6 comments/ 23009 views/ 16 favorites Summer with Nora By: NotWithoutMyShoes I love summer. I hate the heat and the humidity, especially in the City. But I do love the Summer. Dresses get shorter and heels get higher. The variety of heels and skirts that shuffle, hobble and march their way down the streets is amazing. Sure there are the skinny girls that would look good in a potato sack, but those often can't walk in heels. A woman needs to be able to walk in heels -- not so much walk in heels as saunter, swaying gently. Not that grotesque model swaying, that looks too much like perpetual hip dislocation. Decidedly unattractive, reminding me of my own age. There needs to be enough hip movement to get the skirt moving, without deliberately blowing it up at each step. Gentle, almost unconscious, nothing deliberate about it. And so it was summer of course when I sat in the park, enjoying my lunch break in the shade, watching those young things making their way across the park -- some more gracefully then others. I nearly skipped over her when I scanned across the park. Those big dark sunglasses that are popular now, navy blue dress, nice deep V-neck showing off her slight breasts, purse over one shoulder, looking at her phone. She had stopped in the shade to stare at her phone. I'm guessing she had a map on it, because she kept turning it in circles to find her way, before she started walking again. Her womanly hips had exactly the right amount of sway. She had a nice curvy body, unfortunately by today's standards she would have been deemed heavy-set, but I'm old school, as they say. I still like the curvy pinup girls of youth. Let me explain, I was born in 1955, so what I remember of my youth was filled with sneaking into movies, staring at the beautiful screaming women in those old horror flicks, school obviously, went to college, went to law school, and worked my way up to partner at a small law firm. Married, no kids, not that I would have been adverse to kids, but with my ex-wife's taste for other men, she was perpetually on birth control. Just one of the things that I wished I had known in my youth -- don't marry the popular girl, she might still be popular after college. Anyway, back to that gorgeous walk. Her dress swayed enticingly. Swishing high enough on her thighs to draw my attention, but because she wasn't the model figure, she didn't attract too many other eyes. She kept her head high, not looking down at her feet, like so many women do when they are not used to walking in high heels. Always looks like they're looking for a contact lens staring so intently at the ground. Honestly, heels are a beautiful invention -- separates the wheat of women from the chaff of mere girls. This one was a woman, a pleasure to watch. Apart from those huge sunglasses. Honestly, a stupid idea. I could not see her face apart from her soft rosy lips, again very much the pinup. Her blond hair was pinned up haphazardly, probably because of the heat. Pieces continued to fall around her face. I judged her hair to be about shoulder length. A good length, much longer and it starts getting in the way, shorter and there isn't enough to sink your hands into. Ohhhhhkay. Back to reality. She may have had womanly curves but she was still about 30 years younger than me, so that was really just my horny mind running on overtime. She walked past me and before I could stop myself, I got up and followed her. Well, I didn't follow her, she was heading in the same direction as me anyway, so I truly wasn't following her. I'm not that desperate. So I followed her for a bit. My eyes wandered from her shoes, simple, white, sturdy heel, not dowdy though, "apparently a girl that walks in heels quite often," I remember thinking. Up her calves to the back of her knees, to the back of her thighs that flashed into view when her dress swayed. Her butt, no, not really a butt. It was wide, flaring outwards from her hips, quite pronounced, not flabby and flat, but standing out, nice and round. It was one swooping curve from her butt to her back. The back of her dress ended just above her bra, above it bare skin. Though perhaps bare is the wrong word. A large tattoo graced the space between her shoulders. Two fish, abstract, but not cartoonish. On anyone else, I would have guessed it was their astrological sign, but it didn't look like it. Then again, she hadn't looked like the sort to have tattoos in the first place. So who knew. In the shade of the awning in front of my office building she pulled out a red cardigan, covering her back and shoulders. I was still standing behind her in the shade, when our doorman woke me out of my reverie. "Mr. Cooper, sir. Anything wrong?" Startled, I mumbled something about the heat and walked towards the door. She had finished buttoning her cardigan, rearranging her purse and dress and started for the door. We slightly bumped into each other in the doorframe. "Ladies first." I said with a smile. "Thank you." she replied clearly and with a beautiful smile. She had good manners, something sorely lacking in most people in her age range. I had been so focused on her body that I hadn't noticed that she had taken off her sunglasses and stowed them in her purse. Her light skin had taken on a light sheen in the summer heat, and she was pleasantly flushed. She was a real blonde that was for sure, her eyebrows were as sandy blond as her hair. Her lips proved a nice contrast to her pale skin and her eyes. I couldn't quite tell what color they had been at that moment. I hoped for better look, but chances were nil. In the lobby, we both walked towards the elevator, then both waited for the elevator, got in and I asked her for her floor. "14th, please." Again with the good manners. But wait, she had said 14th floor, what was she doing on my floor. "Oh, are you a new client of ours?" With surprise she asked, "You're the Mr. Cooper?" She had been listening. She continued, "No, I wish I could afford you, I'm only looking to work for you." Her? Work for me? Oh, there were a number of things she could work on for me, but none of them involved a desk. Well, they did. But nothing I could pay her for. At least, not legally. Down boy! The elevator doors opened, and James, one of the firm's associates, stood at the front desk, already eagerly waiting. "James, you're waiting for me at the door? Why?" James was about 20 years younger than me. We had a collegial relationship, even though much to my chagrin he still called to me as 'Mr. Cooper'. Way to make me feel old! "Um, Mr. Cooper, actually I was waiting for the young lady next to you. How are you, Nora?" He had trembled in his words. So Nora was her name. It actually fit, wasn't anything extraordinary, but still far from common, somewhat like her. God, what an ass. That's it. It was decidedly an ass, not a butt, not a bottom, an ass. Round, soft, high. Get your mind above her neck, old bugger! "I'm great, James. And yourself?" James stammered, "Oh, umm, I'm good. Glad you're here." James had never been "good" a day in his life. Perpetually nervous, even though he had no reason to be. He was an excellent lawyer, smart, very quick, just nervous as hell. "Let's go to the conference room, and we can talk." She turned to me, held out her hand and said, "I forgot to introduce myself, Nora Stewart, Mr. Cooper." Her hand was soft, not clammy, and her handshake firm. I never understood women who gave flimsy handshakes. What is that supposed to indicate -- fragile bones? "Hugh Cooper, nice to meet you. And please, call me Hugh." With a wide grin she answered, "Well, it was very nice to meet you, Hugh. Hopefully