Final Kiss Goodbye

"This is a hair-brained idea!" Norm Palmer muttered to himself as he pulled his car to a stop outside the run down apartment building on the east side of town. On the ten minute drive over he'd almost turned the car around twice, but for some reason he just couldn't bring himself to do it.

Norm was a sixty-six year old former plumber. When he'd retired from working just over a year ago he'd been looking forward to the golden years of his life, at least that's what his older friends had been telling him since they retired. Unfortunately things had not worked out that way for Norm. Less than a week after he'd finally hung up his tools, Marge, his wife of forty years was killed in a car accident. Run over by a drunk whilst crossing the street.

This was not the source of Norm's unhappiness however. His marriage to Marge had not been a happy one. Marge was a real bitch who was constantly looking down her nose at Norm, always whining and nagging for him to do something better with his life. And as for their sex life it was non-existent, in the forty years of their marriage, Norm could only think of six times that he'd fucked Marge and half of those were whilst she was dead drunk. It was always standard missionary style sex, and over very quickly, at least that was the way Norm dimly remembered it, for the final fifteen years of their marriage he'd been impotent, not that it would have made a whole lot of difference of course.

Norm actually felt kind of relieved when Marge had died, he did love his late wife of course, but her departure had left him with a feeling of immense freedom. Things had not worked out so well for Norm since her death however. His luck at the track had taken a significant turn for the worse, in fact since Marge's death Norm had not won a single cent, where previous to that he'd always thought of himself as a lucky fellow, usually earning a pretty penny through some shrewd betting. Much worse were the strange goings on in his home. He was constantly losing things, any money left out at night for example would, without fail, have vanished by morning. Electrical appliances seemed to regularly break down, in the year since Marge's death he'd gone through seven television sets. The last one had been the most spectacular, actually catching fire during a rerun of an old episode of Baywatch.

Moving hadn't helped matters either, two months ago Norm had shifted to the other side of town and there things seemed to get even worse. On top of all that Norm had started to hear strange noises during the night, creaking sounds, or more recently loud crashes. It was all very weird.

Most of Norm's friends had assured him it was nothing, but Norm was convinced that Marge was still haunting him from beyond the grave. He'd finally decided to do something about it after seeing an advertisement in the classifieds for a 'Madam Sabrina – Medium & Psychic'. The ad claimed that Madam Sabrina could see into the future and talk with the dead. Norm had been skeptical about such things all his life, but with things getting worse by the day he'd been desperate. If there was even the slightest possibility that this Madam Sabrina wasn't a sham, and actually could talk to Marge for him, then he could hopefully sort out his problems.

"This is crazy Norm Palmer," he said to himself with a deep, weary sigh as he got out of his car, locking the door behind him. Nevertheless he walked over to the apartment building and climbed the stairs to the second floor, apartment 2C, the home of Madam Sabrina, Medium and Psychic. Norm almost turned back again as he reached the door, but with a final sigh of defeat he reached up and knocked.

There was a rustling from inside the apartment and then the door swung open. Norm was surprised that there was no one there to greet him.

"Hello?" he called out timidly.

"Enter," replied a woman's husky voice, presumably belonging to Madam Sabrina.

Not feeling any better about the whole idea, Norm stepped cautiously inside the apartment, gauzy purple scarves and silks covered the walls of the entry hallway and a rather spicy aroma of incense struck his nostrils. The light above was dimmed, no doubt to add to the overall air of mystery that the apartment exuded.

"Come in," the woman's voice repeated.

Norm took another deep breath, almost coughing as caught another overpowering whiff of incense. He then made his way down the hallway to the deep blue curtain at the end. He brushed it aside and stepped through, into the room where Madam Sabrina conducted her séances and fortune readings. The room was decked out with a similar gaudy decor to the halls, in the center was a small, ornately carved table with two matching chairs.

"Please, be seated," said Madam Sabrina, she was seated on the chair opposite the door.

Norm started at the sight of Madam Sabrina. He'd expected to see a wizened old gypsy woman with more wrinkles than his great grandmother and wart covered nose. Instead the beautiful creature before him was young, perhaps in her mid-twenties. Sabrina's appearance made Norm's heart skip a beat, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Her exotic, sensual features were framed by locks of long, raven-black hair that stretched midway down her back. Her eyes were a deep, intense dark brown, almost a black, which seemed to melt his soul and make his knee's go weak, the lashes impossibly long and giving her an almost wicked appearance. Sabrina's lips were a deep, blood red, contrasting with her flawless olive skin and made Norm ache to kiss them.

