Who is the Real Luke Davis? - Sex Stories

Who is the Real Luke Davis?

... mean Luke."

"I've gotta fly to Denver for a job, but I should be back tonight, no later than eleven I think, midnight at the latest. Are you available to pick up Ethan at school and watch him?"

"Sure Luke. No problem at all."

"Thanks Kyra. You're amazing. I'll see you tonight then." He liked her calling him Luke now. It felt right. That's interesting, he thought, but didn't spend too much time pondering. He had gear to pack, a part to pick up, and a plane to catch.

"See you tonight, Luke. Don't worry about us. We'll be fine." Luke knew they'd be fine. He trusted her. He relied on her more than he liked to admit. He also really liked the sound of her voice as she'd said his name.

Only the day before, Luke had an idea. Thinking ahead to the next time Kyra would come over, he was betting there was no way she could stay away from his laptop. He wanted to see the look on her face if she read that story again. Luke didn't think Kyra would be able to find any of his other stories. He thought there was no way she could know he'd already uploaded a dozen other stories to Literotica. But he was pretty sure that if she'd read that first babysitter story once, especially after a few days to think about it, she was going to want to read it again, probably more than once.

So Luke researched how to remotely turn on his laptop's webcam, and get it to record. With luck, she'd read the story, and he'd get to see all her reactions. He set the camera to record from 4pm, which ...

... was just after Ethan would normally get home from school, until midnight, by which time he expected to be there.

The job was over quicker than expected. By 7pm Luke was at Denver International Airport waiting for his flight home to Phoenix. The flight gave him a good couple of hours to think about Kyra, sitting at his home right now, maybe even reading his story as he flew towards her. She'd been using his first name. That was new. What was that other thing she said? Oh yeah, "Make sure I'm the first girl you call." And then there was the eye contact. Maybe she really did have a secret thing for him. Maybe reading his story was getting her excited. Maybe she'd be waiting for him wearing lingerie, or nothing at all wrapped in a silk robe. Maybe Kyra was plotting ways to seduce him like Kara thought of seducing Lance in his story. She could be waiting in the bathtub with candles around it and rose petals floating on the water. Luke's dick was hard as he thought again about the possibilities.

"Can I make this happen?" He kept turning it over in his mind. Maybe there was something he could do to help turn fantasy into reality. Then he remembered an idea he'd heard once. One thing he could do to help move things along, is simply to try and picture it when he was with her. It was a way to help get all those non-verbal energies and paths of communication flowing. Whenever he was with her, he would just think about kissing her, think about teasing her nipples with his tongue, ...