Chapter 7

Around three AM the new server was in place and now came the long boring part, waiting for the database to populate onto the new server. While it did that, he had just enough time to finish up the tape monkey’s job. A quick peek outside during that task showed that the snow had stopped, and it felt kind of warm out. Maybe all the way up to twenty and no shoveling was needed. Thank God for small favors! He checked his server again, 75% done. He had enough time to go peek in on Veronica before coming back for the “Sanity Checks.” He strolled over to executive row. The only lights in the building were exit signs. It’s kind of spooky when the building is this dark.

He found Ant’s door open slightly and peeking in, he saw the light of the moon filtering between the slats of the blinds which showed Veronica sleeping, a hint of a smile on her face. He kissed her forehead, and she didn’t wake, so he headed back to the server room to finish up his job, but as he left, he noticed a glimmer of gold on the floor.

Around 6:00 AM Josh finished up a letter to his supervisor Mark letting him know that last night’s work appears to be a success and he plans to bring the new server fully online tonight, but right now he’s going to scratch up some breakfast and catch some sleep. He stumbled his way back to executive avenue by way of the break room. In there, he found ample supplies for breakfast. Once preparations for breakfast were made and coffee brewed, he headed over to Anthony’s office for what he hoped would become a morning ritual.

“Good morning beautiful,” he said softly as he leaned over the sleeping blond.

Veronica smiled without opening her eyes, but she held her arms out for a hug. “You’re real,” she said softly. “I was afraid it was all a dream.”

“If it is, I don’t want to wake up either.” He leaned in for a kiss and she hugged him tight.

“What time is it?” she asked as they broke their kiss.

“Six thirty, we’re serving a continental breakfast this morning and I have coffee for you,” he lifted her cup from the end table to show her.

“Mmmmm, I slept better than I have in ages,” she began to stretch and sit up, “Oh! thank you for the coffee!” she sat and took a sip and Josh moved up next to her and they kissed.

He produced a gold object and said, “I found this under the couch, I don’t think we want Mr. Friedman to see it.”

At the sight of Bob, her blood ran cold. “Oh God!” she gasped, and she covered her face in embarrassment. “What you must think of me!” She was near tears and her face was beet red as she reached for Bob, but as she grasped it, Josh gently wrapped his hands around hers.

“It’s ok,” he whispered, and he wouldn’t release her hand. “I just wish I was here to hold you and share that moment with you.”

“You ... you what?”

“It would have been beautiful,” he gave Bob a long delicate lick before releasing it to her. His face showed pleasure in what he tasted. He then twisted a little and pulled her back, so she was leaning back against his chest, his strong arms wrapped around her holding her tight. “I would have held you like this and whispered encouraging things in your ear.”

He would do this? She couldn’t conceive of such a thing, but maybe it would be nice. Her jolt of embarrassment started to ebb. “You don’t think I’m a pervert?”

“I think you’re a person. Nica darling, at our age we all have baggage, our job is to help each other carry the load. Besides, I wanted to do the same thing all night long myself.”

“You’re not mad or disgusted?”

“Disgusted? Oh hell no. Mad? I’m sorry I missed it; I would have loved to join you ... that would have been fun.”

She sighed and let the tension flow out of her body. God, it was good to have someone who understood! Then she started laughing. “I was just wondering what Mr. Friedman would say if he saw us like this,” she gestured with Bob in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.

“I think the panties make the entire ensemble,” he said. She craned her neck and sure enough, her panties were still wrapped around one delicate ankle.

Later, they had breakfast in the break room. Their meal was simple, left-over bagels from yesterday’s staff meeting with cream cheese, coffee and orange juice. Veronica had dressed in a simple white cotton dress that flattered her figure and it was quite obvious to Josh that she was not wearing a bra underneath. “So, what was it like living where you grew up?” she asked Josh.

He smiled. “Two words, hot and sweaty. St. Mary’s Georgia is on the ocean, right across the river from Florida. We were surrounded by pine forests and shrimp boats, and the area was home to a million sailors. You wouldn’t want to wear that dress near the naval base when a boat prepares to leave.”

Veronica looked perplexed. “You mean when it returns, right?”

“It’s a submarine base,” he said, “one hundred and sixty men go out, eighty couples return.”

He had paused, and she gave him a confused look, then she saw the smile spreading on his face and realized she had been had. “You’re horrible!” and she slapped his wrist lightly. Then she asked innocently, “What would happen to me before the boat goes out?” She pulled her shoulders back to tighten the dress fabric against her unrestrained breasts.

