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Authors: Rebecca Swanson
Dominated by the Ghost: An Alpha Ghost BBW Romance
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The soothing motion of the train was making Ruth sleepy. She closed her eyes and let the soft rocking rhythm soothe her. It’d been a long week—actually, it’d been a long few weeks.
Her long, messy divorce was finally finalized and she was on her way to Seattle to visit family. The cost of flying was too high so she’d book a two night trip on the Amtrak to take her from Chicago to Seattle. It wasn’t the fastest, but it did give her time to unwind.
It’d been ages since she’d been home and she was looking forward to seeing her friends and family in Seattle.
Ruth looked around at her accommodations and smiled. She’d managed to book a fair sized cabin and was suitably impressed with it. There was even a shower so she could freshen up in the morning. But she didn’t want to stay cooped up in her cabin the entire trip. Not to mention, hunger was beginning to gnaw away at her stomach. It wouldn’t hurt to pay a trip to the train’s dining car.
She gazed at herself in the mirror as she brushed her long blonde hair and scooped it up into a high ponytail. Her tired emerald eyes stared back at her and she sighed.
I’m exhausted and my mom is going to pick up on it too.
If she could get a good nights rest she’d probably feel a whole lot better.
“Right, girl, let’s make you look more presentable for dinner,” she muttered to her reflection.
Ruth grabbed her suitcase and opened it up rummaging around for something decent to wear. The summer was just beginning and the temperature was sitting comfortably between the cool of winter and the heat of the main summer months.
She found a long, flowing, floral summer dress with spaghetti straps, which flattered her shapely figure. After a quick wash, she stepped into it and enjoyed the feel of the soft material against her skin. Ruth was twenty-eight-years-old with stunning pale green eyes and a wicked sense of humor. Sarcasm was her favorite, but it had ultimately been the destruction of her marriage. Her husband’s humor had left him as soon as they married. The more witty comments she made the more it wound him up. It had all ended badly.
Ruth slipped her feet into a pair of flat, strappy, black sandals. She’d packed a pair of high heels but walking on a train was bad enough in flats let alone heels.
As she left the cabin, a whisper of icy air brushed over her face. There were no open windows around. She shrugged and continued on her way to the dining car. The train was quite busy, but not packed, which suited Ruth just fine.
Adapting to being alone after a four year marriage took time and she struggled with the evenings. The winter months had been especially rough. It got dark too early. Her mom had suggested she adopt a pet from an animal shelter, but Ruth had enough problems looking after herself, let alone a pet. It wouldn’t be fair to leave an animal on its own all day anyway.
Ruth worked in a florist shop in Chicago, which she’d always enjoyed up until the situation worsened between her and her husband.
Her boss had insisted that she take some time off. The stress of the divorce, and settling into a new home had nearly driven her crazy. She’d started to take her anger out on customers by making rude comments.
Ruth had been bitter and often found herself muttering about how love wouldn’t last and romantic gestures were a waste of money. Her words had cost the business money. Something Ruth regretted immensely.
Her vacation in Seattle had been forced upon her really, but she was still looking forward to going. The change in scenery would be welcomed.
She spent a pleasant hour in the dining car, idly chatting to an elderly lady traveling to Seattle to see her daughter. The lady told Ruth that her daughter had never married and had spent most of her life alone. This made Ruth feel better in some ways. At least she’d tried the whole marriage thing.
After a couple of glasses of wine with dinner, Ruth was feeling slightly tipsy and began regretting the alcohol as soon as she tried walking back to her cabin. The swaying motion of the train, coupled with the wine, wasn’t working well for her. She managed to stumble back and open her cabin door.
She frowned, cocking her head to the side as she took in her room. “I’m sure I didn’t leave you there,” she muttered as she moved her make-up bag back onto the counter by the sink.
“I definitely know I didn’t leave you there,” she said as she moved her red silk pajamas from the chair and placed them back on the bed. She’d folded the bed down before going to the dining car and left her pajamas on top of it for when she returned.
Ruth locked the door and sat down on the bed as she started to undress. She was exhausted and had a bit too much to drink. Obviously, her mind was playing tricks on her. She needed to get some rest.
Ruth kicked off her sandals and unzipped her dress pulling her arms free and letting the garment fall to the floor. She picked it up and placed it on a coat hanger, hanging it in the small closet area in her cabin. She was too tired for a shower so settled for a quick wash instead.
She unfastened her blue, lace bra while standing in front of the mirror. The underwire helped support and show off her curvy breasts, but by the end of the day it could be so uncomfortable. It was always a relief to allow her ample breasts the chance to escape the lace confines and bounce together freely. She admired her reflection in the mirror, and noticed the way her beautifully formed breasts looked. Her cleavage had always been one of her best assets.
Her nipples were akin to rose-colored shimmering buds. They stood erect, craving for a delicate touch. The sexual side of Ruth’s marriage had died a long time ago. It’d been a long time since she’d felt a man’s gentle touch on her silky, smooth skin.
She placed her fingers on both sides of her blue silk panties and pulled them down, stepping out from them daintily. For a shapely girl, Ruth had extremely delicate and gentle movements. She finished admiring herself and set to work, sponging herself down.
The sponge splashed through the warm water in the sink as she washed her curvy body. Once finished, she wrapped a soft fluffy towel around her voluptuous curves, unplugged the sink, and rinsed the soapsuds from the sponge.
An icy cold rush brushed over her bare shoulders and she whirled around. “What the…” she trialed off. Again, there were no windows open. Her smoother than silk skin erupted in goose bumps as the temperature dropped inside her cabin and she whispered into the emptiness, “Okay this is weird, and going to sound ridiculous, but is there anybody there? Isn’t that what they ask on those haunted programs.”
