Nora Ch. 02

He woke when he felt her hand slide down his belly to his morning wood. His cock jumped and grew more as her long fingers wrapped around him and began stroking. Oh no, he thought, it was going to be his way on their last morning together.

Phillip rolled Nora onto her back, forcing her to release her hold on his cock. His mouth sought hers hungrily, pushing his tongue in to dance with hers. She answered his kiss with an urgency that had never existed before. They seemed intent on devouring each other.

He broke away from her mouth and began his journey downward. He covered her throat and moved to the side of her neck, near her ear. Whenever he nibbled there, her nipples became hard, goose bumps covered her body, and she made a sound like a cat purring. He moved his hand to her breast, while continuing his attack on her neck. His hand found her erect nipple and he gently rolled and pulled at it, turning her purring into soft moans.

Phillip looked at her face. Nora's eyes were closed and her mouth was shaped in an "O" as she moaned. He couldn't resist coming back for another kiss, before moving down to her breasts, and taking a nipple into his mouth.

He was still amazed that, even after the last five years, her breasts were still firm and perky. Although he had begun to look older, even more than his thirty-seven years, Nora looked as beautiful as the day she walked into his office and introduced herself as his executive administrative assistant. No one could ever tell that she was ten years older than he. For five years, they had shared business and pleasure. Now, that would end.

Nora ran her fingers through his dark hair, pressing him to her. She raised her body as if to feed him more of her. He was, by far, the best lover she had ever had. From the first moment, they were in sync with each other's needs.

Phillip kept suckling her breast, but also began sliding his hand over her flat belly, down to her sweet valley. Nora opened her legs in anticipation, knowing full well what he would do.

Phillip ran his finger up and down between her lips, never quite touching her clit or her already wet hole. He knew it drove her crazy and her hips would move in an effort to capture his finger. She bucked her hips as he teased her, but he had other things on his mind.

He came off her breast and began to trail feathery kisses down her body. When he reached the top of her slit, she was wild for him to enter her. Phillip moved between her legs and spread them wide. He separated her lips and pushed two fingers into her, at the same time as his mouth captured her clit. He pumped his fingers in and out of her, sucking and nibbling her clit, immediately bringing her to orgasm.

Nora's hips rose, her legs went tense and a guttural moan escaped from deep within. Her hands grasped his head, holding him captive. The juices that her body released began coming out of her hole. Phillip removed his fingers, eased his tongue inside her, and lapped at her cream like a hungry cat.

One of the things Phillip enjoyed most about Nora was that she was multi-orgasmic. After licking her, he pushed his fingers back inside to search out her very prominent g-spot. It never took long to find the ridged, textured spot and this time was no exception. Phillip began his massage, at the same time as his tongue flicked at her clit. Once more, Nora's hips began moving.

"Now, oh God, Phillip, now! Don't make me wait!" she begged.

Phillip sucked her clit one last time before rising up on his knees. He grasped Nora's hips, pulling her towards his dripping cock. She was panting and her chest was heaving with excitement. She gripped his cock firmly and lined it up to the entrance of her hot hole. With one movement, he plunged his entire length into her.

The lovers moved to their own private music. Their bodies shared an intimate rhythm. Moving in and out, first slowly, then faster, fluctuating speed and force, they relished their primal lust for each other.

On and on, thrust meeting thrust, Nora's orgasm began to overtake her. Her stomach muscles began undulating, her clit throbbed, her legs gripped Phillip's body harder, her back rose as her body released once more and she dug her nails into his back, holding him as tightly as she could.

It was seconds before he felt that all too familiar pressure building, his balls tightening, his cum bursting forward, filling Nora's pussy. Phillip held on to her shoulders as her forced as much of himself as possible into her tight tunnel. His cock seemed to jerk and spurt more than it ever had before. When his balls had drained themselves, Phillip lay on top of her, leaving his cock in a place it had called home for five years.

They ended up dozing in each others arms, until Nora's alarm went off. Phillip raised his head to check the time. Fuck, he thought, I need to get to the airport. He gave Nora a quick kiss and plodded off to the shower.

When he came into the kitchen area, Nora handed him a cup of coffee and then turned back to the stove to finish the omelet she was making.