this wasn't the last time." Her eyes twinkled. Did I imagine that? And that was decidedly a husky 'Hugh'. Did my dry spell start to affect my perception as it already affected my inner monologue? No, there was definitely something in that. I went back to my office, back to work, to get my mind off that young beauty in the conference room. There was enough work at the firm these days to warrant my getting back to work, but I couldn't shake her ass, though I'm sure she could. The tattoo she had covered up under her cardigan, her swaying hips. I was damn near drooling when a quick rap on the door woke me up again. James looked at me a bit confused, "Everything ok, Mr. Cooper?" Why is it that a man my age cannot simply have a day dream and look a bit horny? No, there has to be something wrong with him. Well, there probably was. "No, no, nothing. I was just working over some things in my mind. What is it?" "I'd like to introduce you to our new legal assistant. Well, you already met, but still, I just wanted to let you know, I hired Ms. Stewart for this summer, with your blessing, of course." He was stammering again. I jumped out of my chair and bounded for door. Yes, bounded. I may be 55, but I can still bound, especially when it's about a beautiful woman. "Ms. Stewart, I'm glad you'll be joining us this summer. Everyone, I'd like you to meet Ms. Stewart, our new intern for this summer." I turned to Nora, "Nora, I hope you feel at home in our small firm, and my door is always open, stop by anytime you have a question." Ok, so maybe that was a bit unorthodox, but hey, the more often I got her in my office, the better. There was that twinkle again, "Thank you, Hugh," she replied huskily. Ok, now I am sure there was something there. James showed her around the office, introduced her to all the secretaries, and showed her workspace. My office was smack across from her main work area -- a half-height cubicle. Every time I'd look up bored from my desk, I could see her researching the case and sorting out the details of the case. She usually sat at her computer, but if she got the chance to read actual materials, she would do so standing up, half sitting on her desk, ankles crossed, or leaning over a case file on her desk, picking up one foot off the floor, giving her feet some relief from their height. Her movements would have looked deliberate on most people, but because she seemed to have accepted that she wasn't beautiful according to today's standards, she didn't look forced. She was unconsciously seductive, especially to this older guy with fantasies of bedding a pinup. The next couple of weeks flew by -- we were working feverishly on a major case. Late into the night, our team would stay to work, sending out for food and coffee. Nora usually ran out to get sustenance, make copies, file and type things up -- basically what she was supposed to do. She always wore a skirt and heels to work, a good look both for her and the office. She'd stay late, making sure none of those 11 p.m. brainstorming sessions went by unrecorded. By August, we were still working on this discrimination case against a retail chain, going to trial soon with our chances looking pretty slim. The late nights had been dragging on for weeks. As usual, I fell asleep at my desk the night before. I woke up with my head on my arms, with a memo next to my nose. It wasn't signed, I read it without actually lifting my head. It was the answer. The last piece of evidence we needed to prove our case. I sped to the door, and shouted, "Who wrote this? Come on people, you know we always sign our work." Everyone looked around confusedly. The elevator dinged just at that moment and Nora walked in with our morning coffee orders. When she noticed the mood in the room, she stared at me, worry clearly written on her face. I was still waving the memo in the air, "Come on, who thought of bringing in past job applicants and these two cases?" A quiet voice answered, "umm...Mr. Cooper, that was me. I'm sorry, I know this is way beyond my qualifications. I just thought, maybe it... could... help." I read over the memo again, not quite believing that someone that hadn't even finished law school yet had researched this. Around me, associates and secretaries began picking up their coffees, shooting Nora worried glances. I snapped out of my momentary freeze, leapt towards her, giving her a bear hug, nearly dragging her off her feet. "Brilliant! We might actually win." Wow, I actually touched more than just her hand. She stood stiffly at first, quickly softening into the hug. Her laughter rang through the room. "Oh, wow, I thought you were going to fire me." "Fire you, you're nuts. This idea is insane, but might actually work. Come on, let's get cracking." I grabbed her hand, dragging her towards my office. The surprised look on everyone's face soon changed to relieved smiles and grins. James actually looked relaxed for a moment, he really looked better nervous though. Poor fellow. In my office, she sat across from me and started talking about her ideas, what had made her think of them, the cases she had mentioned in the short memo. The sofa had definitely not been this attractive to look at until she sat on it. It would have been big enough for a quick fuck, without anyone noticing what we were up to. Stop it, Hugh. She's not going to screw you, even if she flirted with you. You're more than 30 years her senior. We talked for hours, I called in James, and we brooded over the evidence and precedents. Sometime around 11 p.m., James had gone home, and Nora was dropping off into sleep on my desk. I reached out to shake her awake, but she only grabbed my hand and stuffed it under her head for a pillow. I couldn't help but smile at the scene. I finally had her lying on my desk, but she was dead asleep and my hand was pinned between her arm and head. Gently I tried to coax her back to the land of the living, "Nora. Wake up. Wake up, Nora." Nothing. No response. Then more sternly, "Ms. Stewart." That did it. She bolted upright. "Oh wow, I'm so sorry. I must have fallen asleep." "Yes, you did. But that's alright. Go home, get some sleep. I'm sure you have a boyfriend that's waiting for you." It must have been still her sleep talking but she blurted out, "Pfft, boyfriends. no, thank you. What use do I have for a boy. I prefer a man." I nearly tripped backwards, I thought she added, "someone like you." to the end of that last part. With that she stood up, reached for her bag and sauntered towards the door. I always did like it when she walked away from me. Not the away part, but seeing her from behind was delicious. The next few days were even more feverish, we were due in court and within days, Nora often leaving past 11, but no more sleeping on my desk. Finally our court date arrived, after opening arguments, the court ordered the hearing of witnesses for a few weeks later. Back in our office, James and I were greeted with applause. My secretary approached and whispered, "Hugh, the defendant called. They want a meeting this afternoon. They're ready to deal." A few hours later the deal was made, they would change their policy and pay out a grand total of $45 million in damages to the group of four and that was it. Case closed, million dollar deal in the bag. After the defendants' attorneys left the office, champagne corks popped all around the office. Everyone drank to their heart's content, this was the case we had been waiting to win. "Alright, all of you, dinner's on the house tonight. Go home, get changed. We're going out. " That evening, Nora returned from home, in a slim black dress, office