Manuela almost immediately lit up and she seemed to enjoy that
cigarette more than ever. She removed it from her lips but started to
hack with some deep, heavy rattlings and I started to caress her lips with
two fingers before she had put any hand over her mouth. The hot, smoky air
from her cough was flowing over my fingers. "Cough as much as you like
because I love your sexy cough", I whispered because she was trying
to suppress her lovely cough. She let her cough loose and I cupped my left hand
over her mouth and after a few hacks and I moved the hand up a few millimeters
so my forefinger touched that wonderful nose between her smoky nostrils.
Her cough was over so I removed the hand and we started to kiss again.
She soon turned her head away to cough again and I quickly put my hand there
again. I heard her cough sounded thicker now than it usually did. "Please Tim",
she hacked , "I might ... you know... cough up", she tried to say.
- "Just go on", I whispered to her and put both hands over her lips.
When she inhaled heavily and with a thick, wet sound I moved my hands up
just a little bit so that my finger tips reached her long nostril wings.
After yet a second or maybe two, there was no way I could resist touching
her exciting nose, so I cupped my hand up over her nose and felt those
extremely large sides between my fingers. At the same time, she coughed
some thick phlegma up from her smoky bronchis. I thought I would feel
the hot, fluid thing that her bronchis couldn't get rid of because of her
heavy smoking in my hands and got extremely excited but she swallowed it down.
I helped her off with her clothes and we made love. I had no idea about
the sex life of a woman at her age, so I was surprised when she came even
before I did, and we're talking less than half a minute for me.
Manuela was breathing heavily and with a raspy, wheezing sound before we got up and she continued like that for a short while with her eyes closed. I thought her coughing fit had made it difficult for her to breathe, but suddenly her normal breath was there and she slowly started to smile, looking like she was in another heaven. She started to moon and we lied down again on her sofa for a while.
She woke me up with a terrible coughing fit in the shower. She sounded like she was coughing up a lung, like her chest and throat was full of her mucus or whatever. Maybe it was. Again, I noticed how it made me extremely excited, and the more phlegma she coughed up, the worse I got. Or, the better maybe. After a while she came out, dressed in a dressing gown, smiled and asked if I wanted to have a shower before breakfast. I went into the shower, still excited from that coughing fit of hers and could hardly keep myself from... Then, suddenly she came in there, threw her gown off without saying a word and came into the shower and we made love in there for a couple of minutes. Again, she surprised me by being so fast. "I understood my hard morning cough would wake you up, in more than one sense", she rasped, then cleared her throat and left the shower.
First, I was silent during the breakfast. I was so curious to know why she
wanted to have sex with someone at her own daughter's age. I could've been her
son, I mean.
- Manuela, you understand we must keep this as our little secret, don't you?,
I started after a while. Suddenly I realized her situation. Having sex with her
own manager, I mean. A manager who would not like his superiors, neither his
colleagues, to know. I looked up at her, wondering if she was calculating
like that. My eyes revealed my thoughts, apparently. I saw in her eyes
that she understood what I was thinking but after a few moments, they looked sad.
She obviously felt hurt.
- No no no, Tim, she said quietly. - That's not what I'm after.
- Sorry, Manuela, I said, ashamed. - I'm sorry for thinking that way.
I smiled at her. - On the other hand, I could have been the sort of guy that
uses his female subordinates before firing them if they don't keep their mouth shut,
I said.
- In theory, Manuela replied and coughed in her normal way. She was going
to lit a cigarette to smoke together with her coffee and I admired her when she
sucked the smoke deeply down in her lungs. - In theory, but I can see in your
eyes that you're not that type, Manuela replied quietly. - Don't ask me
to explain why I got so hot when you suddenly kissed me yesterday, she continued.
- I would never have dreamt of this, I prommise.
I felt relaxed. - So let's keep our mouths... I started.
- Shut, Manuela filled in and giggled, followed by new coughings in that
left palm. I took the palm in my hand and felt inside it with my fingers.
- Which is not the same as "let's never, never to this again", I whispered.
- Promised, Manuela said and I saw in her eyes that she meant it.
It was time for Manuela and the other's coffee break so Manuela and
her daughter went away to the lunch room. I decided to go there and get
myself a cup from the coffee machine too but I waited a couple of minutes so that
they would sit down first. So, when I came there, the six women were sitting
around a table a few meters away, drinking coffee, chatting and smoking.
I noticed Ana-Maria was not smoking. Probably learnt from growing up with
her mother coughing all the days, and those tall, slim lungs were probably
tired of all the second-hand smoke anyway, I thought to myself. Maybe she
had to grow up coughing all the days from that smoke, I fantasized.
I wondered what that cough would have sounded like. Just as my cup was filled
and I was about to return to my office, my mental picture of Ana-Maria changed completely.
She took a pack of Marlboro reds from her purse, took one out, put it between
her beautiful lips, took her mother's lighter and lit it. A quick drag,
then kept the smoke in her long lungs for a while, before blowing a stream
towards the ceiling. I looked for a second exhale through that gorgeous nose
but her drag had been too quick. She probably always made such quick, small
drags. No, her second drag was better... down into the lungs... I waited...
and waited... and then her first, long exhale came through those long,
long nostrils and the second exhale too ... and the third. Now I MUST go
back to my room I thought, it's just pure luck that noone of them have seen
me glancing at them. At the same time as I started to move, Ana-Maria brought
her left hand up to her mouth and coughed with two rattling hacks.
Not dark, and tight like Manuela's, more looser and drier. That sight
was almost too much...
After the coffee break, Ana-Maria was about to leave, and before
she left I saw her cough once more in the corridor on her way to the exit,
this time with both her hands up over her great nose. I really needed a
little rendez-vous with Manuela, so I gave her a sign that I wanted to talk
to her in private after the other ones had left. Unfortunately, it was
Ana-Maria's 33rd birthday, so Manuela couldn't make it this evening.
- What did you think of her, by the way, Manuela asked.
- Oh, she's beautiful. Looks like you a lot, I added.
- Oh, thank you, Manuela smiled and coughed deeply as usual in her left
palm. - Oh, Ana-Maria's really got a smoker's cough too. And she's just
33. I got mine much later. I mean, of course I coughed a little, but not
what I call a real smoker's cough.
- Does she smoke like you already, I laughed.
- No no, Manuela smiled, - she's not a chain smoker if that's what you
mean. - She coughed more than her friends when she was a child, probably
because I kept feeding her with my smoke, Manuela sighed. - She started
to smoke when she was 14, I thought it was a bit early, but we had such
nice times in the evenings, smoking together. I didn't cough like I do
now at that time, just a little every now and then, and in the mornings,
but it never frightened her. She got used to seeing and hearing her mother
cough, I guess, Manuela giggled, then coughed. She finished her cigarette
and immediately lit a new.
- But little Christa, my grand-daughter, she's 13 now, and she coughs almost always, Manuela said seriously. - Ana-Maria really tries not to smoke too much at home, but Christa is so prone to get a cough. Weeks after a cold, she can almost cough her lungs up, and even between such periods, I think she's coughing much. And, I think Ana-Maria lets her smoke around one cigarette per week with her. Anyone, I got to go.
I left shortly after Manuela and went home. Maybe needless to say that I spent the evening dreaming about my Manuela sitting there smoking with her daughter. In my fantasy, Ana-Maria first got a coughing fit, then filled her lungs with cigarette smoke and let her enormous hook nose exhale the smoke over Christa's face so that Christa had to leave the room, coughing wildly.