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"Lexa? It's Lane," came that sexy voice over her cell phone.
"Hi Lane, how's it going?" Lexa replied.
"Great! Hey, I was wondering if you would be able to sneak away from work and stop by your house sometime today? I have some questions for you about the new shower we're building for you," Lane asked.
"Sure. I can be there in 20 minutes or so." Lexa felt her heart jump into her throat.
"Perfect! See you soon." Was she imagining it, or did Lane actually seem happy at the idea of seeing her? She was probably imagining it.
Lexa was conflicted. Each time she looked at Lane she felt conflicted. On the one hand, she was terribly attracted to him...thin with dark brown hair and dark eyes. Not too tall, but not too short either. Very nice smile. GREAT voice. And a laid-back way about him...able to make easy conversation with a near stranger.
On the other hand, he was just so YOUNG! She'd never been particularly attracted to younger men...but of course, she was getting older and therefore the possibility of a younger man hitting her radar was a little more likely. But TEN YEARS younger? That would make her a "cougar" wouldn't it? Conflicted or not, she just couldn't get him out of her head. Every spare moment was spent fantasizing about taking their relationship to the next level.
"Ha!" Lexa laughed silently at herself. "What relationship?" After all, he was just the contractor working on her master bathroom. It wasn't like they shared a social circle or even worked together. When the bathroom remodel was complete, she'd likely never see him again. And considering the minor complication of her marriage...that was probably a good thing!
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Lexa entered her house through the garage and walked back to the master bathroom where Lane and his employee were working on her new shower. It seemed to her that Lane's face lit up when he saw her, but she figured it was probably just wishful thinking.
After discussing details about the shower, Lane walked her out to her car in the garage.
"Oh! I almost forgot," he smacked himself on the forehead. "I have something for you!" And he walked to his truck and rummaged in the back seat of the king cab.
He pulled out a package and offered it to her. "So, Ms. Chiefs fan...you know my Broncos and your Chiefs are facing off this Sunday. I thought maybe we could make a little wager..."
She opened the package and pulled out a large Denver Broncos jersey with John Elway's name printed on the back. "Oh no you don't!" she laughed.
"Now hear me out!" he grinned at her. "If the Broncos win, you have to wear this jersey to work on Monday...and I'll know if you did because I'll see you when you get home from work! And if the Chiefs win, well then, you don't have to."
She figured she ought to come up with something embarrassing that HE could do if the Chiefs won...but she couldn't think of anything. "Besides," she thought to herself, "the Chiefs are awful right now. They'll probably lose anyway."
"OK, it's a deal," she smiled at him.
"Shake on it," he said, offering her his hand. As her hand slid into his, she thought her heart might beat right out of her chest. Were those sparks she saw? She met his eyes and he held both her hand and her gaze for a couple of very long seconds.
Shyly, she tore her eyes from his face. "I'd better get back to the office," she mumbled and headed for her car.
*****
Conflicted again. She loved her Chiefs and NEVER rooted against them. But today she wanted those (damn) Broncos to win. She had inspected the jersey Lane loaned her and realized that it was his. It even smelled like him. She really WANTED to wear it to work the next day just to feel him close to her. She was even willing to put up with the teasing she would get at the office. But she had to root for the Broncos quietly because she couldn't explain to her husband about the wager.
*****
Monday morning Lexa kissed her husband goodbye as he left for the airport. He would be gone until late Thursday night. She returned to the bedroom and pulled the Broncos jersey on over her bra, with her jeans and running shoes. She was running late this morning...partly because she didn't want to put on the jersey before her husband left (too many questions) and partly because she hoped she might get to see Lane as he arrived for a day's work on her bathroom.
As she pulled her car out of the garage she saw his bright red truck coming down the street. She waited for him to pull into the driveway and then began to back onto the street with a smile and wave to Lane. He honked his truck horn causing her to slam on her brakes. He rolled down the driver's window and indicated that she roll down her passenger window.
"Hey! Are you wearing my jersey?" he shouted to her. When she nodded her head at him he replied, "I want to see!"
So she put her car in park and climbed out while he pulled into her garage and turned off the engine of his truck. He wasn't a big guy, but the jersey was definitely big and baggy on her. She thought she kinda looked cute in it.
"Ha HA!" he laughed. "I love it! You're going to get so much shit today at work!"
"Ha ha, very funny," she drawled sarcastically.
"Well, you better be wearing it when you get home today," Lane ordered.
"Yea, yea," she smiled at him as she walked back to her car.
She backed out of the driveway, but before she could pull away from the house he shouted at her, "You make that jersey look really good, you know!"
She just laughed and pulled away before he could see her face turn crimson. "Oh my god! Did he really just say that?" she wondered aloud to herself. She felt nervous and giddy and extremely happy all at the same time.
*****
Needless to say, Lexa could hardly focus at work that day. She did get a lot of ribbing from the guys at the office...they all knew what a huge KC fan she was....but Lexa could have cared less. She just snuggled into that jersey, smelling Lane, and fantasized about kissing those soft, perky lips of his....
