For her inspiration, thank you to gimmie_your_load, a self-described fellatrix and author on Literotica.
For her invaluable editing and suggestions, much appreciation is given to Simone Lisbon, an accomplished writer here on Literotica.
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It is the Atlanta Men's club; the year, 1937. Four elderly gentlemen are whiling away the evening hours, seated in overstuffed chairs of imported wood and leather. They are drinking top shelf scotches and bourbons, smoking fine cigars, and regaling one another with stories of days gone by.
"Come, come, Hobday. Certainly you have a story to tell."
"Indeed I do, gentlemen. But I must warn you, what you are about to hear is quite unbelievable. Yet, I swear to you every word is true."
"My dear fellow, we'll be the judge of that," chided one man as he tossed back the last swallow of his Glenfiddich.
"Very well then," began Hobday.
"The year was 1887, late fall. My bride, Elyssa and I were journeying by train along the eastern seaboard of the United States. Upstate New York was beautiful then, showing off its splendor of multicolored leaves adorning the Maple and Birch trees. As we travelled through this Adirondack wonderland, I was contemplating a philosophical metaphor between the living and dying."
On the wings of Hobday's memory, his story carries the gentlemen back 50 years...
Elyssa touched her husband's hand and said, "Robert what are you thinking, dear?"
Robert proclaimed it was nothing important but mused, "It's ironic how the trees sprout their greenery and give us respite from the summer sun; yet the leaves are the most beautiful, the most vibrant just as they are about to die."
Little did he know how much these words would come to haunt him for the rest of his life.
With only two weeks left of their honeymoon, Robert and Elyssa had decided to travel to New Brunswick to pay a visit to Elyssa's sister, Ruth. Ruth lived in the small town of Fredericton within a section known as Devon, but the train ran only as far as the village of Fredericton Junction which was about twenty-five miles southwest of the provincial capitol. From there, the couple would have to venture by horse-drawn carriage to their destination.
The slow train ride from New York to Fredericton Junction took about twenty hours. Within the confines of their Pullman, the newlyweds spent the night in a state of restless sleep, each concerned about the long coach trip they had ahead of them. Dawn broke as they stepped down onto the platform, searching anxiously for the previously arranged coach.
"Are you the Hobdays?" asked the driver.
"We are indeed," said Robert with a relieved smile.
Their baggage was loaded and they began their long day's journey over muddy trails. It was getting near sunset when Robert and Elyssa arrived at their destination, cold and hungry. Although small and rustic, the isolated inn on Rue Union just south of Miles Street, could not have appeared more inviting to these weary travelers. They were met at the door by a rather gaunt, pale faced man who seemed older than his years.
"Welcome to our humble establishment. You are Mr. and Mrs. Hobday?"
After providing confirmation of their identity, Robert and Elyssa, along with their luggage were taken to an upstairs bedroom. It was a very welcome, cozy environment. A warm fire crackled in the fireplace, its yellow-orange glow bathing the room and four-poster in a romantic dance of shadow and light.
The same man who had met them at the door and who had ushered them to their room, now extended an invitation to freshen up and return to the downstairs parlor for hors d'oeuvres and dinner.
The Hobdays were quite hungry as they surveyed the table of appetizers. It seemed to Robert there was an inordinate amount of protein spread before them. There were meats, cheeses, some crackers and breads, and a pitcher of juice to quench the parched throats of the wayfarers. As they partook of the pre-meal snacks, Robert wondered what the tasty concoction of juice was he had poured for himself.
"Elysa, my dear, what do you make of this refreshing juice? What do you suppose it is?"
Before his wife could hazard a guess, the Hobdays heard another woman's voice from across the room.
Speaking slowly and deliberately she said, "It is a mixture of pineapple and coconut juices, with just a splash of... cream... and sugar. It is a recipe I... acquired... from a mixologist in the West Indies. It is one of my favorites. I hope you like it." She spoke with intent, emphasizing words that seemed only important to her.
As the woman approached Robert and Elyssa, she smiled and introduced herself. "Hello. I am... Lucia, your hostess. I bid you welcome and I hope your stay is most pleasurable."
Lucia was astonishingly attractive. She had a certain dark countenance, enhanced by auburn hair, brown eyes, and pronounced, ruby red lips. Robert became uneasily attracted to her beauty and charm.
"Uh, yes," Robert stammered. "The drink is quite tasty. Er... uh..., please allow me to introduce my wife, Elyssa."
Elyssa immediately felt the tension between Lucia and her husband. It made her feel uncomfortable, but she maintained her composure. "Hello, Lucia. Thank you for your hospitality."
