Welcome to this week's Tuesday's Tale! This week's word prompt is "train". Eric and his sweetie are back, and he's getting the two of them into even more trouble! For a change, Eric's antics are upstaged by something out of his control. What could that be? Read the story and find out!
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We missed the train, and Eric wanted to stay in a lovely bed
and breakfast. He forgot to tell me the place was haunted.
We stood shivering at the Salem, Massachusetts outdoor train
depot. The storm bore down on us, and I wasn't looking forward to it. The sky
had already darkened so much it was like the middle of the night.
"We're going to get drenched." Eric whined.
"Want to stay at a B&B tonight instead of going home? I don't want to
wait for the next train. And I'm hungry. Let's get something to eat."
Eric was as impatient as a child. Why couldn't he wait?
"The next train is only a half hour away. We're under a
canopy. We won't get wet." I said.
"It's already started raining, and it's supposed to
turn into a thunderstorm. Look! Lightning! Did you see that?" He pointed
towards Salem proper. The wind picked up, tossing my hair about my head. Warm
air chilled. I saw the flash of light in the sky, and realized I didn't want to
stay at the outdoor station any more than he did.
I relented, against my better judgment. We should have
waited for the train. I had no idea Eric was about to get us into even more
trouble!
"I know exactly where to go. Follow me. The place is
only two blocks away." He raced ahead of me, trying to beat the rain. I
followed as best as I could, although my feet and legs hurt trying to keep up
with him. We made it through the door of a small stone inn the moment the
downpour fell. The sign out front read "Cyrus Blackburn Bed And
Breakfast".
I recognized it. It was recently covered on "Ghost
Hunters".
"You're taking me to a haunted B&B"? I hissed,
hoping the landlady who approached us didn't hear me. "Are you out of your mind? I'm not
staying here!"
"I thought you didn't believe in that sort of
thing," he said.
"I don't, but that doesn't mean I won't get the
willies. You saw the show. A demon lives in the basement! And a screaming woman
haunts Room Two! Let's head back to the train station. We can make it in time
for the next one. I want to sleep in my own, warm bed tonight."
"Oh, come on. This will be fun! We might even meet a
ghost."
"No thanks."
"Too late. We won't get to the station in time for the
next train, anyway. I know your little legs can't run that fast."
I smirked, resigned to my fate. "I'll get back at you
for this. I'll kill you in your sleep."
He grinned, just pleased as all get-out with himself.
"You won't be sorry. We'll have a blast." He turned to the landlady.
"Do you have any rooms available? We're caught in the rain and want to
stay here for the night. Missed our train."
"Yes, we have rooms available. King or double
beds?" The landlady asked.
"King, of course. We're married. We don't live in
sin." Eric winked and grinned, an infectious expression that caused the
landlady to laugh. "Not that we don't want to."
I couldn't believe he said that! "Behave
yourself!" I exclaimed.
"It's quite alright, Miss. How about a room on the
second floor? King sized bed with a small table in a nook overlooking the
garden in the rear." The landlady walked to her registration desk and
pulled out a key. This was a regular brass key, not one of those key cards you
see in hotels. Very old school.
I realized I was hungry and tired, and the place was lovely;
cozy in that English Murder Mystery kind of way. I fully expected to drink a
snifter of brandy over a body in the parlor.
"That sounds good." I said as Eric pulled out his
credit card and signed the room over to us. "Are there any restaurants
around here that deliver? I don't feel like walking in that deluge." The
rain pounded on the house, drowning out all other sound.
"Of course," the landlady said, and she handed me
several brochures. "There are Chinese, Italian, and pizza restaurants
nearby that deliver. There's even an Ethiopian restaurant two blocks
away."
"Chinese sounds good," I gave Eric a look that
said we were eating Chinese over any objections on his part. It was the least
he could do for getting us trapped in Salem overnight, even if the B&B was
picture postcard pretty.
We followed the landlady to our room, and I was stunned to
see it was Room Two.
Oh, no, the screaming woman! I didn't want to admit I was
scared silly because I'd look foolish. Besides, nothing could possibly happen.
Ghosts weren't real!
Yeah, keep telling yourself that.
Despite the spooky vibe, the room was exactly how I pictured
it would be - spacious and decorated in Victorian splendor with a Delft blue
theme. Within an hour I enjoyed my crab Rangoon with General Tso's chicken, and
Eric ate spring rolls with shrimp lo mein. After we ate, I faded fast. It was
only 8 pm but it was very dark and dank outside. Once upon a midnight dreary...
"Let's test the bed," Eric said as he stripped.
Within moments he stood naked before me. I sat before him, not budging.
"Why aren't you taking your clothes off? We can have a little fun, you
know. Hint, hint." He winked at me, clearly oblivious to my obvious
distress.
"I'm not undressing. There's a ghost in this
room!"
"Oh, come on. You know this place isn't really haunted.
It's just what they tell tourists to sell rooms. Hauntings are all the rage
these days, especially haunted inns and B&Bs. Nothing's going to happen.
Besides, I'll protect you." He took me by the hands, stood me up, and
lifted my t-shirt over my head. "I'll take your mind off the ghoulies and
ghosties. You'll have so much fun you won't even think about them."
