The second part of a story between Noah and Angela. Read Part 1 to get their full backstory and some steamy truck sex but you can also just do whatever you want.
"Tea?" Noah asked, reaching out his hand to Angela.
She laughed, tea was such a formal invite after the intense fucking they'd just shared in the garage.
"Tea would be lovely," she replied, planting her bare feet solidly onto the concrete floor and feeling Noah's cum trickle down her inner thigh. Angela smoothed her wool skirt over her legs and followed Noah into the house. Noah saw her briefly look over her shoulder for her bags in the truck and said, "Leave them. We can get them in the morning."
Angela smiled, in the morning, so he intended to keep her here all night... She stretched her tired shoulders. What a week. TRULY, thank god it was Friday. Two busy high school teachers, Angela and Noah had officially met in the parking lot that night after Angela and all her bags went flying across the wet pavement. That's not the only thing that was soaking wet tonight she laughed to herself following Noah's broad shoulders into his cozy home.
Angela gasped, the home was beautiful, smaller than she'd expected but intimate and warm, full of delicate carpentry.
"Noah! Your home is beautiful!" Angela ran her hand along the intricately carved banister and marvelled at how all the wood seemed to glow. She could see Noah's ears redden as a blush crept down his neck. "It's nothing really," he replied humbly, "it's my stress relief after a long week, I just chip away at it, bit by bit."
Angela heard his desire to make the beauty of his home seem like no big deal. But Angela had just felt his entire body, taking her, enveloping her, making every cell in her body sing and ache. And she wasn't going to let him hide his skill. She wanted him to hear her. She placed her hand gently but firmly on his back, stopping in the hallway and slid her hand around to his front, pressing herself firmly against his back.
"It's not nothing, Noah, it's... extraordinary." He took a breath in and held it. As he felt Angela pressed so tenderly behind him he breathed out and she felt his whole body relax.
"Kitchen's through here," they parted and continued down the hall. Noah pulled a stool out for her at the large kitchen island.
"So," Angela laughed breathlessly, "tell me about yourself."
Noah laughed, considering how recently he'd been inside her, he thought maybe she somehow knew everything about him already.
"What do you want to know? Lived here all my life, met my wife in college. She was pre-med. I was studying to be a teacher. I've always loved working with kids and working with my hands. My shop teacher was the first adult who told me I was smart and it turned a lot around for me..." Noah trailed off. "Does it bother you that I have a wife?" He asked quietly.
"Not really," Angela replied. "The way I see it is that what you do with your body is your decision. Just so long as you're not here, with me right now, full of shame because you're cheating, or something. If you feel ok with it then so do I. I've shouldered enough of other people's shame for 3 lifetimes so I won't do that again... not even for you."
Noah placed a steaming cup of hot tea in front of Angela, and said, "that makes sense. Kate - that's my wife - and I decided to open our marriage when she was residency matched in Minnesota. I haven't really done anything about it until tonight. But I know she sleeps with other people. We, sort of agreed to not tell each other about it too much unless we getting really serious with someone. I think she might be starting to get serious... with someone... but that's more of a feeling than anything she's really said... We've known each other for so long, you know? And loving her is like this house I guess, beautiful but I've been working on it for so long, I don't really see it anymore." Noah trailed off and looked away.
Angela took a sip of her tea and pulled the pencil out of her hair, shaking out her wet braid, the damp strands falling around her shoulders. Noah caught the scent of her hair - rain, earthy tea, and the slightest hint of vanilla.
When Noah spoke again his voice was hoarse with desire. "You liked it when I took charge, didn't you?"
Angela met Noah's eyes and said, "I did, yes... very much. I can still feel my ass where you spanked me. My skin feels like every inch of it is alive." She blew thoughtfully on her hot tea, "I've noticed you a lot... before tonight... around the school... I try to find excuses to walk by the wood shop. The smell of sawdust. Sometimes I walk down there to use the farthest copier, telling anyone that the other one was busy if they ask. I sat behind you at the last staff meeting, I don't remember a thing from that meeting because I could smell the sweat and sawdust on you and I kept imagining licking the back of your neck." She blushed hard and looked down again, "God that's so embarrassing! I must sound like a crazy person!"
Noah looked at her, "not crazy... I've noticed you too but you always seemed so shy. I like seeing you walk by the shop. My fantasies have gotten kind of out of hand imagining what you're wearing under those skirts..."
Angela laughed, relieved, "in college my girlfriend was really into shibari. She liked to tie me up. I really loved the constriction and how she would take control of my pleasure. I loved the marks that the rope would leave on my skin." Noah was staring at her. "Does it shock you that I've been with women? Or that I like to be tied up?"
"Not shocked, no..." Noah cleared his throat and stepped closer, "I am uncomfortably turned on."
"What should we do about that? Sir?" Angela's college girlfriend loved to be called sir but wasn't sure if it totally fit Noah.
"You want to call me something? Call me Max." Angela shivered. Noah's whole demeanor shifted ever so slightly when he said Max. He seemed to stand a little taller, the air around him stilled. And he got that look in his eye again, that look that said, I want you to beg for it.
Max lifted Angela off the stool and set her on the ground. He let his hands trail over her breasts and he spun her in the direction of the bedroom.
His room was simple, almost spartan with a large simple wood frame bed. The bed had wrought iron details on the four-corners which at first glance looked like an industrial design but on closer inspection, were hard points for rope play. Angela shivered, picturing herself splayed, immobile on this bed.
"Sit," Max commanded and Angela complied. Perched on the edge of the bed, still wearing her blouse, camisole, and wool skirt, bare feet barely touching the ground. Max stood in front of her and slowly started to un-do his black leather belt. He held eye contact with her as he undid it and licked his lips. She heard the zipper of his pants being undone but couldn't look away from the intensity of his gaze. He slid the belt out of his pants and her eyes followed it as he placed it on the bedside table.
She looked back and could see how hard he was again, his erection pressing against his boxers through the open zipper.
"Look at me," he said and Angela tore her gaze away from his hard dick and back up to his face. He pulled his sweater and t-shirt over his head and stood in front of her. His bare torso and undone pants. He had a soft dusting of hair and the contours of his chest and arms and hips were begging to be licked. She wanted to taste the saltiness of him under tongue.