appropriate both in that it didn't reveal anything of her beautiful young breasts and stayed put around knee-length. Finally it struck me who she reminded me of, Kim Novak. Maybe a bit fuller around her hips, but her face was like Kim's in Vertigo. We sat at a long table, James, Nora and I at one end so that I could continue to praise them both. We shared stories about the case, Nora listened attentively but didn't say much. Halfway through dinner, I felt her foot rub against my leg. It didn't seem intentional, but the look we shared as she apologized, was clear as to the intention. As the night neared its end, everyone had left apart from Nora and I. I had hoped to talk to her about her future with the firm, her internship running out with the new semester starting in two weeks. In the elevator, I finally got up the courage and said, "Have you give any further thought to what you'd like to do during the school year? Job-wise, I mean. We'd love to keep you on. Of course with a pay raise for the gal that won the case for us." She turned to face me. "Actually, I'm going to have to quit." I certainly did not expect that. What happened, did I make her uncomfortable, did I misread the signals, were they meant for someone else? "Um, if it's because of the money or the title, as I said, I'm sure we could work something out. As for hours, you tell me, of course your studies come first." She looked straight at me, smiling slightly, "No, it's absolutely not a question of the money or the title or the hours. If I kept working for you, I wouldn't be allowed to do this." She reached up and kissed me. Not a peck, or anything sweet or innocent, this was a kiss. Heck, my wife never even kissed me like this. Her soft lips parted and her sweet tongue coaxed my lips open. She had laid one hand on my shoulder, while the other reached around my neck to hold me close. I raised my own hands to wrap around her waist. God, she felt wonderful. Soft, warm, and she smelled great. She rose to her toes to reach higher up. Despite the fact that she was a good 5'7", and was wearing heels, I was still taller. What felt like a good five minutes must have been only a few seconds. The elevator came to a halt and the doors opened. We both released our grip on each other, she straightened up and said, "You see, I cannot possibly work for you now. Goodbye, Hugh." She turned and sashayed up the street and around the corner. She was out of sight just like that. She was gone. I hadn't even properly processed what just happened and now she was gone. I took a cab back to my office, I needed to think and that was always the best place for it. Back at the office, I took out Nora's personnel file. She was 26. We actually missed her birthday by a few weeks. She never even mentioned it. She was single, no next of kin listed, her university advisor was listed as an emergency contact. She really didn't have any one else, I wondered. She had been attending law school for a while, taking only a few classes at a time, to be able to make money for rent. She lived only a few blocks from here, near the park where I had first seen her. Without thinking about it, I touched my lips and face where her lips and hand had touched them. I felt 17 again. Totally unprepared, no clue what to do next. But I wasn't going to let this be it. I was 55, divorced, no strings attached, except to this firm, which she already said she wouldn't work for anymore. What would stop me from going over there? She wasn't my employee anymore, but she still might reject me. My better judgment would have slept on it for a night, but I wasn't going to wait for that thought to fester. I got into my car, I was a man on a mission and drove to her apartment, a five story brownstone in a decidedly odd neighborhood. Her name wasn't listed on any of the buzzers, so I walked back out front to see if I could catch her in a window. A flash of white fluttered in a window below street level. Then another. And another. Finally the sounds of "Nights in White Satin" reached my ears. I bent over to look inside the windows, and saw Nora slowly dancing to her music, wearing a short white satin robe. Her hair loosely falling about her shoulders. Her bare legs and feet toeing the edge of the carpet. I had guessed correctly, her hair really was shoulder length, but I looked nicer unrestrained. I got up all my courage and walked down the iron steps to her door as quietly as possible. I didn't want to interrupt her. I took a seat on the stairs and watched her through the windows. I know it must have seemed almost sinister to most passersby, but I just couldn't get up to knock. The view was too nice and I hadn't figured out yet what I was going to say to her. She turned around as the song came to an end to hit play again, when she spied me in the window. Her face softened and she walked to the door. Not pausing to put on shoes or something to cover her, she stepped out into the cramped space in front of her door. Her bare feet were in stark contrast to the black metal stairs as she toed up the steps towards me. About two steps away from me, she leant forward, nearly letting herself fall forwards. Her hands reached for my shoulders, pressing them backwards against the steps. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her close towards me. There were her lips again, eagerly reaching for mine. Her tongue coaxing mine. My senses were getting as numb as my back against the iron stairs, but I didn't care. I had her in my arms again, and especially in this perched state, it just seemed like she belonged there. Summer with Nora From above, a shrewish voice trilled, "Nora, congrats on finally getting a guy to your apartment, now take this inside. The whole city doesn't need to see you screwing your boyfriend." Frustrated by the rude commentary on her life, Nora dislodged a smidge out of our embrace to look up, ready to spout something in return. "I think we should follow that advice." I whispered into her ear that was conveniently facing me. Nora dislodged further, pulling me up with her. Walking backwards into her apartment, everything started to whirl around me. There were her lips, eagerly seeking mine, her hands on my jacket, unbuttoning, while I stepped out of my shoes. Shirt, belt, pants, her robe, tank top and shorts soon led a trail towards her bed, a large four-poster with white sheets. The music had continued to play quietly, as we moved onto the bed. Was this really going to happen? I wanted to say something, clarify something, though I hadn't even figured out what yet. I opened my mouth to say something, but before I could begin to stammer my way to coherency, Nora whispered, "Afterwards. You can say all you want afterwards." She trailed a line of hot kisses from my lips, down the side of my neck, collarbones, to my chest. There she circled my nipples with her tongue. God, I had missed out all these years. I cursed my wife in my mind, so many years of sex, but none as good, as this was just starting out to be. She continued her line down my stomach over the scar I had received in my brief encounter with the army, to the waistband of my shorts. I was grateful for the quick reprieve, knowing that if she continued I might not last much longer and just die on the spot. Hooking her warm fingers into the waistband of my boxers, she inched them down. My erect cock sprang out, standing at full attention. She tossed the boxers aside, and knelt between my knees at the foot of the bed. Presenting herself to me, she took off her bra and thong, tossing them in the same direction as the rest of our clothes. She sat on her heels