One Missed Call (Part 2) (Patreon)

This is the continuation of Maya and Noah's story from last month. The third (and final!) part will be posted within the next month!Written by the talented Rabblelaid (Literotica + Patreon)

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Maya buzzed with irritation and sexual frustration, her eyes running over the same few words on her computer screen again again and again without absorbing them. Last night had been… unsatisfying. Sure, it had been lots of fun to send Noah that teasing voicemail. It still put a smile on her face to think of the look on that cocky little jerk’s face when he heard her perfectly planned tease. But although she had had every intention of making good on the sultry premise of her tease and giving Greg the best blowjob of his life, things hadn’t worked out. Her husband had seemed more baffled than turned on when she had knelt down in front of him as he sat on the couch, and when she made it clear that she wanted to give him a blowjob, he had actually refused! He said he had been working all day long, and he felt self-conscious about potential body odor. But it was clear that that wasn’t the root problem. When Maya had swallowed her disappointment and propositioned him for vanilla sex instead, Greg sheepishly admitted that he was actually kind of tired and not in the mood. Maya knew that it was unreasonable to expect her husband to always be horny at the drop of a hat. He wasn’t in his twenties anymore like the obnoxious young contractor he had hired, and there had been plenty of times when Maya had turned him down when she wasn’t in the mood. It just really, really sucked that he wasn’t feeling it this time in particular. The timing couldn’t have been worse. Maya’s teasing voicemail that she sent to Noah had gotten her all hot and bothered, and Greg’s unexpected disinterest meant that she had gone to bed unsatisfied. She had even tried to touch herself in the shower that night, although she hadn’t really felt the need to masturbate since before she got married. It did nothing to relieve her unfulfilled arousal anyway. She wasn’t used to the sensation, and all that her gently rubbing fingers did was make her think of Noah and the picture of his hard, thick cock that he had sent her. And that meant, instead of winding Noah up into a sexual frenzy and then satisfying herself with her husband, Maya had just increased her own sexual frustration to the breaking point. God, when Greg got home she was going to pin him to the bed and fuck the life out of him, whether he was ‘in the mood” or not. Until then, she would have to spend another long day around the house with Noah. She wasn’t thrilled by the idea, to say the least. She still had no idea what his reaction would be to the teasing voicemail she had sent, and if he took it as some sort of declaration of war… well she could be in for a long day. So when she heard the doorbell ring around ten, Maya was a little nervous about the reception she would get from Noah. But there was no way she could explain it to Greg if she refused to let him in, so with a little disquiet in her heart, Maya got up from her desk and made her way reluctantly to the front door. But as she pulled back the door and looked into Noah’s sharp blue eyes, a thrill passed through Maya. The younger man seemed sullen, and his gaze flicked away and down after their eyes met, his mouth pulling into a sour little grimace. Noah was pissed. That was certainly an interesting reaction. Maya’s frustration and dread of the upcoming day shifted inside her into a sort of mischievous intrigue. The clear annoyance on Noah’s face was exactly the reaction she had hoped to get when she sent the taunting voicemail yesterday. And if she was able to get under Noah’s skin with a little sexual teasing… maybe this day didn’t have to be a nightmare after all. … Noah had to keep a tight leash on his annoyance as he got to work that morning. In fact, he sort of wished he was still doing demolition today rather than laying tile. At least then he could smash something. He could admit it. The leggy slut had gotten him good. Her teasing voicemail had turned him on and left him wanting. It was a feeling he wasn’t used to. Normally, Noah was the one doing the teasing… the one who had women eating out of his hand. He had thought that he had Maya right where he wanted her. And then her stupid, filthy voicemail had got him hard as a rock and gave him no outlet for his lust. But the married slut’s sultry voicemail also showed him something important. Maya was definitely feeling the heat from his advances. She wasn’t even trying to deny it anymore. True, she