“Almost everything that I am thinking of doing to you right now,” he grinned, his blue eyes locked with her soft hazel eyes.

“What might that be?” She innocently twirled a lock of hair around a finger.

“I can’t say right now, you’re going to start work soon,” he leaned forward conspiratorially and whispered, “and it would break Bob’s heart if he heard, ‘cause I’d put him out of a job.”

She leaned forward as well. The neckline of her dress was deep, and looking down, he could see her perfect breasts. Compared to Yesenia’s fleshy mountains, they’re not large, but on her slim frame they look perfect. Veronica’s breasts were about the size of a softball and looking down her dress he could see both erect pink nipples, her areola were darker than the pink of her breasts and they’re circled by enticing little bumps. He was counting those bumps when she snapped her fingers and said, “Hey, my eyes are up here.”

Busted! He slowly looked up at her eyes, which were filled with sly humor. “I know,” he smiled, “I was saving the best for last.”

“Oh, that’s good sergeant,” they kissed long and sweet. “Did you learn that in the Air Force?”

“Of course, we were schooled on etiquette and tea ceremonies in basic training,” and he raised his coffee cup, pinkie extended. She chuckled that melodious laugh and they kissed again.

“Ok you,” said Veronica as their lips parted, “I’ve got work to do, and you look like you’re falling asleep. Go take a shower and leave all of your clothes in Anthony’s bathroom, I’m doing a load of laundry today, I’ll find you a sweatsuit to wear.”

“You don’t need to do that...”

“Yes, I do,” she stifled his argument, “You have been shoveling snow for a full day now, you’re starting to get a bit gamy.”

“Yes dear.”

“And honey, you need to rest up, we have a lot of practicing to do if we want to look good dancing at the Christmas party.” Just then, she received her morning call from Anthony. Veronica put in her earpiece as she shooed Josh off to the shower. Cleaning up their breakfast mess, she answered the call. “Good morning Mr. Friedman ... yes we’re fine, we’re just finishing up breakfast and after that I have a call with Key Bank ... Mr. Gravely? He was up all night working, he’s sleeping on your couch this morning...” she tried to shoo Josh away again, but he crept up behind her and took her in his arms and held tight, which caused her to lose her concentration. She reluctantly twisted free and shooed him away one more time, and this time, she blew him a kiss.

She got tied up on several conference calls that went a lot longer than they should have gone because everyone was talking about the snowstorm. It happens every time there’s a storm, especially one with thunder snow. When she broke free from the calls, there were letters that needed to be sent out. Then Marjorie Friedman called. That was about the adoption support agency she was planning, and for a “snow day” it was hectic.

When Veronica was finally able to push back from her desk, she remembered Josh’s clothes and her own laundry; she forgot to gather them up and wash them. She stepped into Mr. Friedman’s office and discovered Josh asleep on the couch. She quietly gathered up his clothes and ran off to the utility room. In there was a washer and dryer used by the building maintenance crew to wash their coveralls, rags, mop heads, etc. She put Josh’s clothes, including her underwear and blouse, from yesterday, in the machine, started the washer, then headed back to her office.

Veronica never made it back to work. She had all her reports up to date, no more calls or appointments scheduled. Why not take an extended late lunch break? She crept into Mr. Friedman’s office, pulling her dress over her head and dropped it at the door. It felt so naughty to walk across the carpet in her boss’s office completely naked. Her nipples hardened at the thought of her forbidden actions and Josh slept through it. She lifted the quilt, finding him equally naked, then remembered that she had forgotten to bring that sweat suit.

Veronica eased under the cover with Josh and curled up close. He was nice and warm, and he felt good against her skin. She had felt truly comfortable snuggling nude with only a few men in her past, but nowhere near as comfortable as she felt at that moment with Josh. Her past lovers all smelled of exotic product: aftershave, rare colognes, hair styling jells and the like. Josh smells of soap and himself, nothing else. She felt safe to be lying next to him, but she felt excited too, and both safe and excited enough to do what she wanted to do all night long.

She rested her head gently on his shoulder and ran her hand down his chest. He had chest hair but wasn’t ‘furry.’ Her hand traveled lower and reached between his legs very gently. She hefted his balls and found that they were good sized, and she wondered if they were swollen from all the teasing and petting from last night. Now she began to explore his cock with her fingers. It’s circumcised and showing no signs of life. He was so tired at breakfast; he’s probably exhausted from all that shoveling and overnight work. She didn’t have the heart to tell him it was snowing again. Throwing caution to the wind, she eased back the quilt and knelt next to his hip to inspect the goods.