Within moments we were beneath those plush sheets and I was
surprised to see I was feeling a bit frisky. The idea of a ghost spying on us
turned me on, even if the ghost was likely to scream at us. Eric lay on top of
me, one arm wrapped around me and the other between my legs, fingers thrumming
my pussy. I heated up very quickly, and he was hard and ready to go. Did Eric
ever rest? The man walked around with an endless hard-on, and he enjoyed
tormenting me with it. Not that I didn't get off on it myself.
Soon he thrust inside me, keeping time with a clock that
ticked on a fireplace mantelpiece. I closed my eyes and lost myself in his
embrace. He was right - a stay at a B&B was a good idea. As he worked his
magic on me, the bed rocked back and forth, creaking loudly, the brass
headboard banging against the wall. I listened to sounds coming from the
adjacent room - chattering, laughing, and glasses tinkling. Someone held a
party next door.
"Shhh, don't rock the bed so much. Those people will
hear us." I whispered.
"Let them! Maybe they'll offer us some booze."
"You're so bad. I don't want perfect strangers knowing
we're getting it on. Keep it down!"
"Darlin', nothing on me is going down any time soon,
except on you!" He laughed and
dived between my legs, spreading my thighs apart as he buried his head in my
bush. I couldn't help myself - I laughed so loudly I startled myself.
Chattering in the next room momentarily ceased, and then a chorus of cheers
roared. Embarrassed, I giggled into the pillow.
How were we going to face all those people at breakfast in
the morning?
I enjoyed more than a few orgasms that night, in part
knowing we had a captive audience next door. I knew how much Eric got off on
attracting attention during his numerous trysts, so he had a blast as well. The
storm roared throughout the night. Lightning flashed, illuminating the windows.
Tree branches brushed against the glass as they were tossed in a torrential
wind. With each flash of light shadows flickered in the corners, taking on
frightening shapes that unnerved me. The crowd in the adjacent room laughed and
cheered with each round of thunder. I was tempted to walk next door and ask for
a night cap, but I didn't know those people, and to party crash would have been
rude. A party during a thunderstorm sounded like great fun.
When I awakened the next morning to clear, sunny skies and
the sound of birdsong, I felt refreshed and famished. I wondered what the
landlady would serve for breakfast?
I also wondered when we'd meet the people in the room next
door, and if they'd give us knowing looks at the dining room table. I blushed
at the thought.
The dining room was laid out with all manner of breakfast
goodies - homemade muffins, scrambled eggs, savory sausages, a big plate full
of bacon, homemade hash browns, English muffins and bagels with butter and
jams. Our choice of coffee or tea and orange juice or cranberry juice. My mouth
watered at the sight. I was so glad Eric suggested staying here. The place was
beautiful, the service delightful, the atmosphere electric, and the food looked
simply scrumptious.
And no ghosts, screaming or otherwise.
We were the first to come down for breakfast. It was only 8
am, but I expected our next door neighbors to roll in any second. The landlady
came out and poured our coffee for us. She said she served both coffee and tea
since she had guests from around the world, and some drank tea. Americans liked
their coffee.
"Have the people in Room Three come down yet? I heard
them in their room last night." I said.
"There is no one in Room Three," the landlady
said. "The two of you stayed here alone last night. There are no other
guests in the B&B."
I sat, stunned, holding the coffee cup motionless before my
face.
"But I heard a party going on it the room next to
us." I said.
The landlady's eyebrows shot upward. "What time did you
hear the party?"
"About ten or eleven o'clock," Eric said. "No
one was here last night? Really?"
"Yes. I can explain what you heard though. It's rather
exciting. Most people don't experience the Room Three haunting."
"Room Three haunting?" I dreaded her explanation.
"Back in 1912 the original owners held a party in this
house, and the man who stayed in that room strangled his wife to death after
having a few guests in the room for a late-night get-together that got out of
hand. People who stay in the room experience nothing, but those in Rooms Two
and Four sometimes hear a party going on in that room. We haven't had a Room
Three experience in about ten years."
"The Room Three story wasn't covered on 'Ghost
Hunters'," Eric said.
"We didn't tell the team the story of our B&B. They
picked up on a few things, but they got no vibes from Room Three. I wasn't
surprised. As I said, it's been a decade since anything happened in
there." She smiled. "I hope your stay wasn't unpleasant. Despite the
hauntings, our guests have always enjoyed their time here."
"I had a wonderful time!" Eric said as he
sprinkled pepper on his eggs. "We had an audience last night. That was
thrilling."
Not wanting Eric to explain why we had an audience, I spoke
quickly so he couldn't continue. "We did hear a party, and the guests sort
of responded to us. It's creepy, I must admit. Wow, my first ghostly
experience. I'll have to tell our friends about this."
"I hope you come back someday, and that you weren't
freaked out too much," the landlady said.
I must admit I did enjoy our stay, and for once Eric's
sexual peccadillos weren't the highlight of the evening. We booked the same
room for our wedding anniversary, which was a few weeks away on the first day
of summer. I looked forward to doing a little ghost hunting in the dead of
night myself!