"I'll call you Monday night, just to check in," he said, and then bit into a piece of toast.

Nora nodded, "That'd be great. I want to hear all about your first day, and your new administrative assistant."

This was going to be harder than she thought. They had been co-workers and lovers for a long time. She respected him more than most men, and now he would be flying across the country to start a new life.

Nora's life had changed, also. Phillip convinced her to move past her associate's degree, and in two years she was rewarded with her bachelor's degree. She was accepted as a project manager, and worked her way up to the position of Director. One of Phillip's last official acts, with the full blessing of the entire senior management, was to promote Nora to Junior Vice President. She had worked damned hard to achieve this success and no one was at all surprised when it happened. In the two months since her promotion, she had more than proven her brilliant business instincts, and was trusted by everyone who came in contact with her. If she so desired, she could one day have Phillip's old job.

They finished breakfast and Phillip gulped down the last bit of coffee. Nora walked over and got his coat and scarf out of the closet. The September day was breezy and brisk.

"I won't miss this weather," Phillip said. "I'll take the Los Angeles climate any day."

Nora looked at her handsome boss, her wonderful lover, and her eyes began to moisten. He caught her wiping a tear away, when he turned around. Phillip scooped her up in his arms and kissed her deeply.

"Why don't you come with me?" he asked in a whispered voice.

"You know why," she muttered. "I'm too old to start over. Now go, and be safe. Be the best Chief Operating Officer they've ever had."

He whispered in her ear, kissed her, and left quickly. Nora stared at the door as it closed. All he had said was, "I loved you."

Nora went back to work on Monday, passing Phillip's former office. She felt as empty as his office now was. She knew that she could stand on her own. She had proven her worth to the company and had been rewarded justly. But Phillip had been her rock. It would be interesting to see who would be chosen as his replacement.

Thank God, Ken was no longer with the company. She would have walked if he were still there. A head-hunter had stolen him away, and last she heard he couldn't prove himself and was unemployed.

Days turned into weeks, and then turned into two months. Nora heard from Phillip less and less as he settled into his new life. At her company, for one reason or another, each existing Vice President had been rejected as a potential candidate for Phillip's old job. On the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, whatever staff showed up for work that morning was requested to come into the board room.

Mr. Anderson stood at the head of the table with an older gentleman. The white-haired, blue-eyed man wore a suit that Nora could tell was tailored to his body. And what a body; he was over six feet tall, broad shoulders and chest, no waist, no hips, no ass. His torso made a perfect "V". His face was kind, and he had an absolute air of confidence about him. His face was kind, and he had amazing ice-blue eyes.

"Thank you all for coming here this morning," Mr. Anderson began. "It is my pleasure to introduce you to Sean Kavanagh. Sean has agreed to join us as your new Senior Vice President of Marketing. I hope you'll all make him welcome."

Kavanagh stepped forward and spoke in a rich baritone voice. "Thank you, John. I'd like an opportunity to speak with all of you today. If you plan on leaving early, please let my assistant, Carol, know and we will meet this morning."

Of course, the ass-kissers and brown-nosers raced to the front of the boardroom to shake his hand and basically fawn all over him. As Nora stood to the side, patiently waiting, Mr. Anderson approached her.

"Nora, how've you been?" he asked warmly.

"Very well, thank you Mr. Anderson. So, we finally have a new boss. I take it he's a very special man."

"I think you'll be pleased, Nora. He has a great background and isn't afraid to get his hands dirty. Very much a team player, like Phillip," he said as he moved on to talk to another staff member.

Hearing Phillip's name reminded Nora just how much she missed his company. She was lost in thought when he spoke.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

It was one of the rare times that Nora was taken off guard. She could feel the blush in her cheeks as she tried to recover.

Sean had immediately noticed her during his introduction. This was a stunning woman, who seemed to scream sex. Not overtly, of course. She was dressed nothing but properly in a chocolate brown skirt, teal blouse, and brown, white and teal tweed blazer. The only outward indication was the high brown stilettos she wore.

"You're Nora Taylor – Sean Kavanagh." His eyes twinkled as he spoke.

