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!"
