The dark screen lightened, and there was her apartment. Eagerly Nora reached out and put her palm flat against the screen.
She was here at last! She sighed with relief. Where was Kyle? And then she saw a note propped up on the coffee table. She walked over to it, and read, 'Wasn't certain when you would get back. Dial 1, and I'll be right there. Kyle.'
Nora picked up her telephone, and pressed one. An automated voice greeted her. 'Your message has been received. Kyle will be with you shortly.' Then the phone clicked off. Nora walked into the bedroom and shrugged off her shorty robe. She was bored with it now. She opened the closet its full width and stared at the clothing. On one end was a line of slinky negligees in silk and satin, with lace, in luscious colors. She debated which one she would wear, trying to decide between a lavender silk and a pale green silk with lace.
As she stood deep in thought, she was suddenly grabbed from behind, a blindfold tied over her eyes. Her wrists were bound with silk. She was shoved facedown on the bed, her legs pushed apart. She felt a single finger pushing between her ass cheeks. She could feel it touching her anus. Her breath was coming in short pants as she struggled not to panic. No word was spoken by her attacker. The finger rubbed her. It was slick with oil. She couldn't help herself. She squeezed the finger with her butt muscles. The finger pressed against her extraordinarily sensitive flesh. She squealed, but the finger went no farther. It just continued to rub at her until she was wiggling with rising excitement. Her ravisher's other hand slipped beneath her, and another finger found its way to her clitoris. Both fingers rubbed, and stroked, and pressed at her flesh, until she thought she would go mad. Unable to contain herself she hissed, 'Do it, damnit!'
The finger between her ass cheeks pushed into her anus just a single joint's length.
'More!' she pleaded.
The finger sheathed itself fully, and she moaned. 'Yes!' Her sphincter muscle tightened about the digit, making it almost impossible for him to withdraw it, but he finally managed to do so, smacking her butt as he got free.
'Do not move,' Kyle's deep rough voice growled in her ear. 'If you try to get away, I'll catch you, and you won't get fucked for a month.'
She heard him go into the bathroom, the water running in the sink, and then finally he was back. She could smell the soap. He had washed his hands.
'Now, Nora, get your butt up,' he ordered, and he shoved a pillow beneath her belly.
She felt him behind her, but he entered her vagina, much to her relief, and as he pushed forward he made contact with the spot she had never believed existed. The legendary G-spot. Slowly, slowly, very slowly he rubbed it with his hot penis. Nora thought she was going to explode with the incredible sensations that began to sweep over her. 'Oh, my God!' she gasped. 'Oh, my God!'
He laughed in her ear. 'Found it, didn't I?' he gloated. 'Now, baby, I'm going to fuck you until you come, and come and come! Do you know how much I've missed you? I've had a hard-on for almost a week now.' He pressed down with his penis on that sensitive spot, and Nora thought she would dissolve in a puddle of lust. Nothing had prepared her for this.
'I couldn't come,' she said. 'My daughter was home, and she's up half the night.'
'Couldn't come?' he teased. 'Well, baby, you're going to come now, and a lot later too.' He thrust hard now.
'Oh, please, yes, Kyle!' she begged him. 'Do it to me, darling! Do it to me!' The slightest movement of his dick and the sensations were overwhelming her. One orgasm after the other came until she was weak. Finally he let his load explode into her, and collapsed atop her for a few minutes. 'Untie me,' she finally said, and he did. Nora removed the blindfold. 'That was very exciting,' she said with understatement. 'Can we play that game with Rolf one day?'
He grinned weakly at her. 'Anything you want, my lady.'
'I didn't know I wanted that,' she said, referring to their encounter.
'You had a bad day,' he said. 'I thought it would help.'
Nora rolled over, and lay with her head on his chest. 'It did, Kyle. I needed to be taken and satisfied like that.' She kissed his nipples, licking at them provocatively. 'How did you know I'd had a bad day?'
'I always know how it is with you. It's my job, Nora.' He put his arm about her.
'You do your job well, darling,' she told him.
'I spoke to Mr. Nicholas,' he said to her.
'Mr. Nicholas?'
'The administrator of The Channel. He says you may have an appointment with him anytime you want. He says he's looking forward to meeting you.'
'Oh.' She had forgotten.
'Don't you want to stay in The Channel, Nora? Have you changed your mind now, darling?' Kyle wondered.
'No, but I'm not ready yet. I have to get my son off to college. I have to see what kind of a deal the lawyers can work out between Jeff and me. I can't take my vacation yet. It was sweet of you to speak with Mr. Nicholas, Kyle.'
'You really ought to see him soon, Nora. You don't know when you'll need to escape from your reality, and you need to know what will happen if you do, don't you?' Kyle pressured her gently.
'You could be right,' Nora considered. 'If I need to make a quick getaway, it would help to have his approval, wouldn't it? Can we arrange it now?'
'Why not?' he said, and he reached for the phone. 'Mr. Nicholas's office,' he said, and then, 'Good evening, sir. Nora Buckley is ready to make her appointment with you. Yes, of course.' And he put the phone back in its stand.
'Well?' Nora said anxiously.
'I have to call back in a few minutes. His assistants are all on a break right now. He can't make any appointments without them, because he's never certain of his schedule.' Kyle laughed. 'You'd think someone that important would have all the information he needed at his fingertips. I'll tell you what, Nora. Go shower and get the smell of sex off of you. I'll pick an outfit for you to wear.'
Nora got up and went into the bathroom, where she showered, and then reentering the bedroom, she said, 'What have you chosen for me?'
He held it out. 'Simple and elegant,' he told her.
Nora looked at the dress. It was a wrap style, a dark green silk with a deep V neckline and long fitted sleeves. 'It's lovely,' she said. Lovely, but not like the damned floral print she had worn today to her son's graduation.
'But first these,' he said, laying the dress on the bed and picking up a green lace garter belt. He hooked it around her, and then ordered her to sit while he rolled the sheerest nude stockings she had ever seen in all of her life up her legs, then hooked them neatly to the belt. 'No bra,' he said. 'Your tits are too good.'
'Panties?'
'Nope,' he told her. 'Too much trouble getting off when you get back, and I'll be waiting for you. The kid is out, and we've got the whole night ahead of us, Nora.'
She stepped into the dress, while Kyle pulled it up and zipped it. Then kneeling down, he slipped sling-back heels on her slender feet. When he stood again, he put her back from him and whistled. Then he pulled the mirrored doors shut, and said, 'What do you think?'
Nora stared. She looked absolutely marvelous. Far better than Heidi Millar, and here in The Channel she was probably Heidi's age. 'Give me a brush. I need to do something with my hair,' she said. 'I'll put it up.'
'No, down,' he disagreed.
'I'll look like a tart out of a 1940s movie,' she protested.
'We'll compromise,' he said, brushing her long red gold hair out. Then he picked up a large tortoiseshell barrette, and gathering her hair into a single thick strand, he fastened the clasp. 'Elegant. Goes with the dress. Doesn't look like a schoolmarm.'
'I am hardly schoolmarmish in this dress with no undergarments,' Nora laughed.
Kyle took a bottle from the dressing table. Uncorking it, he dabbed a little perfume in her cleavage. The phone rang, and he picked it up, putting down the scent bottle. 'Mrs. Buckley's penthouse,' he said. 'Yes. Of course. I'll send her right down. Thank you, Margaret.' He put the handset down, and turned to Nora. 'Mr. Nicholas will see you now.'