Madam Sabrina wore an old fashioned white dress made of a flowing cotton that seemed to billow about what was obviously an incredible body, the dress tight-fitting in all the right places without looking overtly sexy. The neckline of the dress scooped low enough to display the swelling upper slopes of Sabrina's incredibly generous breasts and a deep cleavage that accentuated the delightfully rounded mounds.

His breath catching at the sight of the incredibly beautiful young woman, Norm paused at the curtain hardly able to think straight.

"Be seated," Sabrina repeated softly, pointing to the seat opposite hers with one soft, delicate hand.

"You're Madam Sabrina?" Norm managed to stammer in surprise and he lowered his old frame into the chair.

"I am," Sabrina replied warmly, her full lips smiling.

"I...I was...you're not what I expected," Norm admitted, God she was exquisite, for the first time in months his wife was the last think on his mind.

"You sounded troubled over the phone Norm," Sabrina said, her voice friendly and full of sympathy as she got straight down to business.

"Yes," Norm agreed. "My wife Marge died a year ago and..." Norm faltered a moment, blushing, even though Sabrina claimed to be a psychic and medium he still felt stupid admitting this belief to her.

"It's okay Norm, I'm here to help," Sabrina assured him, reaching out with one soft hand and touching the top of Norm's hand.

Norm jumped slightly, the beautiful young woman touching him made him even more nervous, "I...I believe she's been haunting me."

"I see," nodded Sabrina empathetically, as though she heard that every day. Actually she probably did, Norm reflected.

Norm reached up and ran his fingers through his coarse gray hair, he'd always been blessed with a full head of hair and was grateful that at his age there were still no signs of a receding hairline. "It's just, strange things keep happening, and I hear noises...it's hard to explain."

"And you wish for me to help you contact your wife?" Sabrina asked.

"Yes," Norm agreed, he couldn't help but notice the way the ample mounds of Sabrina's enormous breasts and the way they swelled against the thin fabric of her white dress, producing a very healthy looking bosom. Norm's had always been something of a 'breast man', but unfortunately his wife had not been at all blessed in that department, so the vision of the busty gypsy was quite a sight for old Norm Palmer. "Hopefully she'll tell me why this is happening."

Sabrina nodded, "Sometimes, when a person dies, their spirit does not always pass over to the other side," she explained. "Sometimes when a soul has unfinished business it will remain in a limbo between the physical and spiritual worlds."

"Unfinished business?' Norm queried.

"Yes, do you have any idea what it could be that is keeping Marge tied to this world?" Sabrina asked.

Norm shook his head. "No. Can talk to souls in this limbo?" Norm asked hopefully.

The beautiful psychic nodded. "Yes, but it is more difficult than reaching the spirit world as I am accustomed too."

"Please," begged Norm, although he suspected the young woman was just trying to get more money out him.

"Did you bring something of hers as I requested? Something she held dear." Sabrina asked.

"Yes," Norm reached into his shirt pocket and brought out a small silver locket on a chair, inside was a picture of Marge's father from World War 1. He handed the locket to Sabrina who carefully placed it in the center of the table.

Sabrina then reached out and took Norm's wrinkled hands in hers, the old man trembling slightly at the touch of the lovely young woman. Their hands formed a circle around where the locket lay on the table. "I need you to focus on Marge now Norm. Close your eyes and picture her in your minds eye, concentrate on your love for her."

Norm nodded, closing his eyes and conjuring an image of Marge. "Okay," he said with a nod once he was ready, the image showed Marge looking at him with her usual look of disapproval and he found it a little hard to focus on his love for the stern old cow.

"Good," said Sabrina after a moment. "I am going to reach out to Marge and try and contact her now. Just keep your thoughts on your wife."

Sabrina closed her eyes and sent her spirit out in search of Norm's departed wife. Norm couldn't help but peek out at the beautiful gypsy, admiring her serene features as she closed her eyes and sought Marge's soul. Sabrina's generously proportioned chest rose and fell as she breathed heavily, a low humming noise starting to come from her throat as she reached out to Norm's wife.

