Who is the Real Luke Davis? - Sex Stories

Who is the Real Luke Davis?

... times Kyra was reading his stories and playing with herself over at his house, in front of his computer. But in actuality this had become an almost daily occurrence, sometimes multiple times a day. She would find herself thinking about Luke the way his character was in his stories, totally in love with her, totally hot for her. Those thoughts made her incredibly horny too, every time. She thought she must have made herself cum a hundred times fantasizing about making love to Luke. He would love her completely, totally, like he loved the babysitter, like his main characters loved their women in all the stories he wrote.

Luke knew it would take him just over 5 minutes to get home from the restaurant. He asked for the check. He wanted to give her time enough to get warmed up, but hopefully not enough time to finish, and he couldn't be sure how long the waitress would take to bring it. When she did, just a few minutes later, he left a big tip for all the time he'd taken up, and got into his car to head home.

Luke's heart was beating faster. He planned on entering the house quietly. Maybe she'd hear his key in the lock, but then again, maybe he'd be able to surprise her. He parked just down the street, not wanting the sound of the car or the garage door to give him away. He went in through the back door. It was farthest from the den where the computer was. As he entered, the house was silent. He closed the door behind him slowly, turning the knob so as to avoid even the ...

... click of the latch. He slipped out of his shoes and proceeded in stocking feet toward the den. The door was closed. He stood outside for a moment. He thought maybe he heard faint rapid rubbing sounds coming from inside, but it was hard to be sure. As normally as possible, he opened the door.

"Kyra? You in here?" He called out as normally as he could.

"What the fuck?" He saw her right hand fly rapidly from her crotch toward the surface of the keyboard, as her left hand, at the same time moved toward the keyboard from under her top. She quickly scooted the chair forward toward the desk. "Luke! You're home."

Her face was flushed. Luke walked into the room. Her top had not fallen completely down. He could see the bottom part of her breast peeking out from beneath it although the nipple was covered. Her shorts were still on, mostly, but he could see, despite her efforts to slide the chair as close under the desk as possible, that they were unzipped and unbuttoned.

"Yeah it was a super-quick fix and they let me change to an earlier flight." He was speaking normally, as if he hadn't noticed anything, then he let his eyes linger on her partially exposed breast and her unbuttoned shorts. "Is everything OK?" He let her see that he was reacting to her shock and surprise.

"Yeah. Everything's good." Kyra shifted to let her top fall back to normal and focused in front of her at the computer screen. She quickly clicked to close an open window so only the Google home screen was ...