She giggled nervously and noticed the puff of white from her breath floating in the air as she spoke, “Does this cabin come with its own spirit? I’d have rather had whisky than a ghost!”
She chuckled at her weak attempt at humor then stared at the mirror as it started to mist up. She couldn’t believe her eyes when a word started to form on the mirror. The word simply said,
Hello.
“Okay, so this is a joke obviously. Are there hidden cameras in the cabin? Or is this some kind of elaborate trick to make girls run out of the cabin half naked?”
Ruth shivered and wrapped her arms around her frame. She was alone in her cabin, wearing nothing bout a towel. Her feet stumbled backwards towards the bed as she kept her eyes glued to the mirror in case another word appeared.
Ruth reached behind her for her pajamas but they were no longer on the bed. She spun around and searched high and low but they were nowhere to be found. She opened the closet door and found them hanging up next to her summer dress.
I’m going mad
, she thought to herself. She yanked the pajamas from the hanger and slung them on over her shapely legs and curvy hips. Her fingers trembled uncontrollably as she fastened the buttons to her top.
What was going on?
Ruth let out a shaky breath. At least she was dressed now. Oddly enough, she still felt very naked. Did she have a ghost in her company? Or was this all some elaborate prank? Surely if it was a trick, a camera and produces were come bursting into her room at any moment. She nibbled her lip and turned to the door. Nothing.
Ruth was neither a firm believer of all things spooky or a complete skeptic. She sat squarely on the fence between both opinions.
She looked in the steamy mirror while pulling the band from her hair, watching as the waterfall of blonde cascaded down over her curvy shoulders. She stared at the word
Hello
as she whispered, “Hello.” She laughed out loud, realizing how ridiculous she must look right now.
Within seconds, the writing began once again in the condensation on the mirror. The new word now read,
John
. Ruth quietly repeated the word to herself and then asked, “John, is that your name?”
Yes.
As the three letter word wrote itself on the mirror, Ruth didn’t know whether she should scream or laugh. Should she be terrified? Would the ghost harm her?
Ruth shook her head. She didn’t feel threatened at all, quite the opposite. John seemed to be playful and not malicious in any way. He’d moved her things around and hidden them from her. His messages so far had all been friendly, so she didn’t think there was any danger.
Nonetheless, she reached up and pulled her shoulder bag out from the luggage compartment. After some rummaging, she located her cell phone and removed it, with the comforting thought of her cell being in her hands, even if she didn’t know who to call if she needed help, she continued, “I’m Ruth.”
She heard the familiar squeaking sound accompanying words being written on the mirror and read the new message.
Hi Ruth pleased to meet you .
Ruth smiled at the added addition of the smiley face and asked, “Are you going to keep me company on my long train journey?”
Immediately a reply was left.
Yes I’d love to if you’ll let me Ruth!
“So that’s settled then John. Welcome to my cabin,” she giggled into the emptiness as she waited for his response. No message appeared on the mirror this time. Instead, a rush of chilly air delicately brushed against her soft cheek akin to a soft kiss. She laughed and raised her hand to her cheek. “Did you just kiss me, sweet John?”
This time a message appeared on the mirror.
Yes, was it okay to do that?
She simply whispered one word into the silent cabin, “Yes.”
Questions raced through Ruth’s mind. She had a tendency to let her mouth run away with her at times, and she didn’t want to scare John away. A laugh bubbled up her throat and she chuckled out loud. She didn’t want to
scare
him away. It should be her who was scared.
Ruth yawned as her weariness returned. She climbed into bed, figuring she could continue her chat with John from under the duvet. As she pulled the blanket over herself, she heard the telltale squeaking of a new message being written on the mirror. She looked over and read it with a saucy smile on her soft, full lips.
Please don’t cover your sexy body up .
Ruth couldn’t help but giggle, a ghost found her sexy. “Is this okay?” she asked shoving the duvet back, leaving her knees upward uncovered.
Perfect
She was enjoying their game and this was the first time in a long time that she wasn’t spending her time thinking about her divorce. She was happy and relaxed in the company of a ghost!
“Can I ask you a question it’s personal?” she asked feeling more daring now that they’d been chatting for a while.
Ask away
“How did you pass away?” she wondered if perhaps her question were too personal and was relieved when a reply started to appear on the steamed up mirror.
Story too long to write!
Ruth was a little disappointed by John’s answer. She’d probably never know how he arrived in his ghostly form, and why he was haunting the train.
Her disappointment was short-lived. Before her very eyes, a human form began to materialize through a shroud of fine mist, and a sexy human form at that. Happiness elated her. Not only could she physically see him, but she’d probably be able to talk to him too.
As he materialized, she noted that John was around six feet tall with a slim and muscular build. He had short, light brown hair and was wearing quite tight black jeans with a tee shirt and sneakers. He smiled at Ruth as she sat in bed gaping at him in amazement.
His smile was cheeky and charming. Ruth put him at about the same age as her. The mist started to vanish and she could see him more clearly now. He was handsome with a sexy body to match.
“Hello, Ruth, it’s easier for me to talk to you now that I’m here,” he said in a deep sexy voice.
She was dumbstruck and just managed a pathetic sounding. “Okay.”
He walked toward her, which surprised Ruth as she half expected him to glide. He sat on the end of the bed and reached out a hand to touch her. She began to tremble and he smiled. “Don’t be scared, Ruth. You’re the first person I’ve been able to show myself to who hasn’t run away screaming so please don’t be scared now.”
She couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. He was so young and handsome and didn’t look like a threat at all. She tried her best to stop trembling and didn’t really know why she was to begin with. She wasn’t particularly scared of John, if anything, his presence excited her. He was the sexiest guy she’d seen in a long time; ghost or not, he was sexy with an incredibly hot body.