was being a defiant little brat and denying Noah for now, apparently taking out all the pent-up arousal he was causing on her nerdy husband… but that just meant that Noah had to apply a little more pressure. But not today. He needed to regroup. Maya's game with the voicemail had frustrated and aroused him, and if he pursued her again today, he would probably get heated and try to push things too far too fast. For today, he would let Maya think she had won, and let her have the day of peace and quiet she claimed she wanted. Tomorrow he could plan his strike back in earnest. But as soon as he met the little cocktease at her doorway, Noah could tell that he wasn’t going to get a day of peace. Maya had a sort of bitchy frown on her face just as she opened the door, but Noah could feel her key into his annoyance as the door swung open… A transformation happened as she saw his discomfort. A spark of interest lit in her eyes and her full lips pulled up into a grin a moment later. By the time she stepped out of the way to let him through the doorway, she looked positively gloating. “Morning Noah,” said Maya in a purring voice totally different than the normal sharp, annoyed tone she normally used when speaking to him. “Did you have a good night last night?” She leaned against the wall of the entryway with her arms crossed just beneath her tits, pushing them upward and outward a little, staring up into Noah’s face with a mischievous expression that only increased his annoyance. Noah eyed the leggy brunette warily. It didn’t seem like her to deliberately provoke him like this… but then again maybe she was right and he didn’t know her as well as he thought. After all, before last night, he wouldn’t have expected her to send a filthy, teasing voicemail either. “It was fine,” he grunted, turning away to head toward the bathroom. He wasn’t sure what game Maya was playing, but no matter how eager he was to play it with her, today he had to be careful. Unlike the last few days at her house, however, Maya didn’t retreat back to her little office immediately. Instead, she followed after him, continuing the conversation in a light, teasing tone. “Oh is that so? Well, I’m happy to hear it. After our little exchange, I was afraid that you might have a… hard time.” Noah turned in the doorway of the bathroom, meeting Maya’s eyes. They burned with a sort of smoky lust as they stared straight into his. Maya’s face wore a playful grin, and she stood in a challenging pose, her hip cock and her arms folding in just such a way beneath her tits to push them up and out a little. Noah’s primal subconscious sent a hot pulse of blood straight to his cock, pumping it up to half-stiffness in an instant. Part of Noah’s brain recognized that Maya had just gotten a taste for teasing him and was milking it for all it was worth. But a deeper, more primal part of his subconscious insisted that the gorgeous leggy brunette grinning up at him wanted to fuck him within an inch of his life. He wasn’t sure which impulse was right. Maybe they were both true in a way. Even if he had decided beforehand to hold back today, it wasn’t in Noah’s nature to hold back when a woman was giving him with sort of green light. A smile spread across his handsome features to match the wicked little grin on Maya’s face. “Well, if we’re talking about last night… I thought your voicemail was really interesting. It was a riveting description of your… technique. Your husband must have loved it. You could give me the play-by-play.” Maya let out a rich chuckle, and moved a few step closer with a slow, hip swaying walk. Noah felt his cock pump to full stiffness as she stood directly beneath him, staring up into his eyes, the sexual tension crackling between them. Fuck was it just that easy? Did she get off on teasing him so bad that that was all it took for her to want to fuck him? Shit, he could take a little bratty teasing if it meant getting into this hottie’s pants. Maya leaned forward, licked her lips, and purred in a breathy voice… “I have to get to work. Let me know if you need anything.” With that, she turned on her heel and headed back for her office, her ass swaying as she went. Noah stared after her with his mouth agape, then closed it with a snap and frowned. It seemed that the second Maya had gotten the slightest taste of power, it went straight to her head. Noah sat back on the toilet in the stripped bathroom and took a deep breath, willing his throbbing erection to go down. If Maya was willing to indulge in this level of teasing, then his initial impulse to lie low today was more important than ever. If he let himself be goaded, then Maya might not be prepared