On the way home she just got more and more nervous. Conflicted...she wanted to see him and talk to him and just be near him...yet the very idea scared the crap out of her. She turned onto her street and immediately saw his bright red truck in the driveway...she was relieved that he was still there, and yet nervous all over again. Her eyes scanned the street and she took note that his employee's truck wasn't there. And her daughter wasn't due home for a couple of hours yet. Alone. She and Lane would be alone in the house. Oh god!
She let herself into the house and went directly into the kitchen to fix herself a drink...deliberately avoiding the back of the house where the master bathroom was. She tried to keep herself active and busy and looking nonchalant, even tho her heart was pounding and she couldn't quite catch her breath. After a few minutes she could hear him walking down the hallway, his feet crunching on the plastic he put down to protect the carpet while they worked. As he came nearer she could hear him audibly sniffing the air. She looked his way and he said, "I smell a Broncos fan! Oh wait...it's an IMPOSTER!" and they both burst into laughter.
Feeling a little more at ease, Lexa offered Lane a drink and he sat at the bar while she poured a beer into a frosty mug for him.
"You won't join me?" he asked, lifting his mug in her direction.
She hesitated and then thought, "Oh, what the hell!" and pulled another beer and mug from the refrigerator. "Cheers!" she said and clicked her mug against his.
"To winning a bet!" Lane replied.
"To ME winning the NEXT bet!" Lexa retorted. And they both drank several swigs of beer.
"So, another bet huh?" Lane asked. "What are we betting on?"
"Oh, I don't know," Lexa was suddenly nervous again.
"I'm sure I can think of something," he said and winked at her.
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They spent the next 20 minutes at the island in the kitchen drinking beer and rehashing the football game from the previous day. As Lane drained the last of his mug he suggested that he ought to get going since he figured her husband was due home soon.
"Actually, he's out of town until Thursday night," Lexa offered. "So, it's just me and the kiddo this week. And she doesn't get home from band practice until after 6pm."
"In that case, are you up for one more before I leave?" he asked as he pushed his mug across the counter to her.
"Sure!" she replied and pulled two fresh mugs from the freezer and poured them each another beer.
Their conversation roamed over many topics as they drank. It was interesting learning about him, but she kept thinking to herself just how young he really was! He was still interested in partying and going out all weekend and she was an old married lady that was in bed by 10pm every night! Still, he did seem very mature and interested in the things she was sharing with him.
Lane finished his beer and stood, taking his mug to the sink. He opened the dishwasher and proceeded to place all four mugs inside while Lexa just gaped at him.
"What?" Lane asked her when he saw her astonished face.
"You just loaded my dishwasher! Are you sure you're male?" Lexa teased him.
Lane stepped close to her...very close to her...and looked down into her eyes. "Oh, I assure you, I'm VERY male," he said seriously.
Lexa gulped and gazed into those deep, dark brown eyes of his. They just stared quietly into each others eyes for a couple of long moments, and without averting his gaze, he remarked that he probably ought to take his jersey with him.
"Sure. Take it," Lexa agreed without making any attempt to move away from him.
"Oh my god! What did I just say to him?" she thought? But she couldn't tear her eyes from his.
Lane hesitated for a few moments and then tentatively reached out to grasp the hem of the jersey with both hands. He had to bend down to reach it as the jersey hung so low on Lexa's petite frame. This brought his face very close to hers. So close they could almost kiss. Still they stared into one another's eyes. Lane slowly stood again as he pulled the hem of the jersey up her body. When he reached her midriff she lifted her arms so he could pull the jersey over her head. As the jersey slipped past her fingertips, she shook out her long, curly brown hair and felt it cascade down her nearly naked back.
His eyes finally left hers as they looked down at her breasts. They were full and nicely formed inside the black lace bra and she knew he would be able to see her areola and nipples through the lacy fabric. She held her breath as he brought a finger to the hollow between her collar bones. Very slowly, with a feather light touch, he drew his finger down her chest and over her cleavage causing her nipples to jump to attention and goosebumps to form on her skin. As his finger trailed down her belly, his other hand slipped into her hair to cup the back of her head. His eyes met hers once again as he pulled their faces closer together. His lips brushed hers softly at first and then pressed roughly against them. She could feel his hand grip her hair as his mouth parted against hers. The kiss only lasted a couple of moments before he broke it and leaned his forehead against hers.
He drew a ragged breath and whispered, "Oh yes...I'm definitely VERY male!" He sighed deeply, "I'll see you tomorrow." And he walked away, leaving Lexa standing in the middle of the kitchen in her jeans and bra, with her eyes closed and the feel of his lips pressing against hers still a tingling memory.
*****
That night Lexa tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. She was feeling conflicted again. What had happened between her and Lane earlier had her body on edge...physically excited, but so many other things kept racing through her mind. So many reasons not to "go there" with Lane. And yet, she kept returning to that moment in her kitchen. Had she ever been kissed that passionately before? The way he wrapped her hair in his fist and pressed their bodies together...well, it took away all her willpower! She let her imagination run away with her as her hands temporarily satisfied the inexplicable craving she felt. And finally she drifted off to sleep.
