1. Erica, Luca & The Legend


    Date: 5/9/2024, Categories: Supernatural, Author: Kee 

    ... order anything.”

“Oh... no, you misunderstand. These are from Signore Accardi. He wished me to deliver them personally. With his compliments.”

God, I’d totally forgotten. I never expected him to actually send me things. “Ah... yes, sure. I’d appreciate it.”

He followed behind me with an armload of boxes. Then quickly and quietly followed me into my apartment, placed them on a table and was gone. I saw the various labels on them: Nordstrom, Saks, Bloomingdale's, Prada, Alexander Wang. God, what had he done!? I dropped my things and began opening them. Everything from shoes to blouses, skirts, dresses, lingerie. All in multiple sizes, obviously to be sure at least one of each item would fit me. Then I saw the note card: “Erica, a small token. I hope you find something that pleases you for tomorrow night. Luigi has his best table in the window reserved for us. Hope you find something to your liking. Enjoy my sweet!”

Who the fuck was this guy? Had I unknowingly jumped through the looking glass or something?

At first, I began to rapidly open boxes and then slowed down when it all really hit me. This was all designer apparel with no price tags, obviously purposeful. This called for better wine than I had, but I opened the best I currently possessed. My first inclination was to call him, but I stopped. No, I should not show how overwhelmed I was. He’d find out in a natural way over the weekend, and when I make one hell of an impression tomorrow night.

I settled on ...
    ... an ankle-length black dress, slit to the waist on one side, the top hanging in a V from spaghetti straps to my waist—of course, no under-things. I also set aside two other outfits to bring for whatever he had planned for the rest of the weekend.

It was just before 7:30 Friday night. I was standing back from the window so as not to be seen, but still able to see the street. The dress fit perfectly. It hugged my hips and hung perfectly everywhere else. The inner slopes of both boobs, but not the nipples, were visible. Every movement of my left leg showed it to my hip while keeping my vag hidden.

The mental part of sex was oozing from me like new honey. I could almost smell it in the air. I’d never been in quite this state before. Just then, a limo pulled to the curb and stopped. Luca got out and headed to the building’s front entrance. I got a chill as my buzzer went off.

“I’ll be right down,” I called out through the intercom.

“I can’t want to see you and what you picked.”

“Leaving now,” I said into the speaker as I went out the door. I was twenty-six, four years out of college. A woman who’d experienced her fair share of life, yet I felt like I did on prom night. Get a grip I told myself.

As I stepped off the elevator he was there waiting. “Oh, Erica! You look marvelous! Perfection personified.”

Relief flooded through me—replaced by confidence. I did a pirouette. “Thanks Luca. You look quite handsome yourself. I love the cut of your suit.” That’s when our ...
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