for how far he would go… After a moment, he had calmed down enough to stand and get to work. But before he did he took one last nervous peek out of the door down the hall toward Maya’s office. Luckily, the door was closed. Hopefully it would stay that way until he could regroup and work out a plan to seduce the teasing older woman. Because, for the moment, he felt a little bit at a disadvantage. … Maya closed and locked the door behind her, then leaned back against the door, her heart pounding and her body burning with crackling, mixed-up lust. That was so fucking hot. The way that Noah had been so turned on, but so powerless to do anything about it! It had felt like Maya held him in the palm of her hand. She had been feeling frustrated all morning from her husband’s rejection last night, and this had put her back into a position of confidence and power, passing that sexual frustration on to someone else with interest. Maya slipped her hands down from where they had been hugging her torso, briefly slipping them between her legs to feel experimentally there before shying away. The sudden burst of sexual sensation that flooded her was a little scary in its intensity. No… no, that was going a little too far. It was fun to put the cocky little shit in his place with some harmless teasing, but she had to keep a hold of herself and make sure she was putting all of that sexual energy toward her husband. She couldn’t forget she was a married woman. But even if touching herself was going too far, there was nothing wrong with pushing her excitement a bit further, was there? She could tease Noah all day long… bring him to his knees and teach him a lesson for ever presuming to pursue her in the first place. Then deny him, and use up all of her sexual energy on the man who truly deserved it. Her loving husband. It was the perfect plan. Maya would have the satisfaction of putting the young stud in his place, and also not do anything she had any reason to feel guilty over. Maya plucked thoughtfully at the baggy sweatpants she had chosen for the day. It had seemed perfect when she got up in her sour mood, but it wouldn’t really work for her current plans. She remembered back to the first day, when Noah had seemed so… focused on her legs in the tight clinging leggings. A wicked smile crossed her face. She still might not get that much work done today, but things were already looking like they might be more fun than she had assumed. … Noah heard Maya leave the room, and for a second he tensed himself, ready for another round of teasing, his cock perking back up to half stiffness. But, luckily, it seemed she had something to do elsewhere in the house. He let himself relax and fall back into the rhythm of laying group and placing tiles, brooding on the situation he had found himself in. It was obvious he had caught the leggy slut’s attention sexually, but he still wasn’t sure exactly how to convert that into sex. His instincts were screaming to just grab her and rip her frumpy clothes right off… but, even if Noah was a self-admitted asshole, he wasn’t a monster. He had no intentions of forcing himself on a woman unless she was enthusiastically on board. Just as he had lost himself in thought, Noah nearly jumped out of his skin as Maya popped up in the doorway. “Hey, Noah!” she chirped. “Just wanted to check in on how the work is going.” Noah stared up at her from his knees and felt a powerful rush of lust overtake him. Apparently, when Maya had left her office earlier, it was to head to her bedroom and change clothes. Noah’s eyes clung to every inch of the sexy older woman as he took in her outfit. She had changed into leggings even tighter than the ones she had worn on his first day on the job. The clung to her long, sexy legs like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination as they displayed every perfect curve and dip. Noah already looked forward to watching her walk away… he was sure that her ass was practically shrink wrapped into the tight spandex. Her top was less revealing, but only just. A oversized short-sleeve t-shirt showed just a hint of the shape of her breasts beneath, and was cutoff at the bottom to display her toned, pale tummy. God this woman knew exactly what she was doing. Noah found himself uncomfortably bricked up and red in the face for the second time that day as he stared up, wide-eyed at the feminine beaty teasingly displayed in the doorway. “Hello? Noah?” asked Maya in mock innocence, leaning up against the doorway and stretching in just such a way to raise the lower hem of the cutoff shirt and display a peek at the sports bra beneath. “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” Noah