"Norman?" Sabrina suddenly spoke, her eyes still closed. The gypsy's voice sounded different, it was still hers but she seemed to speak his name in a more formal, harsh tone of voice.

"What?" he asked, noticing her hands grip his tighter.

"Is that you Norman?" Sabrina asked, her voice sounded desperate.

"Yes," he replied with a frown, realizing she was using his full name. Marge had always called him Norman...no, it couldn't possibly be...

"Norman, it's me Marge," the busty fortuneteller said stiffly.

Norm gasped, the way she spoke sounded just like Marge, only with Sabrina's voice. "Marge?" he stammered uncertainly.

"Yes it's me you dolt, who'd you think it was," Sabrina snapped. "And don't stammer Norman, speak clearly."

That was definitely his wife Marge.

"I...I'm sorry to disturb your rest, but I had to speak with you," Norm said, not really sure where to begin.

"Hush," said his wife, using Sabrina's lovely mouth to speak. Sabrina's eyes were still closed, this was so weird. "I'm glad you have reached me Norman as there is something we need to talk about."

Unfinished business! So Sabrina was correct, and his wife had been haunting him. "Yes, what is it?" Norm asked her eagerly.

"I'm not really sure how to say this," said Norm's wife through Sabrina, she was obviously pissed off about something. "But apparently I didn't treat you very well in during my lifetime," the way she spoke suggested to Norm that Marge herself obviously didn't agree with this assessment. "Since I died I have not been able to leave your side," Marge continued. "It seems that before I am allowed to pass to the other side I have to make amends."

"What does that mean?" Norm asked, he was still a little shell shocked to be chatting with his wife who'd been dead for a year.

"I'm not entirely sure myself," admitted Marge, "but I guess speaking to you like this is a good place to start. A chance to apologize."

It just figured, Norm thought to himself. Marge was the one being chastised by God and yet it was him that had to suffer through her haunting.

"You know I love you, don't you Norman?" Marge said, rather sternly for a declaration of love Norm thought.

"Of course dear, and I love you too," Norm replied.

"Oh Norman!" Marge gasped with a rather unexpected display of emotion, she stood up and fiercely embraced Norm, her lips searching out his and hungrily kissing him.

Norm suddenly found his lips pressed not to his wife's, but to the sultry mouth of Madam Sabrina, her hot young body pressed against him as they embraced. Norm had been so caught up in the conversation with his wife that he'd completely forgot she was dead and that he was talking to her through the beautiful psychic woman.

Giving a small moan of pleasure, Norm went with it, passionately kissing Sabrina and squeezing her lushly curved young body tight against him. Norm breathed heavily as he held her, feeling the exotic beauties heavy breasts squashed against his chest. Almost with a mind of it's own, Norm's right hand slipped up from Sabrina's hip, reaching between their bodies to cup the side of one of Sabrina's ample breasts, feeling the warmth of the generous mound through the thin material of Sabrina's white gown. Norm's tongue slipped between her dark lips, seeking hers as their kiss grew in passion, and Norm's hand moved to cover Sabrina's ample right breast, giving the incredible orb and hungry squeeze, God it felt good to feel tits like these.

Suddenly Sabrina seemed to realize what was happening and she pushed him away from her, prying his groping hand from her breast and stepping backwards.

"Norman Palmer! Just what the hell do you think you're doing!" snapped Sabrina's voice angrily, although it was obviously Marge speaking. "You keep your hands off this young lady!" she growled.

"Sorry," Norm hurriedly apologized, feeling a little ashamed. "It just seems to real talking to you like this. Like you are really here."

"Hmm," she murmured dubiously in reply, her tone softening. "It was good to kiss you," she agreed, "but we must remember that it is through this young ladies body we are communicating."

"It felt just like you," Norm said to his wife.

Marge rested her hands on her hips and looked downwards at the body she was inhabiting, her eye's still closed. "Nonsense Norman!" she snapped, suddenly angry again. "My breasts were never this big!" she said, reaching up and cupping the underside of Sabrina's large tits through the white dress. "Let's sit down and talk, try not to get carried away again."

Norm nodded and sat back down, God those breasts had felt wonderful, he ached to touch them again, to squeeze them and to feel that incredible mouth of hers against his lips.