Nora stood straight, offered her hand and said, "Mr. Kavanagh, welcome to our team. I hope you'll be happy here."

"I'm sure I will be. So, you're our newest Junior Vice President. How long have you been with the company?

Nora knew he had been briefed on all his staff members, but smiled and answered. "Twenty-six years, right out of junior college. If there's any thing you need, please don't hesitate to ask, although you're in good hands with Carol as your administrative assistant."

Sean started moving away. "Thank you. I'll see you this afternoon in my office."

It was pretty quiet around the office the day before Thanksgiving. Almost everyone had gone when Nora arrived for her meeting promptly at three o'clock. Carol's desk was empty, but Sean's door was open. She could see him at his desk, his jacket off, and his shirt sleeves rolled up.

"Mr. Kavanagh?" she asked, lightly tapping on the door.

A smile came over his face when he saw her standing there. He stood and directed her to the seating area.

"Come in, Nora, please. I think we're about the only two left here. Thank you for being so lenient about meeting later in the day, but don't you need to be preparing for the holiday?" Sean inquired.

Nora took a seat at one end of the sofa, opposite him. "Oh, my family is scattered all over, and I prefer working when it's quiet here. But you? Shouldn't you be getting home?" Nora countered.

Sean almost missed her question. He sat there and absorbed her beauty, and the velvety-smooth voice. "I'll be relocating here from Baltimore, hopefully before Christmas. I have brokers looking for an apartment for me."

He didn't say the words, but Nora was under the impression he was single. She didn't know the story, and perhaps it was none of her business.

Sean listened with interest while Nora summed up her twenty-six years with the company. He had already been advised by John Anderson, that she was a force to be reckoned with, and one of the brightest stars on the team. He had been told that management was thrilled she had pursued her degree, for it enabled them to move her through the ranks quickly, into positions where she was highly valued. It was rare, Sean thought, not to hear one derogatory remark about an employee.

Nora found Sean easy to talk with and listened intently as he reviewed his career and his vision for their department. Nora knew within fifteen minutes, that he would manage with fairness and integrity. And like Phillip, he was not interested in making any immediate changes.

It was the sound of the vacuum cleaner down the hall that caused them both to look at their watches.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry. We've been talking for four hours," said Sean as he reluctantly stood.

They hadn't been talking business for the past hour or so. The conversation had moved on to living in New York, the madness of Thanksgiving weekend here, Broadway, and music. Nora had even slipped off her shoes and tucked her feet under her. They had the comfort level of old friends.

"Don't apologize," said Nora as she slipped on her shoes. "I enjoyed our talk. It sounds like you and the city will get along just fine."

Nora stood quickly, and as she did, caught her heel on the skirt of the sofa. Sean reached out and caught her when she started to fall forward. He pulled her to him, crushing her breasts into his chest. She inadvertently brushed his cock with her hand and tried to hide her embarrassment.

When he looked deep into her eyes, she became even more flustered. Calm, cool, collected Nora felt like she was a teen again, with a crush on the quarterback.

Sean knew it was wrong to feel this way, especially about an employee, but Jesus, he thought, I would keep her in my arms all night, if I could. When he saw that she was steady on her feet, he released her from his grasp.

For the first time in a long time, Nora was at a loss for words. She experienced a rush run through her body – the type she hadn't felt in months, not since Phillip left. She looked at Sean and saw the same expression on his face that she felt on hers.

The pair was as nervous as school kids, and each just chuckled and blew off the moment. They wished each other a good holiday weekend and Nora left.

Sean was hypnotized by the fluid movement of her ass as she walked away. This woman was danger, through and through, he thought, but he had to decide if he would heed the warnings.

Thanksgiving in New York is insane. Nora always made sure she had enough food and brought work home with her from the office, to keep her busy and so she would not have to go out in the crush of the city. Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade had been going on for more than eighty years, but in Nora's opinion, it wasn't worth the hassle of the crowd of over three million people. She had a much better view from the television in her loft, as she worked.

By early Saturday evening, Nora was ready for some fresh air. The city had been blessed with an Indian summer day, so she felt an urge to get out and walk.