cleared his throat and finally managed to tear his eyes away from Maya’s body and look up at her face instead, which had a gloating grin spread across it. Maya was obviously having a great time extracting some revenge for the teasing he had done the first couple of days. Noah couldn’t hold back any longer. He wanted her, and it was obvious from her teasing that she wanted him as well. He stood from where he knelt on the rough, unfinished floor of the bathroom and took a step closer to Maya, putting on his best smoldering expression. “Let’s stop these games, Maya,” he growled. “If you want me, then stop playing with your food and…” “Excuse me?” said Maya scornfully, cutting him off with a raised eyebrow. He could see a blush coloring her cheeks, and he knew that he was having some sort of effect on her, but clearly she was refusing to play ball. “Want you? What gave you that impression?” Noah held back his frustration and gestured at the sexy outfit that maya had changed into. “I mean… look at you! You’re putting all this effort in to turn me on. Why go to the effort if you don’t want to… reap the rewards, so to speak.” Now Maya was looking a little annoyed in turn. The blush in her cheeks flamed redder as she rolled her eyes and scoffed. “Look at you, Mr. Ego. For your information, I’m wearing these exercise clothes so I can exercise on my break. How many fucking times do I need to tell you I’m married?” So she was determined to be a little tease. Noah’s lips pressed into a hardened line of annoyance. “The work is going just fine,” he said tersely. “And it would be going better if you didn’t interrupt me.” Maya chuckled, her eyes shining with triumph as she registered her victory in this little power exchange. “I can do what I want in my own home,” she said smugly, “and that includes seeking progress reports on the renovation we’re paying out the nose for.” She took a step forward, once again getting into his personal space. The most frustrating part was that Noah could tell how horny she was. Her pupils were dilated and she had a certain… glow that just rolled off a woman who wanted to get fucked. But she wasn’t approaching to touch Noah. She just stood right beneath him, stared up into his eyes, batted her eyelashes, and said in a sultry, teasing voice, “Now… I’m headed to the living room to do a little yoga. Stop by if you need anything. I’ll be stretching and straining and holding all sorts of positions… but I can multitask and help you out with whatever you need. See you later, Noah.” Then, just as she had before, she turned and walked away. Noah, despite his annoyance, couldn’t stop himself from checking out her ass as she went. Fuck! It looked just as juicy and tempting as he had thought it would, pressed tight against the stretchy, clinging fabric. As he stared, Maya peeked back over her shoulder and caught him looking, giving one more, silvery, triumphant laugh as she disappeared around the corner into the living room, leaving Noah horny and frustrated. … Maya couldn’t hold back the grin on her face as she laid out her yoga mat and got started with some basic positions and stretches. Normally she would just do a little light yoga in her home office, but setting up in the living room presented some new possibilities today that were too amusing to pass up. Maybe Noah actually would stop by and get an even better eyeful of what he could never have. The teasing Maya had tried over the voicemail last night had transformed Noah’s presence and interest in her like magic. What was once distressing and annoying now fascinating and empowering. It was a huge rush to have an objectively handsome younger man lusting after her, and now that she held the power in the exchange, Maya had no qualms about indulging in the rush of heat that Noah gave her. Feeling his eyes on her body didn’t feel so much like an insult now that she was deliberately teasing him. She did feel a tiny twinge of guilt about how she was flaunting herself for another man, but it was easy enough to bury that guilt in excuses. There was nothing wrong with wearing exercise clothes in order to exercise, and the entire premise of the teasing was that she was denying Noah what he so obviously wanted. If her innocent, reasonable choice of clothes and rightfully saying no to a strangers advances gave her a little charge of sexual electricity… well, where was the harm in that? The only one who would benefit from that pent up energy was her husband. She felt that energy flow through her as she stretched and held her yoga positions, and her mind wandered. She imagined Noah in the doorway, his eyes blazing with naked lust as they