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I hope that Nora's adventure of awakening delights you as much as it did me . . . . Charisse @BEGIN_FILE_ID.DIZ Nora's Affair (Part 1 of 2) by Charisse van der Lyn@END_FILE_ID.DIZ For weeks, every time Ron came to work, Nora was there, finishing up a few tasks from earlier in the day. She was, he thought, his age, mid-forties; blond, and large for a woman, six feet tall, and probably one hundred and ninety pounds. She always wore loose, flowing , dresses, that came down to below her knees. Although she was friendly, she was a little standoffish. She had a pretty face, with a smooth, youthful complexion. In spite of the wedding band on her finger, he liked to come early, in hope of seeing her. "How did you add third party software?" She asked. She was sitting in front of one of the twenty computers in the computer lab. Ron had just come in, and hadn't even had time to hang his coat up. He was an inch shorter than she was, thin, handsome, but quiet. "Are you in the courseware menu?" Ron pulled a chair closer to Nora, and sat down. "That's the problem, you're logged on as an administrator, not a teacher." Ron moved his chair closer, and put his reading glasses on. His leg touched Nora's. She looked at him for a second, with a look of dispassionate curiosity. "So, I should log back on as teacher--the menu options are different?" "Yes." Ron started to hit the escape key for her, as if she didn't know how to exit. He caught himself. "Sorry." He took his hand away from the keyboard. "Force of habit." Nervously, he adjusted his glasses. Nora shifted in her chair, pressing her leg back into Ron's. "I don't use the management program much." She smiled. "I always forget where things are." "Happens to me too. But I just went through this last week." Ron watched as Nora went through the long series of menus to log off and then back on. He breathed in her perfume, and tried, discretely, to look at her large chest. "Okay?" She asked. "Good." Ron stared at the screen. "Now, move the cursor down to `loading third party courseware.'" He watched her fingers on the keyboard. They were smooth, and white, with shiny red nail-polish. He wondered how her hands would feel on him, holding him, and he leaned closer. "It's asking me to load the courseware." Nora asked. Ron reached for the disk as Nora did. Their hands touched. Ron pulled his away, and blushed when she looked at him. This time she smiled. "I know, `force of habit,'" she said. Nora put the disk into the drive and, following the instructions, keyed in the appropriate commands. "Is that it?" She asked. Ron looked at the screen. "Yes. It will take a few minutes." Nora reached down and ran her hands along her thighs, absentmindedly adjusting her dress. She brushed Ron's leg. "Sorry." She moved her leg away from his. "I'm a little nervous." "It doesn't help having me looking over your shoulder." Ron put his hands on the table, and started to push himself away. "No, no." Nora put her hand on his. "I'd never have gotten this done without you." Ron felt his face and ears burn, blushing more, as if caught leering at her, which he had been. "I should apologize." He looked in her eyes. "I've--" Nora smiled, and kept her hand on his. "You've been flirting." Ron looked down, away from her. "Thank you." She rubbed her fingers over his. "I'm flattered." She looked at the wall clock. "I've got to run." Ron watched uncomfortably. Nora turned to him at the door to the lab. "You're cute when you blush." * * * The next few weeks difficult for Ron. He stopped coming in early, to avoid Nora. But that wasn't always possible. When she was there he tried to carefully kept his distance. He was standing in front of the corner file cabinet, going through the student files, putting away the week's work. He didn't hear her come over. "You've been avoiding me," Nora said. She stepped close to him, letting her arm touch his. "Not really," Ron mumbled. "I mean, it's just that--" "You're blushing again." "Nora? . . . I shouldn't have--" "But you did, didn't you?" "Yes." Ron looked away. "And . . . you're--" "Married?" Nora volunteered. "My husband and I have been separated for three, almost four years." She smiled at Ron and put her hand on his. Ron looked into Nora's eyes. They were brown, warm, and friendly. His heart fluttered, and he knew that this was her game. "It was still wrong to have flirted like that." "I've been thinking about it." "I'm sorry." "Don't be," Nora whispered. She turned more towards him and dropped her arm so that her breasts touched him. "It's given me a great deal of pleasure." She pushed closer. "You understand?" Ron glanced down at his arm, engulfed in her ample bosom. She smiled, with a kind of gotch-ya look. "Yes," he whispered. "But, I am curious," she said. "Curious?" Nora blew gently on his face. "If I hadn't had to leave, what would have happened?" Ron felt himself getting excited. He tried to back away from her, but the wall held him. "Nothing," he suggested. "It was harmless." Nora pushed into him, pressing her stomach into his. "That doesn't feel like nothing." "Oh, God," Ron whispered. He was embarrassed that she could feel his hardness so soon. "When does your class get here?" She asked. He looked over her shoulder at the wall clock. "Ten minutes." Nora nibbled his ear. "We'll want more time than that." Ron put his hands on her arms. "I'm not sure if we should." "Are you rejecting me?" She asked. "It's not that." "What then?" "We're colleagues." Nora stepped back from Ron. She smiled at the bulge in his khaki pants, and at the small, but growing stain of wetness. "You'll have to keep your sweater pulled down during class." Ron looked down. "Damn." "You're curious too, aren't you?" He shook his head, no, but his eyes and his excitement betrayed him. Nora took a deep breath, she had rehearsed this moment a dozen times at home. She was scared of rejection, but she could see that he was interested. "No?" She put her hands on her breasts and ran them slowly down over her wide hips, until they were wedged briefly in her crotch. "Of course," she moved her hands over her thighs, "you're not curious." She pulled her dress up a few inches. Ron stared at her legs. They were large and shapely, and covered in white stockings. He knew he was staring, but couldn't stop. Nora raised the hem of her dress until