Erica, Luca & The Legend - Sex Stories

Erica, Luca & The Legend

... eyes met and I could not look away. It was almost like he was lightly brushing my clit, like I was seconds away from cumming. He broke contact and the feeling subsided.

I didn’t say anything. The next thing I knew we were in the limo and he was passing me a Gibson, extra onions. We just chatted and enjoyed our drinks as he caressed my exposed thigh. I enjoyed his touch, but it was nothing like what I experienced gazing into his eyes.

Time flew by. Soon we were walking into the restaurant and Luigi, who clearly knew Luca, apparently quite well, was greeting us. “Ah, Luca, so this is the beautiful lady you’ve been telling me about. Signora Erica, welcome to Luigi’s! Your beauty enhances my humble ristorante.”

“Thank you Luigi! It’s a real pleasure to be dining with you tonight,” I replied.

He held out his arm; I took it. Guiding us to our table, he explained the Barolo he’d decanted in anticipation of our arrival. It was poured, then tasted by Luca, who declared it “perfection.”

He poured for me and then held up his glass to toast—I followed suit. “To my darling Erica. May this be the first of many, many dinners in a wonderful future!” Our glasses clinked. The wine was excellent. Then, glasses down, he reached across the table, hands out, obviously wanting to hold mine. I happily obliged.

Our eyes again locked. At least mine locked with his. He did seem to be able to look away at will, while I found it almost impossible to look away from him. He started... ...

... “...so while it’s been a short time I hope and believe that we...” I was sort of fading in and out of attention to what he was saying even though I wanted to hear every word. My pussy felt alive, animated, like it was its own special needy thing—in a way it was. All I could think about was fucking, fucking Luca, right that moment, on the table or floor, it didn’t matter. I wanted it that badly. “...does all that sound crazy?”

Should I tell him that I’d only heard maybe half of what he’s just said? Tell him that I really, really wanted to fuck at this very moment? Was I totally going crazy?

I went with, “Luca, you’re going to think I’m crazy, but, please, bear with me. As much as I wanted to hear everything you just said to me, I couldn’t. I’m not deaf and you’re not whispering, but my brain couldn’t process everything because... well... I had certain feelings I couldn’t overcome. Has anyone ever told you anything like this before? Maybe particularly a woman?”

He paused, looking at the table and fidgeting with a fork. Then, “Did you have some maybe faint, like mild or fuzzy sexual urges?”

“Mild!? Fuzzy!?” I almost shrieked. “My pussy almost became its own living thing ready to eat you alive.” His face slightly changed. “So you know something. There is something. You better tell me right this second!”

He was trying to suppress a big grin and impending laughter when he saw my look. He held up both hands in a surrender-type move. “Okay, okay, I think I know. It’s ...