MEETING ERICA - Part 1 and 2
I waited in the boudoir; the housekeeper had invited me to sit on the chaise long. So, I did. As I waited, I took in all that was there, an eclectic mix of colours, furniture and artefacts. The walls were crammed to the gills with art and antique mirrors. Some of it was clearly erotica.
I wanted to get up and examine the obvious pieces more closely and was craning my neck to pick out details when I heard from behind me,
"do you like art." I was surprised and quickly averted my gaze, turning to face the woman that entered the room.
I responded bashfully, "yes."
"I am Erica, you must be Tom, Henry said you would come, welcome to Los Altos. "Would you like a drink?"
I said "yes," I could feel my voice and legs trembling.
"How about a shot of tequila.” Erica asked persuasively
I said "yes, that sounds nice” trying to act cool, despite my dry throat and the maddening sound of my heart pounding. I had never had tequila before, but a drink sounded good.
As Erica turned and walked towards an Art Deco cabinet in the corner of the room, her kaftan gaped a little near her upper thigh, I caught a glimpse of her whole thigh, knee to groin. I swallowed hard and tried to look beyond the view. Erica was an interesting woman, not too beautiful but attractive in such a way that I was intrigued by the features and subtle details in her whole self.
She was about five feet eight, very slender her skin was taught milky, and her breasts were small. When she stood up straight and frontal, it looked like she might be an athlete, long lean muscles and not much fat.
However when she stood side on it was clear that her bottom was considerably rounder than the rest of her anatomy. Her hair was mousy brown and feature fine, her nose was a good size and eyes kind of big brown pools.
Erica returned with two drinks in tiny glasses.
She instructed me "drink it in one gulp" and demonstrated what she meant. I followed and winced as the drink scolded my throat and tongue, it burnt all the way to my stomach. It made my eyes water.
She smiled and laughed, "you haven't had one of those before, have you?"
"No I replied" even though my mouth was on fire. But I quickly felt the benefit as my trembling soon stopped and my heart calmed. Erica sat down beside me. I was gripping onto my display pouch for dear life.
"So tell me about yourself and what you have brought to show me." Erica examined.
I was happy to oblige.
"My name is Tom, I am 19 (I Lied a little) and looking to make extra money and that is how I started making and selling diamanté jewellery. I sell it to debutants and brides by word of mouth. But I really need an outlet in the town. It is how I went into your shop Maxi's Emporia."
I immediately started to open the roller display pouch and placed it across my lap. She marvelled at the pieces, touched them all.
"This is lovely stuff, I bet it sells well." She said sincerely.
"It does I said” proudly, as she fondled the jewellery, there were some inadvertent nudges near my groin and I could feel my cock start to twitch, it was waking up, a bit like it did when I was on the bus or train to school.
I panicked as the last thing I could hide in this proximity was an erection. Erica was intuitive she stood up and walked back to the cabinet,
"Another drink?" she offered generously.
"No thank you I said," respectfully.
"Water?" She quizzed
"Yes please" I said gratefully. She poured the water into a glass and returned to the chaise. As she handed me the water she said, "I think the true test of diamanté jewellery is seeing how it looks against the naked skin."
This is the moment when I first saw Erica naked, a version of Erica that was immensely erotic. Erica stood directly in front of me and her kaftan magically floated, gracefully to the floor, it was one move, a gentle tug and it was off. Her skin was milky white, very smooth looking, and her pubic hair was pronounced, thick straight and long, but it was trimmed in a very neat fashion, kind of like a landing strip, which was, ever so slightly pointed as it reached the crease just above her clitoris. She had quite a pronounced clitoral hood and labia. Which was in quite a stark contrast to Vanessa. (a young woman I hadn't met yet but was destined to meet in short order, if my meeting with Erica went well)
She instructed, "help me put one of the necklaces on, and pass me some of those dangling earrings." I stood up and did as I was instructed. Completely oblivious that my already obvious erection was straining against my trousers, but when I realised and as I stepped behind her, I did well to discretely shove it down, so it was less noticeable, forgetting that Erica was looking into a mirror.
As I stood behind her, she said wryly, “reach around me with the necklace and put it on my neck.”