feasted on her body. Watching as she contorted her lovely form into shapes that emphasizes her curves. She imagined him striding forward, terrible hunger in his eyes. Imagined his hands reaching out, rough and strong, touching what he had only worshipped with his eyes before. She imagined his lips on hers, his thick, stiff cock pressing against her, just as pushy and arrogant as the man himself. She imagined herself giving in, wrapping her long, slim legs around him and feeling the roughness of his beard as he drew her in for a deep, claiming kiss. Maya bit her lip and shook her head, surfacing from the sudden, intense daydream. That… was going a little too far. The whole point of this game was to deny Noah and teach him a lesson for his rude, aggressive flirting with a married woman. Fantasizing about giving in to Noah’s pursuit was definitely letting things get out of hand. But still… her body seemed to pulse with the powerful charge she had gotten from teasing Noah. In fact, that energy seemed even hotter and more intense now that she had warmed her body up and gotten all sweaty from an unusually intense yoga session. Watching him get all hot and bothered and frustrated by what he could never have was compelling in a way that Maya hadn’t expected. She wasn’t quite ready to give up her little game… maybe she was getting a little too enthusiastic, but a few secret fantasies that would never leave her head wouldn’t hurt anyone. She would just tease Noah a little more… just to give him something to think about in the long, lonely hours tonight, and then tomorrow she would ice him out completely. It would be the perfect end to her day of torrid teasing. She sat back on her mat and grabbed her towel to mop up some of the sweat streaming down her face. She had gotten a little over-excited and gone a lot harder with some extreme positions today. She would probably need to go take a shower before she could get any more work done. That made a wicked idea cross Maya’s mind. She bit her lip as an evil chuckle bubbled from her throat. She had just thought of the perfect cherry on top of her teasing for the day. Just one more thing that was perfectly reasonable for a woman to do in her own home, but would drive Noah crazy. … Noah found it a little bit difficult to concentrate on his work. Yoga. Just down the hall, the leggy slut was doing yoga. And she had basically invited him to come watch. He imagined her on all fours, arching her back and pressing her plump ass upward to wiggle in the air, stretching her clinging spandex tight. He imagined ripping the spandex at the seams, digging his fingers into her ass, driving his face hungrily between her thighs from behind and tonguing her sweet pussy, making her whimper and squirm until she was begging for his cock. But he knew it wouldn’t go down like that. No matter how much she wanted him, Maya wasn’t inviting anything right now. She was just being a cocktease. If Noah went out to see her in the living room, she would just smirk and tease and laugh at how horny she was making him before shutting down any attempt to make a move on his part. The only way to win this particular game was not to play. Instead, Noah ran down the list of options he had for tonight in his head. There were plenty of girls saved in his phone who would be happy to give him exactly what he was craving. After today, he would need it. Whoever he called wasn’t going to be prepared for the tidal wave of lust that he was going to unleash, but they would be screaming for more before too long. Maybe that cute little chubby redhead he had met the other day at the bar. Cathy? Cindy? Something with a C anyway. She wasn’t a perfect ten, but she had matched his freak in bed the other day, and he felt like he needed that sort of filthy enthusiasm to drain away all the frustrated lust Maya had built up inside him. Noah stiffened, in more ways than one, as he heard Maya’s rapid footsteps in the hall once again. Luckily, they faded away as she headed back deeper into the house, and Noah breathed a sigh of relief. But he was too wary to fool for Maya’s trickery more than once. He knew that she was having too good of a time teasing him to give up that easily. He remained on edge, ready for whatever the bratty minx would try next to rile him up. But even though he was expecting something, he was still unprepared for how far she was willing to go. “Hey Noah… just wanted to check in one last time,’ said Maya from the doorway. Noah caught something in her voice before he even looked up. A subtle heat that told him something was different. He froze as he glanced upward, his heart skipping a beat and his cock immediately