Henry Erica Van And Me Ch 01

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.

I had not noticed the table, in fact I had noticed little of the detail around me, my brain was flooded with the events of the day before, visual and physical. I had even neglected to notice her delicate scent the day before, but now it was rushing at my nostrils, musk and something sweet, with a touch of fresh feminine sweat. It was scintillating.

The coffee table looked African, it had a thick glass top, supported by a dark wood frame with carved ornate legs, almost animal looking. It was full of coffee table books, judging by the titles, mostly fiction and some nonfiction and lots of erotica. I could make out a title 'What Women want from Men in the bedroom', When she finally sat down, adjacent to me, I could see that her legs were slightly ajar.

I think I stared there, I struggled to remove my gaze, clearly I really wanted to see her there and she must've caught my eyes glancing down and slowly, carefully, delicately she shifted just one leg enough for me to see right to the very top of her thigh. Her sex was in view, no pants, just her sex, pinkish brownish labia and pubic hair and I could feel my cock stirring as it was starting to get hard.

She asked teasingly "do you like what you see?"

I said "yes." in a flood of testosterone.

"Would you like to smell me there?" she said seductively whilst gestured at her groin.

Gulping loudly, I said "yes."

"Would you like to taste me there?" Gesturing again to her groin.

My heart was racing, I could feel my blood rushing everywhere, my throat was choking, there were no words.

"Drink some tea" she said kindly.

I did as she said, and began quickly pouring the hot water over the leaves.

"Yes" I said earnestly.

"Yes what she asked?" In deliberate confusion.

I responded with "Yes,” I stammered, ”l want to taste you there."

Erica said in a commanding voice, "Ok then, I just need you to stand up."

I hesitated to move as I was shy, mostly because I wasn't confident and because it was clear that I was aroused, which was embarrassing.

I stood up and faced Erica

“Remove your shirt slowly, and then your trousers, oh and your socks." she instructed. I started to do as she said and as I was undressing, she asked in with a business tone "So Tom are the ten sets of diamanté Jewellery in the pouch?"

"Yes" I said confidently.

She gestured with an envelope in her hand, I took it, her hand was still extended, I bent down and picked up the pouch and handed it to her. She took it and placed it beside her in the cleft of the sofa, where the seat meets the arm.

"Ok, the business deal is over, Tom please check the envelope, we cannot conclude business until you agree that business is concluded and that only happens when you are happy with the contents of that envelope" I opened the envelope and inside was cash, all £20s no £10s so I immediately knew it could not be right. I counted it.

"£800," I said, "it’s too much," I said honestly.

So now, I'm standing naked from head to toe other than my underpants with cash in my hands and it's quite clear that my cock is straining against the stretch cotton.

Erica retorted, "You can keep the extra £50, consider it a bonus for services rendered."

"what services" I asked her carefully ?

"Tom, put the money down and come over here" she commanded.

I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my body, my heart was beating at one hundred miles an hour. I put the envelope on the table and moved towards her. As I came within touching distance, she put her hand up to my chest and scraped my skin with her nails, she put a palm flat against my heart and said in a tender voice "My oh my." As She traced a hand down my body she commented "you are quite hairless, it's fascinating" "you said you were ninteen" she quizzed?

"yes" I affirmed.

She stopped talking when her hand got to the waistband of my underpants, it paused there momentarily, but by now her wrist was already resting on my cock and I could feel it through my underpants which only made my bulge and the feeling in my balls tighter.

"Do you mind if I remove your underpants" She asked?

"No" I said nervously. She tugged them down using both hands and my cock escaped and bent hard in her direction. She leant forward and I could feel the great intake of her breath down there. "Yum" she said hungrily and I could feel a momentary wet lick on the top of my cock, "yum yum" she said.

I was on the verge of ejaculating when I was interrupted "Would you mind if I was also naked" she asked with a presumptive tone.

I said "no" almost in disbelief.

So she stood up to the side of me and somehow with a flick of a button her entire dress dropped to the floor, she was completely naked. "Look at my body" she instructed, as she stood there displaying her body to me.

