Who is the Real Luke Davis? - Sex Stories

Who is the Real Luke Davis?

... pulled the same tricks in flirting with him, changing the way she dressed, addressing the age difference head on and minimizing it, holding eye contact, encouraging him to stare at her, and...none of it mattered. If Kyra was "Confused" it sure didn't seem like either of them was confused any longer. If somehow she was reading more than just that one story of his, if she was reading his other stories too when she played with herself, well then so much the better. He had poured his fantasy soul out into those stories. If she had looked into his fantasy soul and liked what she saw there, then Wow! She might be even more the perfect woman than he had so far dared to dream!

Luke greeted Kyra at the door. They kissed. It was sweet, and it was hot. Her lips were soft, and they were warm, and they were real! She was real! And she felt his passion, not just in her head. She felt it in his lips and his arms the way they held her. After what seemed like forever, but still not long enough, Luke pulled away.

"You look absolutely beautiful, Kyra."

"You look pretty great yourself."

I've been thinking about this, and I think it would be nice if we started with some touch time to help our bodies tune in to each other, to catch up to where our brains have already been."

"OK." Kyra was a little uncertain.

Luke smiled and led her to the bedroom. "Now sit here." He motioned to the bed. "Just go with me. Close your eyes."

Kyra closed her eyes. Luke sat down next to her and ...

... began to lightly touch her face with his fingertips.

"Keep them closed?" she asked.

"Yes. Mine are closed too." He felt around her body, gently but steadily. "We're going to strip each other. All the way. Until we're both naked. Then we can open our eyes. Sound like fun?"

"Mmmmmm. Sounds like fun"

"No peeking. We'll see each other soon enough."

Luke grabbed her face with both hands and finding her lips, he kissed her deeply. His fingertips reached back behind her ears, tilting her head up to meet his. The kiss sealed their connection, they could only feel each other, and anticipate where touch would come next. "Let's take turns. Stand up please. I'll go first." They both stood. He kissed down her neck and let his hands roam down her sides, slowly until at last they came to her waist. He grabbed the bottom of her shirt and began to lift. She held her arms up to help, until the shirt was all the way off. He felt for her again, letting his hands guide him, and kissed at the top of her breasts, right above the bra line. "Your turn."

She ran her hands across his shoulders, back and forth a couple of times getting the feel, then she traced down to his elbows and over to his chest, then down to just above the belly button, before letting her hands drop to his waist, and unbuttoning the top button on his jeans. She began to tug them down, teasingly, then stopped, laughed, and reached around him to lift the back of his shirt, then around to the front, then up, up, over ...