Wright Place

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"Jesus!" Megan almost dropped her phone. She looked out the rain streaked drivers window and saw the yellow poncho clad tow truck driver, Bob or Bill something. She rolled her window down. The cool night air and the smell of damp and leaves wafted in.

"Everything alright...sir?" Megan hit send on her text to Andrew to let him know about the flat tire she got outside of Bumblefuck, Pennsylvania.

"No, ma'am. You see, you got no spare." The driver pointed to her trunk.

Megan climbed out of the car into the light steady rain and walked around back to see what the hell he was talking about.

"You see? Somebody took it out but didn't put it back."

Megan balled her hands into fists. "Fuck!" She took a deep breath. "Can you fix my flat?"

The tow truck driver shook his head. "I'd have to tow you to the shop. But it's almost 9 pm. Can't fix it till morning."

Megan glared at the driver in disbelief. He just shrugged his shoulders and muttered a half-hearted apology. Megan had seen nothing but trees and some fields this far. She pointed her chin into the darkness the tow truck had come from. "Any good hotels that way?"

"No ma'am. But Miss Gertie has a nice lil B'n'B. I'm sure you could stay there. It's on the way to the shop."

Megan kicked her flat tire, "Great."

A lone mailbox that had Gertie's and the number 23 underneath in hand painted script marked the path to the B'n'B. The tow truck eased off the main road. The lights of a house peeking through the thick dark trees. The rain seemed to be coming down heavier now. The tow truck slowly made it's way along the path. Megan was sure the path was getting smaller, the trees taller, their branches stretching out toward them. A feeling of dread creeping along her spine, she clutched the bag in her lap a little tighter. Finally the trees gave way, the darkness faded back. In the clearing stood a life size doll house. It's tower loomed in the darkness. The shadows of the house jutted and stabbed at all angles. The light from the windows casting eerie shapes onto the rain drenched landscape.

The driver grabbed the ring hanging from the lion's mouth and rapped the door three times. Megan starred into the metal, life less eyes of the lion. A chill came over her. The sound of a lock being undone. The door handle jiggled and the door creaked opened.

"Good evening Gertie."

A small plump grandmother stood in the doorway. Her white hair tied up in a bun, classic librarian glasses on the tip of her nose. A warm smile spread across her delightful face. "Why good evening Billy. What brings you out on a night like this?"

Bill told Gertie about the flat tire, the missing spare and that Megan needed a room. He helped Megan with her suit case, gave her his card and told her to call him in the morning. He said his goodbyes, Bill and her car were quickly swallowed up by the night.

"Dear, you look absolutely drenched. Let's get you to your room." Gertie motioned for Megan to follow. The spiral staircase was stunning. Megan ran her fingers along the wooden railing.

"They don't make them like this anymore dear."

Megan smiled at Gertie, "No, they sure don't."

Gertie reached a door in the hallway and opened it. She stepped back, and allowed Megan to enter. The room was not very big. The queen size bed with it's massive wooden headboard commanded the room. At the foot of the bed was a white fireplace, two old lamps framed a gold mirror hanging from the wall. At the windows, two antique chairs sat beside a small round table adorned with a white table cloth. The walls were a burnt orange color, the carpet light grey or tan, the old lighting made it hard to tell. Gertie followed her into the room.

"There are towels over here on the dresser Dear. And the bathroom is down the hall. Last door on the right." She pointed down the hall as she made her way to the door. "Would you like some tea? Or perhaps some soup?"

Megan sat her suitcase down near the bed. "Both would be fantastic. Thank you, Gertie."

Gertie headed back to the stairs with a smile and a nod, leaving Megan alone to dry off and change.

Megan began unbuttoning her damp blouse when she got the feeling she was being watched. She looked around, the curtains were closed. The door was closed. But the feeling remained. She was suddenly aware of how cold the room was. Was it this cold the whole time? She was wet, her hair saturated and clingy. Just a chill she figured.

She let her blouse fall to the floor, followed by her bra. Megan unclasped her slacks and let them slide down her legs and crumple to her feet. She grabbed a towel off the dresser, and began drying her chestnut hair. Staring absently into the dresser mirror. She stopped suddenly. There was a figure sitting in one of the chairs by the window. She covered her breasts and spun. She was about to scream. But no one was there. No figure. Just two empty chairs.

"For fuck's sake girl. Get your shit together." She finished drying her hair. Megan laid her favorite yoga pants and a halter top on the bed. She glanced at the chair. Still nothing. Old house must be playing tricks on her.

Megan stepped into her yoga pants and slid them up her toned legs. Just as she pulled the drawstrings tight, she heard footsteps in the hall. There was a creak and the footsteps stopped.

Quickly Megan pulled her tank top over her head, and made for the door. She yanked it open. Nothing. She stepped into the hall. Looked left. Then Right.

