The Attic – A Ghost Story, Parts I-V - Sex Stories

The Attic – A Ghost Story, Parts I-V

... wonder.

Angelina had taken a liking to me, and I got the feeling that the fact I was married would not be a hindrance to her if I responded in kind to her advances. I had no intention of doing so, but she didn’t seem to care. She was going to continue to try to get my attention.

I didn’t exactly discourage her. I wore a button-up short sleeve shirt with enough of the top buttons unbuttoned to make sure she could get a look at those pecs Lila crowed about, and my sleeves were short enough to display my guns.

Angelina was in her office and gave me a smile when I came in. I held out my hand to shake hers but instead, she came around her desk and embraced me in a big hug that was a bit closer and was held just a smidge longer than decorum would seem to require. She pressed her body against mine for as long as she could get away with. I was glad when she finally disengaged.

“It’s nice to see you today, Tim,” she started, when we were seated with a desk safely between her and myself. She spoke a little fast and disjointed, like we were on a date or something. “Everything going well in your new house, I trust? How are the twins doing? What were they studying again? You were very vague on the phone, what can I do for you?” I noticed as she talked that the blouse she wore was open a bit deeper into her cleavage than I would have expected. I could see the edge of one of her bra cups and the tiny little lace flower at the center of the bra.

“We love the place,” I said, ...

... forcing my most charming smile. “It’s a beautiful old house, I can’t believe we got it for that price. Callie and Mina are adjusting well. They’re both studying graphic design, but Mina is more focused on the artistic side while Callie has always been a shutterbug. That’s part of the reason we loved the house, there was room for both my wife and I to have our own offices, the twins to have a studio, and Callie to have a darkroom in the cellar. But the reason I reached out was because I wanted to ask a couple questions about the stuff in the attic, and the Helmsworths.”

“Sure,” Angelina replied, nodding. “If the stuff in the attic is too much to go through, I can arrange for it to be assessed, the good stuff sent out for auction and the junk hauled away. You might even break even in the deal.” And as she talked, she absently fingered the topmost button that was still buttoned, as if she was trying to figure out a way to unobtrusively unbutton that one too.

I wasn’t buying what she was selling, however, in the interest of keeping her engaged I casually made it a point to let her see me stare at her cleavage a couple times.

“No, we’ve already made a first pass through the stuff,” I replied to her. “The thing is, we just want to know a little bit more about the folks who lived here before. Some of these old clothes are pretty vintage, and you know how it is, these things sell a little better if they have a story to go with them. Plus, we noticed that a lot of the clothes ...