The Key

Nonnie leaned out of the open window in her bedroom looking down on the main street. A few strollers out for the evening, Jessup’s was still open on the corner. Millie’s Boarding House was lit up and cars coming and going in the car park by Andy’s. But her eyes rested on the lights across the street, the lights coming from Richie’s office. He was working late again, she debated a minute and stepped back inside and called his office bringing her phone to the window.

“Why are you still working?”

“Where are you?”

“Across the street staring at your windows and thinking it was time you put away your tools and came to see me.”

Richie took his phone to the front door and looked up at her window. “I see ya now, I think you’re right, you look much more interesting than this thing I’ve got on my desk.”

“Put that thing away and come up.”

Nonnie was now moved into her flat above her shop. Her Uncle Stephen had furnished it from his stock in Coffs and with William’s help, it looked really nice, upscale carefully selected antiques and furnishings, keeping her own tastes in mind…nothing gilded or too ornate.

Richie grinned and folded his phone. Soon the lights were off in his office and he went across the street. Nonnie met him at the door and let him in through her shop.

“I’m going to give you this,” she placed an old fashioned key in his hand, “That’s the spare key to my shop. “Feel free to use it.”

“You think I might be shopping after closing time?”

“I think you might be looking for the shopgirl,” she grinned and headed for the back stairs.

Richie followed her upstairs into her flat, “This looks good, Nonnie not quite as fancy as your uncle’s place.”

“No that’s not my style. I like things a little simpler,” she handed him a drink and kissed him.

“Umm, what’s that smell?”

Nonnie glanced at the candles she had lit around the room, “apples, crisp apples, does it make you hungry?”

“Hungry for you.” He looked into her eyes and took a sip from the glass.

She slipped away from him , “I might take care of that…later but for now I want you here.” She went down in the middle of a pile of silk pillows on the floor.

“Oh yeah…what ah position do you want me in?”

“I want your shoulders,”

“That wasn’t um what I…”

“Here…” she pointed.

Richie took off his shirt and sat down where she indicated. Nonnie got on her knees and began to massage his shoulders and his neck. It brought back memories of Toni doing that to him. He closed his eyes feeling the tension evaporate.

Nonnie left a row of kisses up his neck, “you work too hard Richie”

“Yeah but the benefits…” he looked back at her and she kissed him softly on the lips, “Are worth it,” he pulled her around on his lap and kissed her soundly. “My turn now…”

“There’s no tension there,” she grinned.

“Yeah there is, look…” little peaks formed underneath her thin shirt. He pushed it up and kissed those peaks teasing them a little with his tongue.

“Oh no…” she sat up and pushed him back, “I’ve been thinking about you while you’ve been working on that thing on your desk, “so you’re just going to have to let me have my way…”

She began with his nipples and moved down his stomach nuzzling the fur above his jeans.

“You’re getting into serious territory there,” he breathed.

“I’m not afraid…are you?” she unbuckled his belt and started on the buttons on his jeans.

“Fear is not what ah,” he raised his head a little and looked down at her. “Ah ssshhhhhiiiiiitttt.” He lay his head back.

Having worked little Richie into full attention she eased herself down on him,.

By the time they finished easing tension out of each other the pillows were scattered. Richie pulled one up under her head. “You are just what I needed.”

“I’m glad…I saw your lights on and that did it for me because I’d been thinking about you.”

“That did it huh?” He kissed her again.

“Um hm.”

Richie’s phone began to ring and they both looked for it, he found it in his shirt pocket across a chair.

“Roberts…”

Nonnie watched his face, it wasn’t good news at all.

“Yeah okay, I’m on my way.” He looked Nonnie, “Sorry, I’ve got a client in jail.”

“Richie…you need a better grade of client.”

“I’m beginning to agree.” He got up and slipped his clothes on. “I don’t know how long this is going to take.”

“You have a key…”

“Yeah,” he bent and kissed her again, “I got the key to you.”