I got close to her back and reached around, we were touching, I could feel something grasp my groin carefully, I looked down and saw her hand there. She gently cupped and squeezed and my balls and erection.
"That's very sweet, clearly you like me," she said with affection, then she giggled removed her hand and returned to the subject of doing business.
I was in a total brain swarm, it was a sexual hurricane and my thought processes had scattered with all the blood rushing to my erection.
"How much are they she asked?" With a business tone. I was very distracted by what just happened, my cock felt like it would involuntarily explode any second, something that happened in my sleep, a lot.
I collected my scattered brain and responded very nervously, "the necklaces are selling for £100 and the earrings £50." Erica was happy to be naked and made no attempt to return to her kaftan.
"Ok, so Tom, I will keep this set, I will pay you the asking price," She paused, "or you can bring ten sets to the shop, and I will pay you £50 for the necklaces and £25 for the earrings. That way, I can sell them at the same retail price, whilst making a profit." I hesitated in any response as I was frantically calculating.
She studied my eyes and saw I was searching for numbers, "I will pay you £750, she said," academically.
"But I don't have 10 sets of each," I stammered.
She sounded excited, "That's ok, I have an idea, why don't you return here tomorrow, with 10 of each, come at the same time, I will have the money ready."
She bent to the floor, to retrieve her kaftan, she did it swiftly in one squat. When she stood, it was on, save for some minor adjustment getting her arms in the sleeves. "I'll keep this set as a gift," she said. "In exchange I can teach you a lot about business and other life lesson things, that is if you are interested?" Looking at me quizzically.
I swallowed and said "yes, yes please."
With that she turned and left the room and moments later the housekeeper returned and gestured me to follow her. I grabbed my display pouch, rolled it up, held it like a shield in front of my groin as I was escorted to the front door and out onto the entrance porch.
"Goodbye the housekeeper said with kindness, I understand you will be back tomorrow, bring a swimming costume." She had kind eyes and smiled as I looked back at her.
"Tom, I am Sally, we'll be seeing a lot more of one another, I can tell."
I retrieved my bicycle from the grass and as I approached the gates they opened, I wheeled it outside, jumped on and set off for home, it was the luckiest bike ride of my life, a bike ride in oblivion, forty minutes of riding a bike totally not focussed on the roads, the traffic or my safety, just thinking about a kaftan pooled on the floor and everything that stood above it.
"Another day with Erica and I got my first taste of her delicious cup"
It was the next day and I arrived at Los Altos, at the time instructed, it was 10am, I dismounted from my bike and rang the gate security monitor and it flashed red and then the familiar click and green, the gates kicked into gear and began opening.
I wheeled my bike onto the lawn and took my small back pack off, as I walked up the stairs to the front veranda. This time I was met at the door by Erica herself. "Hello" she said welcomingly, "please come inside."
As I came in through the door she lead me through the house, this time I was more relaxed and was able to appreciate how grand and ornate it was. The entrance hall was palatial, adorned with art and artefacts, it contained a staircase leading upstairs and several doors opening off of it.
I was also watching Erica, she was very sensual, even when she walked, she was ahead of me and she seemed to glide and wiggle, her walk was sensually effortless. In time I learned that Erica liked to wear extremely tasteful clothing, clothing that really accentuated her long and lean physique.
She loved colonial colours, whites and creams, linens and cottons and she dressed herself with a good helping of gold jewellery and often little or no underwear.
She led me through one of the doors into what seemed to be a cinema room or living room, I guess it could also be known as a snug, but it was different than the boudoir I had been in the day before. Plain neutral colours with some cinematic artwork posters, lazy chairs and low tables and a small 'lazy Suzan' like server.
When we were in there she closed the door behind us and said "make yourself comfortable." Pointing to a kind of lazy sofa, "Would you like to drink some tea" she offered "it's fresh mint straight from the garden.”
I said "yes please," with relied it was not tequila.
She was wearing a slip dress which glided over her skin as she moved. Erica returned from the lazy Susan thing with the tea, it was on a small tray, the tray was silver, ornate, likely an antique and the cups were quaint in glass, kind of elegant and crammed with green leaves. The pot was also ornate and silver. She placed the tray on the table in front of me.
"You can pour it, but be careful to do it slowly, don't scold the leaves, infuse them." She instructed with a soothing tone.