Empty. She turned to head back into the room and when she stepped, the floor creaked. Megan stopped. Pressed her foot to the floor. Creak. She quickly returned to the room and grabbed her phone. No response from Andrew. No signal.

"Fuck." Megan grabbed a hair tie from her bag, and pulled her hair into a quick ponytail. She stepped back into the hallway. Creak. Rather quickly, she made for the stairs.

The hallway was lined with old photographs. Megan didn't stop to study them, but she did take note of major details as she passed. A few were of men, wearing military uniforms, civil war style mustaches. Old suits. Women in long ornate dresses with extra backsides. A bustle, she thought to herself. A couple of pictures of an old train. Some children. The house. And a man. Megan stopped. At the top of the stairs was a picture of a man. He had the most intense eyes Megan had ever seen. She stared at the picture. Studied the mans handsome face. Those eyes stared right back at her. No. Through her. She felt goosebumps run down both her arms.

"Henry Robert Wright."

Megan Jumped.

Gerti chuckled; "I'm sorry Dear. I didn't mean to scare you."

Megan gathered herself back up and gave Gerti a sheepish smile. "That's okay. I'm a bit on edge tonight."

She glanced at the photo another moment, before descending the stairs.

"This is his house." Gerti lead Megan to the dining area. "Built in 1896. Two weeks before the Twin Shaft Disaster."

"Twin Shaft?"

Gerti motioned Megan to a chair. "Coal mine explosion in Pittston City."

"Was Mr.Wright a miner?"

Gerti poured tea into Megan's cup. "Oh, no. He was an agent for the railroad. Let me get your soup Dear."

Megan sipped her tea. The warmth spreading through her chest. Gerti scurried back carrying a steaming bowl.

"Chicken noodle. Perfect for a cool wet night like tonight." She set the soup in front of Megan. "Careful Dear, it's hot. Fresh off the stove."

Gerti took her seat and picked up her cup of tea. "How long have you been married?"

Megan was startled.

"I'm sorry Dear. I saw the ring and assumed.."

"Oh...no. You're right. Not married. Well, not yet." She raised her hand to Gerti to show off the ring, "Engaged."

"Good for you!" Gerti took her hand and examined the ring. "Ohhh, that is a beauty!"

As Gerti continued to examine the ring, Megan thought she heard footsteps upstairs.

"Hey, Gerti? How many guests are staying here tonight?"

Gerti looked at Megan over her glasses before letting go of Megan's hand. She pushed her glasses up.

"Just you Dear. It's too early in the season you know."

Megan noticed a change in Gerti. The warm grandmother slipped away, briefly. Gerti smiled, picked up her tea and stood.

"You finish your soup Dear. It's getting late and I'm an old lady." She sipped her tea, "Goodnight Ms. Brown."

Megan could barely utter goodnight before Gerti was gone. Not weird at all Megan thought.

Megan returned to her room and immediately caught a chill. Her nipples hardened. Damn, it was cold. She checked her phone. Still no response. Still no signal. She sent a goodnight text with a kiss emoji to Andrew anyway. She untied the drawstrings on her yoga pants, and let them slip away. Goose flesh immediately covered her toned legs. She pulled the covers back on the bed, shut the light off and climbed under the covers.

Megan pulled the covers up to her ears and snuggled in as deep as she could. Warm. She checked the time. 11:42.

Megan awoke with a start. Her breath was short, her heart pounding in her ears. She sat up. Looked around the room. Nothing. She laid back staring at the ceiling. Bad dream. She slowed her breathing. Relax. The room felt warmer. She checked the time. 12:03. She rolled over and closed her eyes.

Footsteps.

Creak.

She sat up. Straining to see the door in the dark. Quiet. But the feeling of being watched returned. Her pulse quickened. There's someone in the chair! She fumbled with the light. The weak bulb coming to life. Nothing. The chairs were empty.

"Great. I'm staying in a haunted bed and breakfast." Megan shut the light off fell back onto the pillows. She closed her eyes. Megan was sure she could smell flowers before drifting back to sleep.

Andrew's slender fingers lightly caressed her hair. He softly kissed her ear, along her cheek. His lips every so lightly traced a line along her neck. Megan giggled. Andrew's smooth cheek brushed against her chin as he playfully planted little kisses on her collar and neck. He kissed her, delicately sucking on her lower lip. She looked into his blue eyes and kissed him back. Andrew took hold of the hem of her shirt and freed her of it.

Megan pulled her ponytail out and shook her hair. She let it fall loose and unruly with a playful laugh.

Andrew pulled her close and kissed her neck. Her shoulder. Megan ran her fingers through his sandy colored hair. Smelling his shampoo. A soft moan escaping her lips as silky fingers caressed her breasts. Fingers and thumbs kneading her erect nipples.

Megan pushes down on Andrew's head. His hands run along her sides sending chills throughout. His lips kissing here, there, making her tummy twitch with pleasure. His fingers run over her panties and along her thighs. His chin and nose brush the front of her panties.