His pubic hair was just as dark as the hair on his head, face, and chest, and down here he again smelled of the soap from Anthony’s shower and manliness. Before she realized what she was doing, she was kissing and licking his cock and it was slowly responding. This was something her girlfriends in steady relationships spoke about - coaxing their lover’s cock to life. This is something that Veronica never had the opportunity to try due to the spurious nature of past relationships.

She took his cock in her mouth and suckled gently, urging it to life, when she heard Josh groan. “Oh Nica,” he moaned. Veronica stopped and looked at Josh and found that he was still asleep and realized that he was dreaming of her. A sense of excitement coursed through her body, and she went back to loving his cock with a new sense of delight. Soon it was fully engorged and stretching her jaw open. She’s had longer, but she’s never had one this thick before, and she began to feast on the challenge that Josh presented.

At some point Josh’s eyes fluttered open, and he saw Veronica kneeling bent over him, one hand cupping his swollen balls, the other hand holding the base of his cock as her mouth rose and fell on his cock. He could die happy right now! He cupped her dangling breast and found it a perfect fit in his hand. Not a cubic centimeter of tit went unsqueezed. When he did that, she captured his shaft in her teeth and began swirling her tongue around and around the head of his cock. The sensation was tremendous.

His back arched as a constellation of sensations flooded his mind and body. Never in his life has he experienced such pleasure. He’s had blowjobs before, but never one with this much warm wet friction. This woman knew exactly how to please a man! He couldn’t bring himself to move, he could only luxuriate in the erotic bliss that was crashing over his mind. She finally caressed the hand he was teasing her breast with. “Nica,” he whispered.

Hearing that, she paused and looked at Josh. Taking his cock out of her mouth, she smiled. “Good morning,” she whispered, then she took a deep breath and did something she normally didn’t like to do, but right now, she wanted to do it. She took his cock back into her mouth and slowly lowered herself, taking that thick, hard shaft deep into her mouth and down into her throat. She almost had his entire length when the head of his cock hit that spot in her throat, causing her to gag around his cock.

“Stop,” Josh gasped. He was concerned for her and when she gagged, he felt sorry for her, but she didn’t stop. He didn’t want to cum just now. He wanted to make love to her first. “Nica, please...”

She shushed his protests with a finger to his lips and began a slow, full-length suck, her mouth sliding up and down his length, driving him out of his mind. She had become used to his girth, so she had no problem with the sweet torture she was inflicting on the man who has fascinated her for a year. For his part, the sight of such a beautiful woman, a person he thought was unobtainable, swallowing his cock was beyond incredible. The sight of that alone was stimulation enough.

Without taking his cock from her mouth, Veronica shifted to between Josh’s legs, which put her tongue on the most sensitive portions of Josh’s cock. More importantly, it allowed their eyes to meet and lock on to each other. “Nica please,” he gasped between volleys of pleasure, “you’re going to make me cum.”

In response, she simply nodded her head and did everything she could to cause that to happen. Her tongue slithered over the hypersensitive underside of his cock, eliciting a pleasure he’s never known before. He was quite a mouthful for her. Her jaw was starting to ache, and the back of her throat hurt where his length beat against it. But he didn’t force it. He didn’t grab her head and try to fuck her throat, as some men did in her past. They seemed to take a sick pleasure in hurting her. But Josh let her drive, and it felt nice to feel in charge of something like this for once in her life.

“Oh my God Nica,” Josh gasped, “I’m going to ... I’m almost...” In response she held his cockhead in her mouth and swirled her tongue over it, she grasped his spit slick shaft and twisted her hands around it. The added wet, gentle friction over the full length of his cock, which sent Josh over the edge. He felt his body tense up, his hips rising and shuddering, “I’m cummmmiiinnnggg!!!” he roared. Explosive waves of blessed relief coursed through his body as he shot spurt after spurt of semen into her mouth.

When he exploded in her mouth, it startled her at first, but she asked for it. He had warned her, and he delivered. Veronica nursed at his shaft, drinking his cum. His cock pulsed and jerked as it spit gobs of semen into her mouth. She’s had a lot of men cum in her mouth. The modeling world and the executive world both seem to depend on it, but she never had a man cum that much before. It surprised her, but she handled the flood as spurt after spurt of his sperm filled her mouth and she eagerly swallowed every drop.

The orgasm seemed to go on forever for Josh. His body shook and jerked from the intense sensations that Veronica caused with that marvelous mouth and tongue of hers. When Josh was finally able to open his eyes, he saw Veronica kneeling between his legs, and somehow, she was smiling at him even though her mouth was full of throbbing cock.

