shirt. "Billy's nearly boiling. Have a good sleep?"

Vicky plonked herself in a chair and shrugged. "I think the moon woke me up, but it may have been because of a weird dream. I dreamt someone kissed me, and stroked my hair like you did last night."

Daryl sat up straight. "Umm, I didn't stroke your hair."

"Yes, last night in this chair. It was nice, I said."

"No, I had one arm around your bum and the other around your waist. Definitely wasn't me."

The two stared at each other. Vicky touched her cheek where she had imagined the kiss. "I must have got more sun than I thought. I could have sworn someone was playing with my hair. It seemed so real."

"Dunno. What can I say? It wasn't me. Here," Daryl said, handing her a mug, "get this into you and I'll make some toast. You'd better keep a hat on and stay in the shade as much as possible."

"Yeah, I think you're right." She slumped down into the chair and looked towards the concrete wall she had measured up. "Daz... Slowly turn and look at that wall."

Daryl frowned and slowly turned. Vicky had gone even paler, and her eyes were bulging out. There was a flicker of movement, an impression of someone or something at the edge of the clearing waving to follow it, then nothing.

"You see that?" Vicky whispered. "The woman waving? I'm sure that's the same person from yesterday."

"I think so. I'm not sure though."

"I don't want to stay here another night, Daz. Can we just do what ...

... you need to do and get the hell out of here? That's freaking me out."

"Yeah. Yeah, sure. No worries, I'll, umm, send the drone up to pick up the markers around the tank, then we'll move."

"You sure? What about everything else?"

Daryl took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. "Well, that's making me feel nervous. I think putting a few kilometres between us and them is a good thing. Plus, this is really just supposed to be a preliminary survey. I think we've ticked that box."

"Thanks Daryl. I don't know why, but... I just don't know what."

"Mmm, yeah. I felt odd, like I was watching something - impossible. I can't really explain it." She slapped her hands together and stood up. "Well, better throw some clothes on and get going. Can you pack up everything while I fly the area?"

Vicky nodded and glanced nervously to where the image had appeared. She was glad Daryl had suggested hanging around the car. It could provide a sliver of safety.

Daryl placed the drone in a clear spot and launched it. She had been really excited with the opportunity to use the drone, but the reality was disappointing. The computer in it took most of the drama out of flying, but it was a very good camera platform. All she had to do was use her iPad to define the area that it needed to fly, press go, and watch it...

"Oh, you shit. What is wrong with you?"

Vicky looked up from deflating the airbed. "Now what?"

Daryl pointed at the drone. "I didn't tell it to do that." The drone had ...