The shops had closed, so the streets weren't overly busy. The breeze was warm and Nora felt great as she walked briskly through the lower west side. The smell of coffee drew her towards one of her favorite cafes.

"I'll have cappuccino with amaretto, please," Nora ordered.

"We gotta real good cantucci biscotti. Lemme get you one," said Tony. He smiled recognizing Nora as one of his regulars.

"And what else would you recommend?" the deep voice said behind her.

Nora spun around and found herself looking into Sean's blue eyes.

"Well, that all depends on what your pleasure is. Their cappuccinos are wonderful, " she told him, as Tony set her order on the counter. Before Sean could say anything, Nora ordered for him. "Another one of the same, Tony."

Sean wondered if she always liked being in charge, of being in control in every aspect of her life. He pulled his wallet out to pay for his order, when she informed him she would take care of it. He followed her to a small table in the corner of the cafe.

"Do you often walk alone at night?" he asked. "Or don't the city streets scare you?" Does anything scare you, he wondered.

Sean looked at her, savoring her appearance. He auburn hair was down, and fell in soft curls on her shoulders. She wore a soft blue v-necked sweater over a pair of tight fitting navy jeans. His mouth went dry when he looked at her breasts, and thought about taking them in his mouth. Sean thought she looked fresh, and nowhere near as old as he guessed her to be. He did know one thing – he wanted her.

"This is my neighborhood, so I'm quite comfortable here. But you? What brings you out tonight, in this part of the city?"

Nora watched him, taking in his masculinity. He had on a tweed sport coat, cream rugby shirt and khakis. He looked like a college professor, she thought – the kind any coed would give herself to, to better her grade. And she felt something else, too – comfortable. This man made her want to spend time with him.

"Actually," he said, "I'm trying to get the lay of the land. My real estate broker is pushing me to consider a loft in this neighborhood."

The two talked until Tony interrupted them. "Hey, you wanna take this some place or you gonna help me close up here?" he kidded.

They each checked their watches and stood up to leave.

"Look what you did to me again," Sean chided. "It's already nine o'clock. What is it about you, Nora? I feel like I'm talking to an old friend."

Nora could have sworn Sean blushed as he said those words, and he quickly looked away from her.

"Me? I'm at fault?" she asked laughing. "You're going to have to accept half the blame here, Sean."

Sean looked down at her shining blue eyes. The breeze blew a curl into her face and without thinking; he brushed it away and tucked it behind her ear. Although the gesture was innocent, it was also intimate. Stop, he thought, don't do this!

"Well, I'm heading this way, " Nora said, turning right.

"Mind if I walk with you? I'm headed that way, too."

"Sure, I don't live very far," Nora said. Should I ask him up, she thought? Her heart beat a little faster at the idea of having him in her loft apartment.

They chatted about trivial things concerning the neighborhood. All too soon, they were at Nora's place. For half a minute, she was going to ask him up, but then thought better of it.

She turned to say goodbye, but never got the words out. In slow motion, Sean's mouth descended on Nora's.

Time stood still with that kiss. Nora found herself leaning into him, feeling his strong body against hers, breathing his scent, wanting him. A fire began inside her and there was only one way to extinguish it. Suddenly, the kiss ended. Sean moved back quickly, as if trying to escape her flame. Nora looked confused, but immediately stepped away, closer to the front door of her building. He could see the look of hurt in her eyes, but he just couldn't allow this to happen.

"Nora, I'm sorry. What I did was stupid and highly unethical," Sean said, shaking his head and looking at the ground. "I've never made a move on an employee before, please believe me. I don't do that, and I never will do that. I would never get involved with a member of my staff."

Nora spoke quietly, "Sean, it's all right. I'm not offended. Quite the contrary, actually."

"You'd be well within your rights to turn me in to Human Resources. I was wrong."

"Would you stop? It's fine. I'm fine. I understand, so please just drop it," she said and she turned to enter her building.

Sean pleaded with her. "Do you understand how sorry I am that I did that? Do you..."

Nora stopped him before he could go any further. "Look – I heard you the first time, don't worry about it." She was beginning to sound angry. "Have a good rest of your weekend, Mr. Kavanagh, I'll see you Monday."