"Mmmmmm..Andrew."

But he continues down. Kissing her knees, her shins. His hands run along her feet. His lips find each toe. Slowly. He kisses the bottom of her foot, her ankle. His hands softly massaging her taut calf. Andrew releases her leg and attends to the other one starting at the bottom of her foot. His hands running up and down her legs.

Andrew plants little kisses on her thighs. Left. Then Right. Slowly climbing her legs. Megan can feel his breath through her cotton panties. Her own breath quickens in anticipation. She could feel herself growing wetter.

"Andrew" Megan cooed.

Megan's eyes flew open. Ceiling.

"Fuck." She laid there, hot and wet. Hot. She was sweaty. The blanket was off the bed. Her tank top gone. Her panties wet. Her nipples ached. She checked the time. 1:36.

She rolled onto her stomach and buried her face in the pillows. Her hand found it's way into her panties. She gently rubbed her clit. Her hips rocking up and down. Her eyes closed. She continued to rub her clit, the faint smell of flowers filling her nose.

Andrew kissing the back of her neck and shoulders. Heavy hands working there way down. Thick fingers lifting and closing on the band of her panties. Tugging them down her thighs. Over her calves. Ripped free of her feet. Large hands running up the backs of her legs. Squeezing her buttocks.

"God yes."

Megan raises her hips. Strong hands seized her hips and lifted her off the bed. Megan brings her knees under her. Face down. Ass up. She was starting to drip. Wide fingers on each side of her pussy lips, squeezing and prodding. Her clit was throbbing.

"Andrew" she pleaded.

Megan was ready to burst. She needed to be fucked. She was rolling her hips, searching for the fingers trying to get them inside her. She felt Andrew grab her ass, spreading her cheeks apart. His hot breath on her soaked pussy. His mouth engulfed her. Lips and clit, tongue and teeth. She could feel his chin working, the light stubble scratching at her inner thighs. She clenched her fists, squeezing pillow and sheet between her fingers. Tongue probing, penetrating. Her clit getting nipped by teeth making her jump and squeal with pleasure.

She held herself up as far as she could. Arched her back. Gritted her teeth. She reached behind her and snagged a handful of Andrew's dark hair. She pulled his face into her pussy as hard as she could. The orgasm crashed into her. Knocking her to the bed as the waves of pleasure blew through her.

Megan started to catch her breath, when her hair was wrested up. She was yanked upright and thrust into the head board. Her cheek flattened against the wood. She was held there shocked and out of breath. Something heavy and thick dropped onto her ass. She felt it's length slide along her cleft and fall between her legs. She felt the head tap her in the stomach. She groped between her legs and found the massive member. She wrapped her fingers around as much as she could and began stroking.

"Oh my god."

As soon as the words escaped her mouth the beast broke free of her grasp. The head found her pussy. Fear entered her mind and was quickly shoved out as the head split her lips. The walls of her pussy spread and began pulling. It wanted it all. She wanted it all.

She could feel the cock filling her. Then back out. All the way to the tip. Then back in. She felt the pleasure building. The cock gaining speed. Not to fast, but forceful. The slap of skin. Then back out. The head was pushed out, followed by her juices. Then back in. She couldn't think anymore. The hand holding her to the head board was making it difficult for her to fuck back. She gritted her teeth.

"Harder."

Without hesitation the stokes became shorter but harder. She was being pounded into the head board. Her fingernails digging into the antique wood. Her legs began to shake, she could hear her pussy squelching over her moans and cries. She let out a scream and convulsed. The cock kept pumping, not relenting. She was going to cum again. Megan's senses were overloaded she could not stop him, her legs were numb. Powerless. She felt like she was going to pass out. The cock slipped out. Her hair was tugged. She was being pulled off the bed. She tried to get her legs under her, but they were jelly. She was tossed to the floor.

She caught herself as best she could. Looked toward her lover and was greeted with his massive cock in her face. Her fluids dripping from it. She grabbed it with both hands and hungrily engulfed it with her mouth. She worked the shaft with her hands her tongue twirling around the head, bobbing and sucking with every once of energy. She looked into her lovers eyes. Those dark, intense eyes. His cock throbbed and unloaded in her mouth. There was too much, it overflowed running down her chin. Splattered on her nose. She coughed. Swallowed. Looked into those intense eyes and rubbed the wet cock around her lips and face. She was panting heavily, hair matted to her forehead and face. Cheek red and bruised. She smiled at him as she licked his delicious cock. He smiled back.

Megan continued to play with his cock as it grew softer in her hands. He cupped the back of her head with a large hand and pulled her to her feet. He tossed her to the bed.

"More." she pleaded.

But there was no response. Only the sound of the rain pelting the windows.

"Henry?"

But there was no one there. Megan collapsed on the bed. The fragrance of flowers faded, replaced by the smell of the rain.