Erica, Luca & The Legend - Sex Stories

Erica, Luca & The Legend

... cared? “Oh Luca! How thoughtful. It’s just right. Thanks!”

We sat across from each other at the kitchen island. Once again his eyes caught mine. Those deep, entrancing, gold-flecked eyes. This time I managed to break away to enjoy the food and wine.

As if expected, and just as I wanted, I spent the night and slept the sleep of the dead. Only waking from the smell of coffee as he walked into the room.

“I made you a latte. I hope that’s okay?”

Was I in some fourth dimension or had I just never met a real, thoughtful, handsome, sexy gentleman before? Maybe I’d finally kissed my last toad.

“Oh, that’s perfect, Luca. Thank you.”

After another coffee, we had a minor replay of our recent sexual antics and then dressed for the day. I’d not foreseen the need for fresh, casual clothes so we stopped, very briefly, at my apartment and then spent the day at the zoo.

I never imagined that the zoo could be romantic, but I guess it’s all in the mind anyway. Every time he looked at me to explain something about an animal or their habitat (he knew a lot about both) our eyes would meet and I felt myself being drawn closer and closer to him, in the most intimate, sensual manner. It was almost like I was his captive but in a totally willing, desirable way. Knowing that I could walk away at any moment made me want to be with him all that much more.

He wanted to take me to dinner. I wanted that so bad, but I also knew there were things I absolutely had to do before work ...

... tomorrow. I explained and he understood. But did he?

“No worries sweetie. I’ll call you tomorrow and we’ll get together soon.”

“Promise?” I was so fuckin’ insecure. I wanted to take that back as I was blabbering it out.

Soon, we were at my building. He walked me to the door, where he looked deeply into my eyes as he held me. “Erica, I really enjoyed our time together. You’re a special woman.” Then we kissed. I was falling into a pool of love and he’d enjoyed our time together. How do you respond to that?

The kiss broke, and, as he turned to walk away, I said, “You’re a special guy Luca. I also really enjoyed our time together. Talk to you later.” His arm went up in the air, his hand waving, as he got in his car and roared away. I almost started crying. I was a mess.

I’d attached a special ringtone to his number. At work Monday I was willing it to ring—no such luck. Had to be that night then—no such luck. Was he ghosting me already? If for nothing else, he had to want a redo of our sex. It’d been the most fantastic I’d ever had and he was only a few years older than me.

Same thing on Tuesday—nothing. Then Wednesday night, at 7:31, his tone sounded. I grabbed the phone and almost answered it on the second ring, but waited until it was about to go to voice mail. I had a shred of self-control left.

“Oh, hi Luca.”

“Hey, Erica! Sorry I didn’t call sooner, but I’ve been going nonstop on this new project.” Fuck! Of course. The new project that he’d told me about. ...