My First Erotic Story -
Everything that could go wrong for Erica that day, had gone wrong. Getting in to her car that morning to go make a presentation to a new client she spilled tea across the passenger seat of her car. Running late, all she had time to do was throw her work out towel over the seat.
The presentation had gone badly, the director of the non-profit seemed to know exactly where the weaknesses in her pitch were, and honed in on each and every one of them.
To top it off, she got back to her car to find a parking ticket.
She fought tears on the entire drive back from downtown. She had needed that new account, the weight of the medical bills from her deceased husbands long illness still hung over her, and her teenage daughter Julia was already thinking about college. What she needed was a quiet cup of tea before she got home to cook dinner. She stopped at her favorite coffee shop, Jitterbug, in the late after noon, many hours past her normal mid morning stopping time.
"Charlie I need something to calm me down." she told the friendly barista.
"I've got just the thing, my famous Take Five chamomile blend." he responded bringing down a tin from the shelf next to the espresso machine. He made up a large mug, filled it with hot water and handed it to her. "Just breathe in the scent for a few moments, then sip it slowly, and soon you'll be floating on a tropical lagoon. Better than Prozac and no prescription needed."
She took the mug over to the counter by the wall, took off her jacket, and sat on one of the high stools. The tea did smell lovely, chamomile mixed with licorice and maybe spearmint. Whether it was the smell of the tea, or the quiet calm of the shop, she felt better. Looking around while she waited for the tea to cool she saw that there was only one other customer, a man seated with his back to her sketching a picture on a large pad, a log with a slight shimmer as if submerged in water.
How nice, she thought, to be able to just sit in a coffee shop, drawing pictures without a care in the world. "That's beautiful." She offered.
When he turned towards her, looking up in response to her compliment, she was stunned by the power of his strong Mediterranean face, Roman nose, generous smiling mouth, the whole package surrounded by black curly hair shot with gray.
His dark eyes drew her in, causing feelings long dampened to arise, a wave of desire washing over her body. The suddenness and intensity of this attraction scared her, which only increased the longing.
Feeling like she would drown in the heat of his gaze, she looked down and found herself equally caught by his strong dexterous hands. Happily she noted the lack of a wedding ring. His forearms were thick and powerful, the left one had a scar running diagonally across it. This was not like her at all, she had not really thought about a man in this way since the beginning of her husband's illness some four years ago. Caring for him up to his death, after helping him endure two painful years of the cancer, becoming a single mom, having to find a way to support herself and Julia, she had submerged her needs to the needs of her family, and then, suddenly, this.
"It's an exploratory drawing for a sculpture that I might do. It may be a fountain, I'm trying to see what it will look like under water." He told her.
"Ah, I get it." She stammered, bringing her gaze to his mouth and finding it, if anything more distracting than his hands. His lips were full and very kissable. Her mind drifted into ideas of where he might use those lips. I've got to get control of myself she thought. Thank goodness her cell phone rescued her by choosing that moment to sing Julia's favorite Mary J. Blige song. "Don't need no hateration, holleratin' In this dancery. Let's get it percolatin', while you're waiting."
"Sorry", Erica told him, "My daughter put that ring tone on my phone and I can't figure out how to change it." Silently thanking Julia for the chance to regain her composure, she turned away to answer the call, "What's up sweetie?"
"Can I stay over at Sophie's tonight?" Julia asked. "We're working on a big project for bio that we've got to finish by Wednesday. Are you okay with being alone tonight?" ***
Vaughn had noticed her when she first walked in, admiring the way her skirt hugged her nice full ass as she ordered at the counter, loving the bold way that she wore her long silver hair in a thick braid down her back tied off with an orange scarf. The artist in him admired her use of color, the orange of the scarf was picked up by the orange in the batik pattern of her silk jacket.
He wished that he had the chutzpah to strike up a conversation with her. With her voluptuous figure, long hair, and creative clothing she was near to his ideal woman, but coming to his senses, he turned back to his drawing. He was not going to get trapped by his libido again. After Tracy it was going to take more than a nice ass to get him to trust a woman.
Even two years after the fact, the anger was still there. His lover had left him for a woman. At an intellectual level he knew it shouldn't make it worse than if it had been a man, but it did. Any time he thought about starting up something there was always that undercurrent of distrust. Would this one lie to him too?
The drawing was going well, the tree trunks slightly out of focus under a few inches of water. The sculpture would work as a fountain. As he drew, his mind started to work on the mechanics, figuring out where the pump would go, how the water would flow. It was one of the skills that had contributed to his success, his ability to be artistically creative, yet also understand the mechanical side of sculpture. He was deep into this process when she interrupted the flow, complementing the drawing with an alluringly throaty voice. He had to hesitate a moment before he turned towards her, struggling to appear civil. It isn't her fault, she isn't Tracy he told himself, as he forced a smile.
As soon as the words "exploratory drawing" came out of his mouth he knew he had blown it. He sounded like some pompous art critic. She had beautiful hazel eyes. He stayed focused on them, even though he wanted to scope out the rest of her figure, wanting to know if the front view matched the back. She had an inviting face, smooth skin with just the right amount of color, a pert nose with a slight crookedness as if it might have been broken once, a friendly smile, straight white teeth.
She dropped her eyes and he braved a chance to check her out, and the hook was set. Her large breasts were perfectly in proportion to her body, the body exactly the right size, not the anorexic model body that most of the women he met seemed to be striving for these days. He was glad to see that her left hand didn't have a ring.
He tried to fight it, but she drew him in. Did she realize the power she had over him at that moment? Okay he'd pursue her, but only for that wonderful body, he was not going to let her capture his heart. He wouldn't make that mistake again. Her gaze returned to his face, although avoiding his eyes.
She said something in response to his idiotic description of the drawing. He didn't catch exactly what it was, his mind was so intoxicated with the possibilities of her body. Thank God her phone went off at that moment, giving him a chance to compose himself. ***
"That would be fine honey." She told Julia. "I'll see you tomorrow." Her mind raced like a adolescents, knowing that she didn't have to hurry home to cook dinner. She tried to have dinner with Julia, whenever possible, but with a busy teenager she had more and more nights alone.