and my eyes had a chance to wander. Her rounded thighs led up to her wide, womanly hips, a mound of dark blond curls nestled between her thighs. Above her hips a soft stomach curved upwards, nipped in a bit at the waist. Two slight but round breasts rose and fell as she breathed heavily, growing uncomfortable at my visual exploration of her body. Her hands tried to cover her stomach, fidgeting uncomfortably. Her shoulders slightly hunched forwards, her neck nice and long, she still held her head high, looking straight into my eyes, even if her expression was nervous. Her hair, wavy in this heat, danced around her shoulders as she continued fidgeting. I was relishing her nervousness, not having seen it since the last time I had hugged her close in the office. She always looked so put together, so in charge of herself, seeing her uncomfortable was actually a bit empowering for me -- I still had the ability to make women even of Nora's age nervous. I felt her body's effect on me, and reached out for her hand. Our fingers interlaced and she pulled herself towards me. Cradling Nora in my arms, my hand traced over her shoulder her breasts, down her waist, to her beautiful ass and thighs. I had admired them from afar and underneath her clothing but this was different. Her eyes were watching my hand as it traced her thighs, she reached out and pulled my hand back to her breasts. I stroked her breasts, her rosy nipples tightening under my touch. Lowering my face to her breasts, I licked and sucked each in turn. This gave my hand free reign to roam back to her ass and thighs. I loved their silkiness. When she placed her hand on mine again, dragging it upwards again, I gave a disapproving moan from between her breasts. This was apparently not what she expected, she stiffened up in my arms, and I looked up at her confused face. "What is it?" I asked. "My thighs and butt. They're fat. I'm fat. Just..., please don't lavish attention on my least desirable parts. It makes me uncomfortable." "Least desirable?! Are you kidding, they're beautiful. You're beautiful. All of you, your thighs, your ass, and please don't call it a butt, this" and I squeezed her beautiful ass heartily, "is an ass. A beautiful, round, soft, delicious ass. And I could touch it indefinitely." With half-closed eyes, she laughed nervously, then gradually more fully as I continued to stroking and squeezing her thighs and ass. "What can I say, old men like a bit of meat on their women." "You're hardly old, but thank you." "Sweetie, I'm thirty years older than you, I qualify as old." "Well then, you hunk of old man, do this woman, fat thighs and ass and all." I wasn't going to wait for that order twice. Faces crashed together, lips sought each other. Everything just whirled. Since my hand was already on her thigh, I slid it down further to the even softer skin between her thighs, seeking the hot patch of dark blond curls. She sucked in breath as my fingers found her soaking wet pussy. Pushing in one then two fingers, Nora's breathing became increasingly ragged as I rubbed her clit with the base of my palm. Trying to play a more active role, Nora's hands trailed from around my neck, the hands of one hand stroked through my hair. I am blessed with a full head of dark brown hair. I only started going gray last year during my divorce. I think seeing my ex's alimony demands did it. Nora's other hand delicately traced down my spine, until she reached the top of my ass. Trailing her hand around my hip, she swiftly took a hold of my cock. Wrapping her fingers around the shaft, she twisted her hands while sliding up and down the enter length. I began circling my thumb around her clit, while continuing to slide index and middle fingers in and out of her soaking pussy. The hand, Nora had kept on my head, pulled me strongly towards her, her pussy clenched around my fingers as she exploded. She lay on her back, breathing heavily, trying to calm back down. Having recovered her breath, "Sorry, I'm being a bit selfish, let me remedy that." She pushed me onto my back, tucked a few pillows behind my back, straddled my cock, but rather than guide me inside her, she scooted back and forth along the length, getting me all slushy and wet with her own juices. She slid further down my legs, making herself comfortable between my calves. Quite the sight, my cock standing up straight into the air, glistening from her juices, Nora sitting on her heels between my legs, naked as she was. This time there was no fidgeting, no nervousness, she bent at the waist, her hair falling forward, as she nuzzled up to my cock. After covering every inch in wet kisses, she took me into her mouth, her hands providing additional pressure at the base. The tip of her tongue traced zigzag lines around the head. Her hands slid up and down while circling around the shaft, her tongue driving me mad with sensations. Trying to focus my attention away from her ministrations, my eyes wandered up from this slightly bobbing, blond head of hair. Her back was lightly tanned, the fish tattoos 'swimming' towards me. But there was more than I had previously seen. A large black flames snaked their way up her spine,-- that must have hurt, all of them must have hurt. Flitting in and out of my view as she sucked my cock, sighing contently. Her round ass sticking proudly into the air. What a sight, what a sensation. My mind was still reeling, when I felt it churn, the waves of an orgasm crashing towards me. A few short moans was all I could muster to indicate that I was close to climax before shot my seed inside her warm mouth. Her tongue still coaxing. When I was finally beginning to shrink insider her hands, she looked up. She licked her lips, pushing the last drop of semen into her mouth with the back of her index finger. Her eyes twinkled mischievously at me. It was that same look she had given me all those weeks ago on her first day. She climbed the length of my body, her thighs straddling me while her nipples and breasts stroked up my torso. Reaching my face, she bit her lower lip and looked straight into my eyes. Half sitting on me, she grasped my head in her hands and kissed me deeply. I could taste both her and me on her lips. Normally, I wasn't too crazy about either sensations, but with her I didn't care, I actually liked it. I just wanted her in my arms, feel her, taste her. Everything. I hugged her around her waist, nearly crushing her into me. She gave a quick giggling moan when she sensed the same desperation in me, as she felt had felt herself. We nearly devoured each other, releasing pent up frustrations and desire from those past weeks, but also years of not being sated properly. My cock was soon fully recovered as it was making itself known to her and me by stroking against her ass. Nora reached around her, pumping me a few times, then raising herself from my lap, and guiding my cock insider her. Despite the fact she was nearly dripping wet, she was tight. She slowly guided herself inside, then began to fuck me slowly. Her hands were on my chest for balance, but the distance between us was too big for my liking. I pulled her onto my chest, hugging her closely. With my hands on her hips, I pushed up against her. She met each thrust eagerly. We were so desirous for each other, we didn't last long. She exploded first, her pussy contracting wildly around me, fucking me on its own, which did me in -- I wanted to pull Nora off me so as to not lose it insider her, but she quickly held onto my hands from her hips as I tried to push her off, "No, come inside me." She hissed as she continued to pulse through her orgasm. Her