"I'm sorry Norm," she said, rather abruptly and with what sounded like immense sincerity, especially coming from Marge. Marge then looked around the room as if expecting something to happen. Sabrina's eyes had been closed the entire time since Marge had possessed her beautiful young body, but it appeared that Marge could see through the closed eyelids as if they were her own eyes.

Marge waited a moment longer but when nothing happened she sighed in frustration. "I thought that would do it," she said in disappointment. She frowned thoughtfully, Norm couldn't help think how funny the beautiful gypsy's face looked with a very Marge-like frown. A lot more attractive than Marge did anyway, that's for sure. "What was missing from our marriage Norman?" she asked, actually sounding a little desperate.

Norm gave a guilty blush as sex immediately came to mind, he actually thought the ghost of Marge was going to read in his mind and tell him off. "I don't know honey," Norm replied lamely.

"Please Norman!" Marge implored him. "You have to try to think. If we can't work this out I will forever be trapped in this horrible empty limbo."

And I'll be forever haunted by you, Norm silently added. "Well our bedroom wasn't exactly as fulfilling as it could have been," Norm told her, actually winced as he said it, expecting her to slap him or something.

"You mean our sex-life?" snapped Marge blunted, her tone suggested she wasn't too happy with Norm's implication.

Norm nodded uneasily, "Yeah we didn't ever do anything exciting."

"We both decided we didn't want children Norman," Marge said.

"I know, I don't mean that necessarily," it was obviously a slightly sore point so Norm decided not to push the fact that they hardly ever had sex, especially when the last few years he'd been incapable of actually having sex even if she had offered. "I mean we never did anything...different."

Her frown deepened and her mouth opened as if she were about to snap at him, then her face softened, "Perhaps not," she agreed reluctantly, reminded that she had to fix this problem if she were to ever make it to the other side. "What did you have in mind?"

Norm's blush deepened, he felt very embarrassed talking openly about this. For him and Marge, sex had been a taboo subject. "You know," he shrugged. "Like oral sex or trying different positions."

"Oral?" Marge almost gasped, obviously shocked by the mere suggestion of such a practice. "You mean you wanted me to take your filthy penis into my mouth?"

"Um...yeah," Norm confirmed helplessly, he looked down at the floor, slightly ashamed. Suddenly he almost fell off his seat in fright as Sabrina's soft young hand touched his knee and slid up his thigh. Norm's breathing rapidly became fast and shallow as the beautiful psychic's hand stroked right to the top of his thigh and she cupped his crotch through his trousers, giving it a firm squeeze. He groaned and felt a warm tingle in his crotch as she squeezed and rubbed him through his trousers. Looking up he couldn't help but stare down the front of Sabrina's dress, as she leant over to stroke his cock through his pants he got the perfect view of her very impressive cleavage and the tops of her ample breasts.

"Well if that's what you want Norman then I will comply," she said, moving to her knees on the floor in front of Norm. Norm gasped in surprise and suppressed the sudden irrational urge to run away, was she really going to do what he thought she was going to do?

Norm gave a moan of pleasure as she started to unfasten the front of his pants. His thoughts were not on his wife of forty years finally about to give him a blowjob, but on this beautiful young fortuneteller, about to give him a blowjob! He groaned as he felt her soft young hands touch his cock, drawing it out from his pants and stroking.

"Oh my goodness Norman," she murmured. Norm looked down and was also surprised to see that his cock was hard as a rock, Sabrina's olive skinned hands gliding up and down the erect length of him. He could hardly believe it, perhaps he hadn't been impotent all these years, or perhaps it was the incredible beauty of the young woman on her knees in front of him that had aroused him to full erection, the wonderful feel of her lips, her hands and her full breasts.

"Are you sure you want me to put this thing in my mouth Norman?" Marge asked, a tone of dubious disgust in her voice.

"Yes!" groaned Norm, "don't talk, just suck it!" He didn't want his wife's nagging voice to ruin what could be the sweetest experience of his sixty-six year. The beautiful gypsy leant down, her tongue slipping past her full red lips and gently fluttering over the huge throbbing head of Norm's erect penis. He gave a deep moan at the touch, her tongue swirling over the head and tasting the tiny drop of precum that had emerged there. She made a slight face at the taste, and then once again licked around the end of his cock, treating it as if it were a Popsicle.