rise to full, throbbing stiffness in his pants. Maya had somehow found something to wear that was even sexier than the tight leggings and little t-shirt. Just a towel. Maya stood in front of him with a faint blush and and naughty grin. Although the towel wound around her torso was tucked tightly and neatly, the very fact that she was naked in front of him apart from one thin, fuzzy layer of cloth made Noah’s body pulse with insistent lust. Beneath the towel, her legs stretched down, nude and smooth and begging to be caressed. Noah didn’t even hear what Maya was saying. He was too busy listening to the thundering of blood in his ears as his eyes ran up her long, luscious legs, to where the towel made a little shadow, barely keeping her decent. Noah had had enough. He had tried to hold himself in check all day, but when you waved a red cape in front of a bull for too long, it was simply in its nature to charge. He stood, his eyes locked on Maya, his mind and body burning with unstoppable masculine lust, and took a step forward. … Noah’s wide-eyed, obvious lust sent another pulse of wicked, dominant desire through Maya’s body, centering at the heated junction of her thighs. She had never felt more powerful, or, honestly, more horny. It reminded her of when she used to go out clubbing when she was younger, before she had met Greg. She used to be able to wrap men around her little finger and make them beg for her, just with some careful wardrobe choices, the movement of her hips on the dance floor, and a challenging, hooded glare. She had forgotten than power, but it came rushing back to her as she saw the naked lust in Noah’s eyes. With that being said, wearing just a towel felt a bit more dangerous that she had anticipated. She really was nearly naked. The cool air of the house tingled on her skin… the way it drafted around her bare pussy sent shivers down her spine, especially with a horny young man staring at her, open hunger plain on his face. “I got all hot and sweaty during yoga, so I was planning to go hope in the shower,” said Maya with a teasing smirk. “But I wanted to make sure you were all set and had everything you needed first.” Noah didn’t respond. He wasn’t even looking at her face. His eyes were locked on her legs, gliding upward toward the lower hem of her towel. Maya’s face flushed red and she suddenly felt way over exposed. Maybe this was a bad idea idea after all. Before she could say anything further or move away, Noah stood suddenly. A pulse of lust crackled through Maya and she let out a little gasp, unconsciously clutching the towel a little tighter. As Noah loomed over her, Maya no longer felt powerful and in control. The burning, aggressive lust in Noah’s eyes and the serious expression on his face made her realize that she may have taken things a little too far with her teasing. But still, that realization didn’t overwhelm her with fear. It only turned up the heat roaring inside her. Suddenly, the weak, helpless feeling of being hunted rushed back to her. Her breath caught and she took a half-step back. “I… I guess that I had better get to that shower,” she said in a wobbly whisper, her knees suddenly feeling weak. But Noah was faster than her. His strong arms were reaching out, and suddenly Maya’s fearful, heated fantasies were coming true. Before she even had a chance to thing, he had gripped the teasing barrier of the towel and ripped it away, leaving her standing naked and shocked in front of him. The cold air tingled across her body, and her nipples felt like twin bullets of desire, standing at stiff attention from her tits, bare and brazen under Noah’s feasting eyes. But that was nothing compared to the powerful traitorous heat that throbbed between her thighs. Noah could see her pussy. The secret place meant only for her husband. Worse, he could see that she was hot and wet and dripping from the day of bratty sexual teasing, instantly revealing her insistence that the flirtation was all in his head was a lie. Maya stood there in front of him, weak-kneed, vulnerable, and so aroused that she could barely breathe. The balance of power had been flipped back in an instant, and the air crackled with erotic possibility. Maya opened her mouth, desperate to say something that would make this better, that would discourage the powerful younger man who loomed over her with fire in his eyes. But once again, she was too slow. Noah’s arms were already surrounding her, pulling her naked body close, crushing her soft form against his firm, muscular body. His rough workman’s hands glided over her smooth skin, leaving burning trails of sensation as they trailed over her hips and back to