voice, so guttural, so demanding, brought me over the edge. What seemed like good five minutes, I shot my gooey load inside her tight, wet hole. My heart was racing, my body was tingly, but that fog my mind had been in was lifting. My eyes were closed, and I was ready to drift off into sleep, when I felt two wet lips kissing and cleaning my cock, ten kissing their way up my chest. Sleepiness kept me from opening my eyes, so I just relished the sensations. Nora trailed her way up to my ear. She whispered, "I'm going to take a shower, you're all clean, so if you're going to fall asleep, leave me a pillow and the right half of the bed." She kissed my earlobe, gently biting it. I opened one eye to look at her. She was padding off towards the bathroom, her ass jiggling as she walked along. I really do not understand why people didn't like that. What's more sexy than a soft woman with something to hold onto. I had no intention of leaving her half a bed to sleep on, I needed to feel her body. I lay smack in the middle, arranged the pillows for both of us, straightened the sheets a bit so we wouldn't sleep in a mess. I was reclining on the pillows, when she came back out. She was wearing her satin robe again, and her wet hair splayed across her shoulders, wetting the satin. Nora gave me a mock frown as she walked towards the bed, "So that's how it's going to be? Just take up all the bed, what's next?" she winked, shrugged off her robe and climbed into bed next to me. "For tonight, nothing. Just needed you in my arms. But if you'd rather keep your bed to yourself, I'll leave." I replied with a fake frown, moving to climb out of the bed, I sat on the edge of the bed. "Don't you dare," she cried, and lunged at my back. Wrapping her arms around me, kissing my neck and shoulders. She pulled me back into bed, and snuggled up to me. I kissed the top of her wet head, soaking in her warm scent and fell asleep with Nora in my arms --as planned. The next morning, I woke up when my arms were decidedly empty. A little annoyed, I looked around the room for Nora. There was a large closet, crammed with clothes, doors wide open. A few bookcases stuffed with books, I already knew she liked to read, but this was astonishing. Across from the window was an old vanity with a mirror that also served as a desk. Nora sat on the only chair in her apartment typing on her computer. She was almost dressed, shoes were already on, a pair of black heels and her hair was already pinned up and her make up was done. All that was missing was her clothes. A bit odd that she would wear her heels before anything else, but heck, I liked her in heels. I was staring at her ass on the small chair; she shifted around a bit as she typed. A good sight for an early morning. I had been watching her body so intently, I hadn't noticed that she had closed the computer and was looking at me in the mirror. "Never seen a naked woman before?" she asked in a low voice. "Not one like you. Come here." "Nuh-uh, I have a job interview this morning, and you need to get to work." "It's my firm, I can miss work if I want to." "And leave James to fend for himself?" she replied with a laugh. Yes, James would be lost all day, but I didn't want to leave this bed, leave this sight. "What job interview do you have today? Already looking for something else?" "Come on, I told you I can't work for you anymore. I wouldn't feel right getting paid to work just outside your office when all I wanted to do was work you in your office." She walked over to me, her ass swaying deliciously. I couldn't let her disappear from my sight. A plan was formulating in my mind, but she would have to agree for it to work. "No, that just won't do." "See?! I need another job." "That's not what I meant. You working somewhere else. That just won't do." She opened her mouth to reply, I put my fingers to her lips, "How about we try it anyway? And if it doesn't work, well, you still need to pick up your last paycheck." Nora wrinkled her forehead, pouting her lips, "Alright, but don't you dare tell anyone what happened." We both got dressed, and took my car back to the office. Once back at the office, I opened the door for her in the garage. Nora wanted to get to the office before me, so that we wouldn't walk in together. I took a hold of her hand, as we walked towards the elevator. Inside it, I pulled her towards me, kissing her deeply. She had been trying to shake my hand, but when I kissed her other hand strayed to the back of my head, stroking through my hair. I shiver ran down my spine, straight into my cock. If all went according to plan, this would work out after all. The elevator dinged and we walked out. She had finally managed to wrestle her hand free and quickly walked towards her desk. The day passed fairly normally, Nora didn't stop by my office, in general I didn't see much of her, only her secret looks from her cubicle showed her true feelings. Everything else was office-appropriate. That's how it was for several weeks. I would drive to her apartment after work, stopping by my place to pick up some clothes and food. That first day, I had gotten a few looks when I showed up in the same clothes as the night before, and Nora's kitchen consisted of some old plates and cups and a hotplate. Not exactly what I had in mind for dinner. I would get to Nora's place and we would eat, talk and then make love for hours before falling asleep together. The next morning, I would get my private show of naked woman prancing around in heels. More than one morning, we'd both have to get showered again, because we wouldn't be able to resist each other. It all stumbled to a wonderful normality -- cordial and friendly in the office and more sex than I had had for years after work. I felt young again, Law school had started again and she reduced her hours Tuesdays and Thursdays to only in the morning, since she had classes those afternoons and evenings. She would surprise me at the door, almost devouring me, as though she hadn't seen me all day. We'd talk about what she was studying, but we always left out the future and our relationship. I always assumed that she wasn't comfortable with the idea of publicly dating someone my age. I wanted to shout it in the street that I was falling in love with this woman, irrespective of her or my age. Weekends were usually spent at her apartment, or just around her neighborhood. After that first night, we didn't really care anymore who saw us around there. It was an odd neighborhood anyway, so we didn't draw attention to ourselves. Most people just assumed she was my daughter, unless she grabbed my hand or I wrapped my arm around her waist. We'd go to the movies around the corner, and neck like teenagers in the back of the theater. But we never ventured into other parts of town. One night at the firm, as everyone started to leave and she was sure we wouldn't be watched, she turned around in her chair. Nora shot me a smoldering look and licked her lips. I pushed aside the work I had been doing, and watched her. It had been a week since we last had sex, Mother Nature putting my hopes and fears of pregnancy at ease, and putting a damper on all but my pleasure. Nora wouldn't even let me near her without her wearing underwear. She still made very sure I was happy, sucking me dry nearly every night. but still I missed her tightness, I missed slowly crashing into her, my body as close to hers as humanly possible. Spreading her legs and inching up her dress, she revealed black lace between her legs. She hooked her thumbs into her panties, a tugged them downwards. Pulling her panties off her legs, she closed