As she released his softening cock, she looked at him with a surprised look and gasped, “Oh my God, that was so much!”

Josh chuckled and pulled her up to him. “It’s been a while.” He cuddled her close and, to her surprise, kissed her deeply. In her past, Veronica found that men loved it when she swallowed their cum, but hated kissing her afterwards, but Josh loved it. Her mouth was so warm and inviting, her lips still soft and warm from her efforts. “Mmmm, you are so awesome,” he growled softly, raising a happy sigh from her.

“I could stay here like this forever with you,” she sighed as she snuggled close, and Josh pulled the quilt up over them.

“I could do the same,” said Josh as they sealed their desire with a kiss. “But what is Anthony going to do when he comes back to work and we’re still cuddling here?”

“I’m hoping we’re done by that time,” she laughed.

“I don’t know if I can ever get enough of you,” he replied, causing Veronica to smile contentedly. “I want to cuddle with my Nica for a long, long time.”

That’s when Veronica decided to take a chance. Most of the men in her life have been demanding and didn’t take well to requests on her part. Fearing the worst, she said, “I don’t know how much cuddling we’ll have time for Effy.” He suddenly looked disappointed, but she continued. “I have a list of things I’d like you to do ... I hope you’re up for a rodeo, cowboy.”

Josh immediately cheered up. He held her close and started nibbling at her neck, his hand gently stroking her narrow waist and her round, tight ass. “I may need some recovery time, but I’m sure I can rope any calf you may have in the chutes.”

So far, so good. She was no longer afraid he was going to act like most of the assholes she has had to sleep with. Now she aimed the car right at the cliff and hit the gas. “I want to drive,” she whispered in his ear. “I want to be the one who...”

Before she could say anything more, he silenced her with a gentle kiss. “Whatever my lady desires,” then kissed her again tenderly.

“Let’s start with my hand,” Veronica said. She had decided to start with the tough one. He had mentioned that he could get into Anthony’s liquor, but she’s never found a way into what she thought was the boss man’s liquor cabinet. Let’s see if he’s full of shit or not. She held her hand up like a hand model would, which was not a stretch. She has done hand modeling in the past. “I think this hand would look much better with a drink in it. Don’t you agree?”

“What would you like m ‘lady, possibly some wine? Our employer has an outstanding chardonnay.”

“Maybe something stronger ... I would dearly love a vodka tonic.”

“Perfect choice, Mister Friedman has a bottle of Gray Goose that seems to be calling to us,” said Josh as he climbed off the couch. He went to a large ornamental globe of the earth that was built to look like a globe from the 17th century and opened it up. It was split along the equator and hinged. When opened, it revealed a collection of glassware and cutouts to hold bottles, a nice little home bar that was popular in the 60s and 70s.

“There’s no booze in there,” said Veronica. “I’ve looked before.”

Josh merely reached inside the upper section of the globe and pulled out a key that was hidden in the lid of the globe. He took the key to a section of the wood-paneled wall, moved a chair aside, opened a small panel hidden behind the ornate molding revealing a keyhole. Using the key, he opened a section of the paneled wall revealing a glass front wine cooler and a rack containing a nice collection of liquor. Soon they were snuggling naked under Veronica’s quilt, sipping their drinks. “So, you said you want to drive?” he asked.

She looked nervous, but nodded. “If you don’t mind...”

“Not at all,” he smiled. “It will save me a lot of guesswork. If you want to be in charge, then take charge! Now try it again.”

“Ok, yes.” She nodded her head affirmatively and in a hardened voice said, “I want to be treated like a goddess! I want you to make love to every inch of my body, I want you to love me like your life depends on it!”

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” grinned Josh. He set his drink on the end table next to the couch and started to crawl under the covers, but a sudden thought sprang to mind. “Ummm, ma’am, about those dragons in HR ... are you sure?” Josh loved his job. It’s the first job he’s loved since he flew gunships, and he didn’t want to jeopardize it.

“Of course,” she said, a bit confused. “Why are you so worried?”

“The employee handbook says that employees of Andalon Data Systems are not allowed to...”

“Darling, I thought you knew!” she pulled him close, her smile of amusement glowed. “I’m not an employee of Andalon Data Systems,” she held Josh’s face in her delicate hands and explained, “You’re an employee of Andalon Data Systems, but I’m not, I work directly for Anthony and Marjory Friedman.” When Josh looked even more confused, she said, “Mr. Friedman and his wife have several business ventures and I am their executive assistant and help them manage all of those businesses. The only thing our jobs have in common is the building we work in.”