cup and squeeze her ass. It sent a shudder through her… along with a pulse of filthy heat. The hands of this young stranger on her naked body felt so wrong… but that wrongness only made it hotter. It felt like every inch of Maya’s skin was flushed with hot blood. She looked up at Noah, trying desperately to catch her breath. Finally, after a long moment of his hands savoring her naked ass, she managed to gasp, “Noah, you… you c-c-” But Noah didn’t wait to hear the rest of what she was saying. His mouth captured hers, swooping in to deliver a searing, passionate kiss. Maya pushed against him instinctively for a moment, her nerves jangling with white-hot adrenaline. But then the heat inside her rose up and overwhelmed her, overriding all rational thought. As Noah’s tongue darted aggressively between her lips, her tongue met it curiously, sliding and rubbing against it in a submissive dance. Her hands stopped pushed and instead gripped the front of his shirt, pulling him into the kiss. A distant part of her brain still insisted that this was wrong… that it was insane to be standing in her house naked, making out with a man who wasn’t her husband. But right now that voice felt distant and unimportant compared to the powerful, primal lust drumming through her veins and the feeling of Noah’s powerful hands. They puller her hips forward greedily to meet his, the thick, throbbing bulge in the front of his work pants nuzzling demandingly between her legs. Even while his tongue began lapping with more and more eagerness, Maya tried to squirm her hips away from the sensation. It felt TOO good. Sinfully good. Wrong in the most delicious way to feel the hard, thick cock that Noah had so rudely showed her last night over text. Noah wouldn’t let her get away that easy. Oh of his hands slid down confidently between her thighs, and she whimpered at the intensity of the feeling as his rough fingers brushed tenderly over her lower lips, feeling the hot, slick wetness there. Maya felt a flush of shame as he applied a little pressure, slipping his fingers just barely inside, seeking and finding her throbbing clit. He still wouldn’t release her from the deep, claiming kiss and his fingers slowly circled, drawing feelings and sounds from deep inside Maya that only her husband should ever inspire. Maya felt like she was melting. Burning. She knew she should stop this immediately, before it went even further than it already had, but she couldn’t. She was still held close by Noah’s strong, rock-steady arm, and it felt like her only anchor in the tide of lust. The truth was she didn’t want to stop, even if part of her knew it was the right thing to do.Maya felt Noah hand fall away, but it wasn’t because he was stopping. His hand moved to the buckle of his belt, loosing it with a soft jingle. Maya knew what that meant… knew how bad the consequences could be, but she no longer cared. No… she craved it. She wanted Noah to keep going, no matter what the consequences were. The only thing that stopped them was a sudden sound from the doorway. The rattle of keys in the lock. Maya’s body moved on autopilot as fight or flight mode kicked in, jumping away from Noah as if she had touched a hot stove. Noah moved swiftly as well, rebuckling his belt and snatching the discarded towel up off the ground. He tossed it to her and hissed “Go!” Just as the door opened. The word unfroze Maya and sent her nearly sprinting down the hall toward the bedroom, and beyond that, to the master bathroom. She swiftly closed the door behind her, her body pulsing with fearful adrenaline and leftover lust. What had she been fucking thinking? She had nearly convinced herself that it was fine to openly flirt with a younger man she was attracted to. And it had led her exactly where you would expect. A compromising position. A naughty, filthy, embarrassing compromising position. Maya groaned and buried her face in her hands, feeling a wave of shame mingled with desire as the memory of being held in Noah’s strong arms while naked and vulnerable flashed vividly through her mind. She gasped as a knock sounded at the bathroom door. “Hey sweetie!” called Greg from outside. “Are you ok? I managed to get off work for the afternoon. Thought we could go get lunch or something.” Maya took a deep breath and tried her best to calm her emotions. Maybe she would confess and work this out with her husband at some point, but it wouldn’t be right now. Right now, she needed time to think. “That sounds great honey!” At least it would get them out of the house and away from Noah's prying eyes. “Just let me take a shower, and then we can go. I’m all sweaty from my yoga today.” “Sounds