her legs again. She blew me a kiss and turned around in her chair again. This was certainly a new development, having made certain to show no particular interests around the office, I knew this week of no sex, had her as excited as me. I lowered the blinds around the office, except for the window facing the City. "Ms. Stewart, could I see you for a moment." The office was nearly empty, but just in case anyone was still listening. Nora rose from her chair, turned off her computer, grabbed her purse and sashayed towards me. Her eyes burned straight through me. Once in the office, she closed the door, and walked around the desk, and said, "Well, today was torture." "Torture?! You're going to call today torture?! Try sitting at my desk with that view." "Actually, I am going to try sitting on your desk first." She winked at me, moved between my legs, and sat on my desk. Crossing her legs, she gently stroked against the growing bulge in my suit. I took hold of both her legs, kissing up from each calf, past her knee to her thigh. Her stifled moans filled the room, as she tried to silence herself with a hand over her mouth. Diving under her skirt, I found her moisture already spreading to her thighs. I licked it all up before getting to the main attraction. She was squirming above me as I kissed her soft inner thigh and yelped quietly when my tongue flicked across her clit. She had shaved from the night before, so her skin was even more sensitive to the touch. A quick knock on the door interrupted what was sure to have become a scream coming from Nora, who quickly clapped her hands over her mouth, and clasped her legs together. Pulling myself from between her legs, my face flushed, I tried to sound as coolly pulled together when I answered, "Yes, what is it?" "Oh, it's James, sir. I was just checking on you. Anything else you needed?" "No, thank you James, Nora and I have it perfectly under control." Nora punched me in the arm, looking at me to keep me from telling our secret further. "Ok, then I'll be getting home. Goodnight." Nora shot me an accusatory look, but forced me to laugh. I nearly overheard James, who had been walking away, saying to himself, "Finally, good for him." Little did he know. "Hugh, you promised. Don't tell anyone, they'll just think I'm some gold digger." "But I want to shout it to the world. I think you're the sexiest thing alive. And I am falling in love with you, Nora Stewart. I could scream it from the rooftops." She was laughing again, "If you think that's going to get you out of finishing the job here, you're mistaken, Hugh Cooper. Now finish what you started." Summer with Nora "You want me to finish what I started? Come here you." I leaned into her, kissing her deeply, holding her to me with one hand, while squeezing her breast and nipple through the silky fabric with the other. She reached down towards my pants, unbuckling and unbuttoning me. My pants dropped and Nora tugged my shorts down. My cock sprang out pointing straight at her dripping wet pussy. I slowly sank inside her. Because of her half-seated position, she was even tighter than the night before, but having her so close to me was wonderful. I'm a sucker for being able to hold a woman close and kissing during sex, and she was seemingly the same. Being able to look her in the eyes, made it all the more real what was happening, that it was not just another fantasy. Between kisses, Nora growled, "Fuck me, Hugh." Biting and tugging at my lower lip. Her voice was once again so different from the softness it usually held, I quite enjoyed this version of Nora. Matched the tattooed version that I could see when she was naked. I grabbed her hips and started sawing in and out of her quickly. Nora's hands grabbed at my shoulders to hold on, one reaching around my neck, the other clenching around my upper arm. To keep from screaming, Nora buried her face in my neck, kissing and nipping when necessary. Whereas the previous weeks were lovemaking, this was pure fucking. Nora barely stayed on the desk, and, as I would later notice in the mirror, I had both scratches and bruises on my neck and arm from where she had tried to hold on to me. We both thundered to a screaming orgasm, and she once again had me release inside her. Pulling her with me, I sat down in my office chair and had Nora sit in my lap. She hooked her legs over the armrest, hung her arm around my neck and protectively wrapped my arms around her waist. I turned the chair to face the window and we both stared out the window into the star-filled sky. There, a light suddenly flashed across the sky. "A shooting star, quick make a wish." Nora whispered. She had her eyes pressed shut and mouthed a few words. She looked like a little girl, but when she opened her eyes she was all woman again. Her eyes burning a hole into me again. "What did you wish for, Hugh?" "Oh, I don't need anything, I have it all right here. I have my firm, a career, a good home, ... and you in my arms, nothing else I need." I small smile escaped her, but it wasn't the reaction I had hoped for, "What is it? What did you wish for?" "Oh, just that we could have a more normal relationship, no more secret dates at my place anymore. No more secrets. I know that doesn't really work, and you don't really want that. It's just what I wished for, don't worry about it. Now, where were we?" She kissed me, trying to end the conversation, but I pulled away from her. "You really want that? With me?" "Yes, of course with you. You think you're the only one falling in love?" "Well, then we'll just have to do that. But first things first," and I kissed her deeply, "now, let's go home. My home." Nora just smiled with her eye brows raised in surprise, but made no motion to get up. Being silly, I started rolling the chair towards the door with my feet. Nora just started laughing, her whole body shaking with laughter. Sighing, "I love you, Hugh. But sometimes you're just a big kid and even then I love you." She took hold of my face, and kissed my lips lightly. She swung her legs off the armrest and stood up, holding out her hands for me. We walked to the car, and drove to my place for the first time. I live a bit outside of town in one of those suburbs where everyone knows each other's business, and I could read the worry about this new development on Nora's face. "Hey, look at me, everything's alright. Relax." Nora smiled lightly, but relaxed against the seat, the cool breeze from the air conditioning blow over her. At the house, I parked on the street, the driveway being taken up by a weekend hobby I had long neglected, a boat I was building. I had finished it a while ago, but never gotten her into the water, having finished the boat shortly before winning the big case, shortly before Nora took up all my weekends. I opened the door for her and she stepped out, then looking pointedly at me, "You've been holding out on me. Making me sweat in that little apartment of mine when you have a perfectly good boat to enjoy a breeze on." She winkled again. "Well, once we figure out what to name her, we can take her out on the water. It's bad luck otherwise. But come on inside, I'm about to melt out here." I walked her to the front door, or pushed her rather, since I was holding her in front of me, as we walked. She was laughing, shaking her head at this other instance of silliness. "And you're supposed to be 55. Yeah, right!" Inside, she stood in the entrance hall, "Ok, you've definitely been holding out on me. Nice digs. But I thought you were divorced. She didn't take everything?" "She wanted to," I replied with a grin, "but let me show you the