It was the first time I had really seen a naked woman full frontal with time to take it all in. She was mature, but not, her body and breasts were quite youthful, her face was older and showing some wrinkles, it was strangely a very sexually arousing combination.

What she did next practically exploded my world.

"If this works between us, you will learn many things that will accelerate your sexual understanding, I will liberate you and you will live in a world quite different from the one most of the people you will ever come across during the rest of your life, choose to live in."

With that she reached between her legs and let her finger run between her labia. She took the finger and put it to my nose "take a deep breath, I want you to remember that smell, you are going to learn to love it," she said passionately.

I could feel my body reacting as a deeply musky sweaty, scent struck the back of my throat, sending an encouraging vibrant message to my cock willing it to ejaculate.

Then she took that same hand and put it back between her legs, this time I could see that she was pushing her hand deeper between her thighs.

"I am fingering myself" she said confidently and at that moment I came in a series of gushes. I was standing shuddering as ejaculate streamed out of my rock hard cock directly onto my underpants. It was completely involuntary and I was completely devastated and embarrassed.

She took the finger out, ignoring my premature ejaculation and pushed her wet finger it into my mouth.

"Taste me, she said carefully, I want you to learn to love that taste, to relish that taste and to want that taste in your mouth."

At that point she gently dropped to her knees and looked up at me with tenderness and said "it looks like something has happened here."

I gingerly responded with "I think that I have come."

By now my cock was becoming flaccid and she picked up my underpants and pushed the soaking semen to her mouth, "sweet almonds" she said and it was clear that there was a lot of cum on her tongue and my cock was quite a sticky semierect mess.

She pushed her face against my cock and opened her mouth licking and sucking at my genital area until every drop of semen was removed. By now I could feel I was getting hard again and she started to analyse the situation.

"Not the biggest cock I've sucked, but quite pretty." she said hearteningly.

My cock was circumcised and as such I have quite a large helmet connected to a narrower shaft, almost like you might draw a penis in a childish cartoon way. I've never been very hairy so there was a small fringe of pubic hair just above my shaft.

She was sucking hungrily on my cock now and I could feel that I was going to come again, she looked up at me, took my cock out of her mouth and between her fore finger and thumb crossed my testicles and the loose skin between my testicles and my peritoneum and squeezed extremely hard so my cock was very taught, it seemed to get harder, straining as if it might explode.

She said confidently "I'm going to make you come again, so don't hold back, I want you to come right down my throat." With that she proceeded to push her face so that my cock went deep into her mouth and I could feel it knocking against the back of her throat and her sucking became more vigorous.

I could feel my orgasm mounting quickly, it always felt like it started in my balls as they became hot and tense, almost painful and at the point of orgasm it felt like my whole being was going to come out of me, from my anus right through the centre of my groin.

What she instructed is exactly what happened, I came into the back of her throat as hard as I've ever come in my life, she didn't flinch, she sucked and sucked and swallowed. It was a testicular explosion out of the front of the tip of my cock and she absorbed every bit of it.

I was shuddering uncontrollably as that was something that happened to me when I orgasmed, I always thought it was a bit strange, and as I stood there I had the usual involuntary convulsions, quite like a spasm mixed with a fit.

Erica stood up and took my cock between her thighs, right under her vulva, it was hot there, I could feel the heat radiating. She then kissed me passionately, shoving her tongue into my mouth and towards the back of my throat. I could taste myself and feel that my mouth had filled with a gooey mixture, that mixture was my come and her spit, she fucked my mouth with her tongue, I had to swallow, so I did. She continued to kiss me hard.

Her hands were grabbing at my cock, moving it and my balls around madly, squeezing and pressing, slightly painfully but it was making me hard again. Then she stopped and pushed my shoulders down, "kneel down she said"dictatorially, I did as I was told, and my face was pretty much in exact alignment with her clitoral hood.

It had a very strong smell, sweat, but not a man's sweat, it was sweeter, almost fragrant. Then there was the musk, a smell of sex is all I can describe it as, not a bad scent, but it was alluring, clinging to my nostrils, the back of my throat and whatever it was, it made my cock hard again.