the tops of her stockings showed. She smiled at Ron. "The straps get twisted." She adjusted her garter straps, and although she didn't have the courage to look at him, she let him see a flash or two of her panties, then she let go of her dress. "If you're free, I'll pick you up here, tonight when you close up. Unless, you still have second thoughts." She turned and left the lab. At nine, the lab closed. Ron was putting things away when he noticed that Nora was standing in the doorway. "I was beginning to think you had been teasing me," he said. Nora grinned. "I had been. But how could I not come back for you?" Ron put an armful of folders on his desk. "That's it. I'll get these Monday." Outside, Nora took Ron's arm, and led him past his car to hers. "I'll drive you back in the morning for yours." She squeezed his arm. "I don't want to lose a minute." In the car, Ron felt himself getting excited again, intoxicated by Nora's perfume, and her gentle but controlling nature. Nora was glad it was night. She had planned this, but she could never have done it without the comfort and cover of darkness. "I have something for you," she said. Ron looked at her in the pulsing light of passing cars and street lamps. "What?" "In my bag." Between them on the front seat was her canvas hand bag. "Go on, open it." Ron picked it up and tried to look in. "What?" "I told you that you're flirting has given me a lot of pleasure." "Yes." "Well, in there, there's a plastic bag for you." Ron felt around. The bag had worked its way to the bottom. "Got it." "Go on, open it," Nora said. Ron opened it at a stop light. He pulled out a pair of lace and satin panties. He couldn't tell their color, pink, he guessed, he held them out, they were bikini cut, low and sexy. "They're mine," she said quickly, afraid that she had gone too far. "From this afternoon." Startled, Ron quickly put his hands down, but he moved her panties around in his hands. "After I got home, and bathed, I put them on." Ron's fingers found the crotch. "They're damp," he said. "I know," Nora whispered. She gripped the steering wheel, angry with herself that she couldn't tell him why. Ron wanted to hold them closer. He wanted to smell her scent--a woman's natural perfume--the smell of her pussy. He was embarrassed at his excitement, and at his feeling of vulnerability if he showed her. "Do . . . you like them?" "Yes." Ron moved them closer. "Maybe it was silly," Nora apologized. "Nora?" He held them up. "Could I . . . " He put them back in his lap. "What?" In planning this, she had remembered seeing on TV, women throwing their panties on stage at Elvis or Tom Jones. Wearing them this afternoon was a last minute, but exciting, idea. She thought that if Ron knew that she had worn them, that would tell him that she had fantasized about him. "You won't think that I'm perverted?" "No." She wondered what he wanted. "What?" Ron closed his eyes, and put her panties to his lips. He took a deep breath. "Mmm," he sighed. He smelled her musty perfume, and he tasted her--imagining that he was between her legs, kissing her sex. <He's kissing them!> She thought, and her heart raced realizing that she hadn't gone to far. It had never occurred to her that a man could covet a woman's panties. That he would make love to them if he couldn't have her. "I hope it doesn't shock you that I fantasized about us . . . " "No." He slowly moved them around so that the crotch was touching his lips. "I'm glad you did." ". . . or that . . . I masturbated," she whispered. Ron opened his eyes and looked at her. "I did," she said, smiling that she had found the courage. "Thinking of you. . . . Would you like to see me do that?" Ron nodded. Nora pressed her hand down hard on her mound. "I'd like to show you, too." Ron looked down at her hand. Nora took her hand away. "We're here," she said turning into a drive. She stopped the car and looked at Ron. "There's a lot I'd like to show you. " She got out of the car. "Come on." Ron walked with Nora to the front door. He still held her panties, but tried to hide them from her, feeling guilty that they turned him on, and that somehow he shouldn't have them. Under her porch light he put his hand behind his back while she unlocked the door. Nora pushed the door open and turned to Ron. She squeezed his hand over the panties. "Keep them," she kissed his cheek, "for when you want to be reminded of tonight." Nora closed the door. "Do you want a drink?" "Not if you don't." Nora turned to Ron and pushed him back into the door, her legs straddled his. "All my life I've accepted what men offered me. I've not had much confidence in my sexuality, so I accepted whatever they gave me. And I've been alone for almost four years. I've never done anything like this. But when you flirted with me I decided then that if I did anything it would be my fantasy, my pleasure, and my way." She felt dizzy, trying to remember the speech she had prepared. "You're going to make love to me." She slipped her hands behind him. "And you're going to do what I want. . . . Maybe I've made a mistake," she looked in Ron's eyes for an answer, "have I?" Ron wanted her; he felt her passion, and he knew he was hers. "No. . . I'm yours." He looked to see if she believed him. "You knew that this afternoon." He felt her panties still in his hand, and touched them to his lips. "And you certainly knew that in your car." Nora smiled, seeing Ron blush, holding her panties. He breathed in her must. "I'll do . . . anything . . . anything you want." Nora pushed her hips into him. "Anything?" She breathed the word, and she felt him pressing hard against her. <Oh, God!> She thought. His manhood--it had been too long since she had made love. Her knees felt weak, and she was afraid--afraid that as during her marriage, she would succumb to a man's power. All the men she had ever dated, there weren't many, and her husband of ten years, had expected her to service them. And that's how she learned about sex: lifting her dress out of the way was foreplay, and when her husband was through, and he got off her as quickly as he could, if he said "I shot my cum good, huh?" that was tenderness. It was only after he had left her that she tried to masturbate after seeing a woman do it on one of his dirty movies. And for the first time in her life she had an orgasm. 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