rest." I continued to push-walk her throughout the house. Kitchen, living room, bedroom, den, guest bedroom. "Wow. And you're sure your ex-wife isn't still hiding out in the house. You wouldn't even notice with all those rooms." She was grinning widely as she looked up at me. "Pretty sure, but come on, let's get to bed. Maybe we can come up with a name by tomorrow. I want to finally get that boat in the water. Besides, I just want to get you naked in my bed." Nora pushed away from me and started to unbutton her dress as she walked towards the bed. All I could see was blue silk sailing to the floor, and Nora's gorgeous ass walking away. Bra quickly followed. She wasn't wearing panties, since this evening, so she just walked around the room naked, releasing her hair from its clip. Kicking off her shoes she slipped under the sheets, "Aren't you coming?" I ripped my shirt off, buttons flying, and took off the whole mess of shorts, pants, socks, shoes in one fell swoop. Diving into bed, I didn't stop until her lips were pressed against mine. We were both so exhausted from the night before, but needed to at least feel each other close before falling asleep. My mind managed to put together a list of what to do the next day -- a first official date, flowers, restaurant, and all. Then there was this downtown business association ball in town, I usually attended with my ex, but this year I would bring Nora. Time to share my joy with the world and if my ex was there, all the better. My last thoughts were of Nora in a stunning dress, dancing with me at the event. The next morning, I slipped away before Nora had woken up. I drove to town to pick up some clothes from Nora's apartment, some shoes, some lacy things she kept surprising me with, I also stopped by my office to RSVP for the event and make some arrangements for later that evening. It all took me less than an hour, so when I pulled up to the house I thought she might still be asleep. I walked in to the sounds of her making breakfast in the kitchen. Nora would have been everyone's dream, standing in heels with an apron on and nothing else. I slammed the door shut to get her attention. She turned around with a big smile, but quickly yelped, "Ouch. Oooh, that hurts." I dropped everything, and ran towards her. Some oil had splattered against her bare hip when she turned around. "I need to get dressed before I do this again." "Nuh-uh. I like you like this. But come here." I picked up a towel from the stand, soaked it in cold water, and held it against the bright red spot on her hip. "Aaaah, that's cold!" I took off the towel and kissed around the spot, "Is that better?" Nora sheepishly mumbled in agreement, I knelt down in front of her and continued kissing her red bruise. With one hand, Nora turned off the stove and ran the other through my hair, pulling my head toward her pussy. I reached around her for the apron strings. Loosening them, I tossed it in a corner. Taking hold of her ass, I pulled her towards my lips. One hand continued mussing my hair, while she tried to steady herself with the other against a counter. I started kissing her bare lips, my tongue dipping between her drenched lips. Low moans escaped Nora, as I slid two fingers into her, slowly fucking her, while continuing my attack on her clit. Within minutes, her knees were buckling, her moans had turned into screams and she roaring through an orgasm; continuing fucking her with my fingers I stood up and held her against me to keep her from falling. My hand was drenched in her juices, my chin was sticky, but Nora kissed and licked both clean, before returning to the stove. "So what did you bring? It better not be breakfast! I am, well, I was trying to make you breakfast. Clearly, still new at this whole cooking thing." "I just picked up some of your clothes. Can't have you wearing heels and a dress on the boat." She turned and grinned at me. "You went through my closet? If I had known, I would have straightened up in there. It's a mess." "That's an understatement, but don't worry about it. Once you live here, you'll have more space." I replied, also grinning from ear to ear. "What are you talking about?" "Oh, you'll see. Let's eat, I'm still hungry." We ate and talked about what we would do that day, getting the boat named, taking it to the water, then dinner at one of the best restaurants in town. She laughed easily as we went through possible names for the boat. "Well, since she's a saiboat, how about 'Mast und Schotbruch'?" "Huh, Mast and what? What language is that?" "Oh, I'm sorry. It's German, it's the equivalent of fair winds and fallowing seas." "How do you know that?" "Umm... I speak German. Well, I did anyway. A long time ago." "There's more to you than I had previously known. What about those tattoos for example?" "You wouldn't believe me if I said they were just a stupid thing I got when I was younger?" "I would, because I hope you wouldn't lie to me, but they don't look like something you'd get when drunk for the first time. Those must have taken a long time and hurt like a bitch, so no, I wouldn't believe you." "Well, the lower one, the flame? I got that when I was 18, somehow I knew what coming down the line, so I got it to remind me to keep that fire under my ass going to make me keep going, but since I couldn't verily put a tattoo under my ass, I put it above it. And the other ones are reminders of people I've lost. I'm not really a Pisces." "I know. We missed your birthday last month." "You really did read my file," she said with a smile. "Alright, so we'll name her Schotbruch, but you get to explain the meaning to the harbormaster." "Deal." I got out a bucket of paint and set to naming the boat. While Nora was inside clearing the dishes and getting dressed for the sea, I got out some more paint and painted a German flag one side of the name and one of those fish from Nora's back on the other side. Packing two bottles of champagne and a few towels and the like, I got ready inside. I put on a pair of shorts and a polo shirt with some deck shoes. When I saw Nora rummaging through the bag of her clothes. "You brought me a bikini, a pair of shorts, lacy underwear and a red dress. Nothing else? What am I supposed to cover the bikini with?" "You're not supposed to cover it with anything. It's a beach. Just wear your bikini top and the shorts." "But, come on, I can't do that. I'll look like a beached whale." While her description cracked me up. It was far from true. "No, you won't. You're beautiful. You have an actual body and it is beautiful. No need to hide it." The compliments worked, but she still covered her midsection with her arms. "Would you stop that, you look like you're cold. Relax. I find you beautiful, everyone else can fuck themselves." I rarely curse, but her nervousness about her body was making me mad. It wasn't that she had any reason to, I know that by today's standards she wouldn't have won any beauty contests, but that was the problem. She actually was beautiful and the fact that a bit more body would label someone as unattractive was pissing me off. "Ok, ok, I'll behave. But you need to stay put with me. Ok?" "Promise." We got to the harbor, she got out and helped me position the boat at the entry to the water. Walking into the harbormaster's office hand in hand, I signed her all the paper work, leased a place at the mooring for Schotbruch. One of the assistants was leering at Nora as she stood looking out the window, her elbows on the sill. "Beautiful daughter you have, sir." I cocked one eyebrow at him. "Nora, could you come here for a second and explain the name to the