good!” Greg sounded like his usual bright and happy-go-lucky self, which only made Maya feel guiltier. She turned the shower on to the coldest and climbed beneath the stinging spray, shivering and hoping it would cleanse her of all wicked thoughts and let her be a good wife to her husband on their lunch date. … Maya struggled to concentrate throughout lunch. In fact, she was so distracted and nervous and guilty that even her normally oblivious husband asked her what was going on with her. Luckily, she was able to play off her issues as just not feeling very well, an excuse that Greg was happy to accept, but that didn’t make her feel any better. And it wasn’t just the guilt that was the problem. If that was it, she could probably move past it. No, the real problem was the buzzing, frustrating arousal that still filled her to the brim. Even though she knew that what she and Noah had done today was wrong, the idea of it still burned hot in her mind. She couldn’t stop remembering the feeling of Noah’s strong, rough fingers digging greedily into the softness of her ass… swirling with gentle force over her hot, dripping cunt. It sent tingling heat all through her every time she thought about it, despite the pangs of guilt that came along for the ride. She thought that maybe she could work out some of her sexual energy with Greg when they got back from the bistro. After all, her pent-up sexual energy from the night before was partially to blame for what had happened. But when they got home she quick ran to the bathroom, and when she got out, Greg was laid back on their bed, snoring lightly already. Maya had to keep herself from shaking him awake. As annoying as his sudden desire to nap was, waking him up and demanding sex would just look suspicious. Instead, she decided to give Noah a call. By the time they got back from lunch, he was already gone, but she had a burning need to talk with him about what happened. She wasn’t sure if her plan was to yell at him for kissing and touching her without permission, to beg him not to make a big deal out of this and tell her husband, or to… She shook her head, irritated at her train of thought. Obviously she couldn’t pursue this flirtation any further. Today had proven that her chemistry with Noah was explosive. She didn’t want to be that kind of woman… no matter how fun it might be… She carefully closed the door on her sleeping husband, went to her home office, and dialed up Noah with shaking fingers, still uncertain what exactly she was going to say. BEEEP (Annoyed) Jesus, Noah, don’t you ever answer your fucking phone? Listen, we need to talk. And I think you know what about. (Her voice softens a little. She seems confused. There is a twist of heat there too.) Listen, what happened today… it can’t happen again. I mean, obviously. I’ll admit that I’m not blameless. I got carried away, just like you did. But it isn’t right for a married woman to… Fuck… It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s that I can’t. You understand that, right? I’m not some slut that fucks contractors while her husband is at work! If I were single, and maybe five years younger, I would give you the ride of your life… (She’s trying to be firm and direct, but it is clear she’s getting flustered) Shit. I need to stay on track. The point is, there can’t be any more games between us. No more teasing. No more states of undress. Today proved that. If you kept pushing, I don’t know if we would be able to help ourselves. And that’s not some kind of twisted invitation to keep trying, ok? I’m not teasing you right now, I really fucking mean it. No more teasing glances. No more flirting. No more hard cock rubbing up against my… (She groans in frustration). Fuuuucck, I’m just motivating you to try harder, aren’t I? I could see it in your eyes the first day you were on the job. You’re one of those bad boys that won’t stop until he gets what he wants… So… (shaky sigh) I guess then it’s better if we just… Fuck! I can’t believe I’m fucking saying this… (speaks in a rush, clearly embarrassed to even be saying this) Why don’t we just get it over with then? If it’s just going to be slow torture as we tease each other, maybe its just better to… get it out of our system. This is your fault you know! Not today, but this whole thing. You just couldn’t keep your dick in your pants, could you? You just had to have the married woman, like the douchebag man whore that you are. So since you started this, I’m going to let you finish it. You’ll get the big prize that you’ve wanted all along. Tomorrow. I’ll… (her voice is smoldering now. She’s obviously worked herself up into being aroused) I’ll be waiting for you.