harbormaster." Nora swayed over to us, and I could see the eyes of the assistant harbormaster light up, he even licked his lips slightly. Once she stood next to me, I reached around her shoulders, and Nora explained the meaning of the boat's name to the harbormaster. Then looked at me, "Anything else we need?" "Just this." I leaned down and kissed her deeply in front of the harbormaster and his assistant. "Why don't you wait outside, I'll be there in a minute." Nora grinned at me and headed for the door. The harbormaster laughed to himself, having recognized that Nora was not my daughter the minute we walked in. I leant over the counter and whispered to the assistant, "She's not my daughter." I wanted to say something along the lines of "Leer at her again and they'll find your body washing up at the beach tomorrow morning," but I couldn't really be mad at him. Nora was beautiful, she just didn't get that. I walked out of the office and walked up to the boat. Nora was inspecting the writing on the bow. Her hands gently touching both the flag and the fish I had drawn. Her other hand was reached over her shoulder, grazing against the upper tattoo. Apparently, I had hit a nerve. I walked up to her, meeting her fingers on her back. "I thought it might make you happy, but I can see it upset you. If you want, I can paint over it." "Don't you dare. I love it, thank you. It is very special. You're very special to me." She reached up to kiss me, suddenly being quite a bit shorter without her heels. "Alright, let's get her named." I moved all the things into the boat, untethered her from the trailer, and took out the bottle of champagne. I handed one of the bottles to Nora, and began my short speech, "Dear boat, long have you labored under my hands, have formed and finally come into fruition. As you now stand before us, your new name will be Schotbruch. As your new mother assures me, it comes from the German version of 'fair winds and fallowing seas'. To you dear lady, may you carry us through storms and bad weather, and may we always have fair winds and fallowing seas. Mast-und Schotbruch und eine handbreit Wasser unterm Kiel." Nora looked up at me in surprise. I had looked up that last bit when she was getting dressed and she clearly hadn't expected it. I wrapped my hand around the hand that held the champagne bottle. We popped the cork and poured the entire bottle over the bow. I tossed the bottle and drove the car and trailer off to the parking lot near by -- I came back to find Nora on deck, stowing the towels and the like in the hull. "Alright, Captain, what do I do? "You don't need to do anything, just sit there, watch out for the main sail." Slowly, everything got pulled into place, and Schotbruch inched forward. Out of the harbor, I turned her from the wind and we took off. She did well for her first time out. I was rusty, didn't want to go too fast too soon, didn't want to head out too far, so we just sailed up the coast for a bit. Nora wrapped her arms around my chest, kissed my shoulder, and said suggestively, "Are you taking a break soon? I'm feeling a little neglected with you spending all this time touching another woman." I turned closer towards the beach and reduced sail, so we'd just float for a while. I turned around, and headed the three steps towards Nora, "What was that about me touching another woman and you feeling neglected?" A mock pout on her lips made Nora just too cute for words. In so many ways, she still had a youth about her and I couldn't get enough of it, it was infectious. She stepped out of her shorts and shoes and wiggled her hips into my groin. "Yes, but you're going to have to catch me first." She ducked away from my kiss, and dove into the water. She was a great swimmer and I nearly lost track of her red and white bikini in the blue water, she was down so deep. She finally came up for air, and was about twenty feet from the boat, paddling in the wet. I quickly took off my shirt, wearing my trunks as shorts, I dove in after her. I reached her quickly, but she already dove underwater and tried to escape. I dove after her, but she was too quick for me. The water definitely suited her. We chased each other for a few minutes; never quite able to catch her, I came up to catch my breath. She must have swum up behind me because suddenly, she pinched my butt, but before I could catch her she was gone again. Finally, I was able to get a hold of her as she swam up from underneath me, trailing around to my front, she kissed her way up my waistband. Breaching the water surface, she crashed into my face, her lips and tongue eagerly seeking mine. She tasted salty, but her eagerness was delightful. She reached one hand into my trunks, cupped my cock. The cold water wasn't doing me any favors, but feeling her touching me was pure pleasure. We climbed back on deck, she climbing up before me. I got a hold of her, around her hips. Since it was not cold anymore, my cock had recovered it normal state, I ground my growing erection against her beautiful ass, reaching around into her bikini to rub her clit. She turned her head to reach my face, and kissed and nipped at my lips. My erection was no full fledged and she could definitely feel it. My other hand had pushed one half of her bikini top away from her breasts. The cold water has hardened her nipples to fine points, which I now rolled between my fingers. Her breasts were definitely fitting into my palms, and I squeezed and stroked them and I continued my assault on her clit. She was getting very slippery, and she reached behind her back to my waistband, to find the zipper. This wouldn't be slow and gentle. I was still half wearing my trunks, when Nora pulled out my fully erect cock, bent forward, pulling her bottoms with her, and held on to the helm. I continued rubbing Nora's clit with one hand, as I slickened my cock with her juices with the other hand. As I pushed inside her, she gave a loud guttural moan, an instruction to fuck her. I switched hands, and pulled away the bikini top from her other breast, that nipple also pointing straight out. I fucked her sweet pussy, her ass rubbing against my groin, as she clenched her hands against the helm. She twisted backwards, seeking my mouth; despite this position, she still wanted my lips on hers. Fucking this madly in plain view of anyone with binoculars on the beach or on a passing ship, heightened our excitement and we soon, grunted to buckling orgasm. By the end, we were both holding on to the helm to keep standing. After we regained some control over our bodies, I brought the sails back up and headed for harbor. It was a fairly straight shot home so I sat beside Nora on the deck and continued to occasionally rub her pussy, though it had become very sensitive, eliciting a moan from Nora every time. I loved the sound of her moans, guttural and demanding. We pulled into our spot in the harbor and I had to keep from pouncing on Nora again as she relaxed against the polished wood. She hadn't bothered to pull her bikini top back into place, even though she had pulled her shorts back on. "Nora, could you readjust yourself?" "Huh? Oh, you don't like?" she replied with a wink. "I do, but so will everyone else, and I don't want to have to drown that assistant harbormaster for leering at you again." Nora laughed loudly and pulled the wet fabric over her pert breasts. Back at the harbor, I ran for the car, to get the change of clothes for dinner later. Nora headed for the shower, to get the salt water off and look presentable. I looked after her, as she sashayed away, when the harbormaster came out of his office. "How was she?"