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Tuesday morning she rose before the alarm...thoughts of Lane tumbling about in her head. While in the shower she decided that the best course of action would be to leave for work early and not risk running into him. She was nervous and scared and not really sure what to do about what had happened the day before. She worried that he would want to jump her as soon as he got there this morning, and yet she also worried that he would be embarrassed and regret what had happened the day before. Better to avoid dealing with it at all! "Chicken!" she told herself.
At work she could hardly concentrate, both worried he would contact her and worried that he wouldn't. Finally, around 10am, her phone buzzed. It was a text from him: "Lexa, any chance you could work from home this afternoon? There are a variety questions I have for you regarding the shower."
Lexa's heart began to pound as she replied: "Sure. See you around noon."
*****
Lexa's palms were sweaty as she checked her face in the mirror on the back of the sun visor in her car. She thought she looked good today, but it didn't stop her from feeling nauseated. She was so nervous! She turned off the ignition and let herself into the house. Not quite ready to face Lane, she decided to set up her laptop in the living room since she was supposed to be working from home this afternoon. Once that was complete, she figured she couldn't avoid it anymore and went back to the master bathroom, peeking around the protective plastic that was hanging from the ceiling.
"Lexa!" Lane exclaimed when he saw her. He looked happy to see her, but she could see that his smile was tentative and his eyes looked worried.
"He's as nervous as I am," she thought to herself. And that made her feel a little bit better. She gave him a huge smile and stepped into the bathroom.
"Where's Marsol?" she inquired about Lane's employee.
"I gave him the day off," he replied and looked away.
"Oh," was all she could get to come out of her mouth. She knew it was inadequate, but she could hardly breathe.
After an awkward silence, Lane seemed to remember why he'd asked her to be available that afternoon. "So, first question! You need to decide what color grout you want between the tiles." He handed her sample box with strips of grout in many different colors. She pulled out a couple and put them up next to the tiles to see how they looked. They talked about the pros and cons of the different colors and she finally settled on one. She reached out to hand the chosen grout strip to him and rather than take the strip from her fingers, Lane took her hand in his. Her eyes moved from their hands to his face which he was already watching.
He pulled her closer to him and at the same time backed up until he was able to lean back against the vanity, minimizing the height difference between them. Still he pulled her toward him until he was able to put one arm around her waist. With the other hand he palmed her cheek and pulled her toward him for a kiss. This time he was neither tentative nor forceful. Their tongues danced together, exploring one another's mouth. As they kissed, he embraced her tighter and her arms went around his shoulders, her hands in his hair on the back of his head. She could feel his excitement grow against her leg.
She broke the kiss first, but did not step out of his embrace. "Lane...," she began.
"Lexa?" he looked into her eyes.
Her breathing was ragged, "I'm too old for you."
Lane snorted his laughter and pulled her head down for another kiss. She allowed it for a moment and then pulled her head back again to look at him. "I'm married."
Now Lane was serious. "I know. And if you REALLY don't want to do this, I will stop and I won't "go there" again."
Lexa could see the earnestness on his face. She considered him and the situation for a moment, and then leaned into him and his lips again. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and immediately felt his desire for her harden against her leg again. Lexa pressed her body against his, bringing an involuntary groan from his throat. They kissed as though it might be their last chance and she could feel her own arousal growing and making her damp.
Lane broke off the kiss and leaned away just enough to get his hands between them so he could unbutton her shirt. She watched his fingers fumble with the buttons and helped him with the last few. He pushed her shirt over her shoulders and she let it fall from her arms to the ground behind her. Today she was wearing a white lace bra and his eyes were glued to her breasts. His hands cupped them and gently squeezed, his fingers rubbing her nipples until they hardened.
Lane pushed her away from him enough that he could bend over and take one nipple his mouth, sucking and biting it through the lacy fabric. Her head fell back and she sighed loudly, enjoying the electric bolts of lightning that were traveling between her nipples and her pussy. He cradled her body in one arm and the other hand massaged her tits while he devoured them with his mouth. She gave herself over to him the amazing sensations he was creating in her body. If he let go of her now, she would crumple to the ground.
Just when she thought she couldn't take the stimulation anymore, she felt his lips begin to travel up her chest and neck until they found her lips. He crushed her body against his as his kiss took her breath away. Without separating their lips, Lane shuffled her backwards across the room until her back was pressed up against the wall. His thumbs slipped inside the waist band of her skirt and he pushed it over her hips, letting it fall to the floor. Now his lips finally left hers as he knelt before her.
Lexa opened her eyes and looked down to watch him put his mouth around her pussy on the outside of her lacy thong panties. She felt his tongue lick the fabric and then his teeth graze ever so slightly against her clit as he drug them over the panties. Her body twitched at this and he looked up at her with a smile on his face. He hooked the straps of the thong in his fingers and slowly pulled it down to reveal her neatly trimmed and shaved pussy. Letting the thong fall to the floor and watching her face as he did so, Lane began by slowly kissing the upper inside of her thighs and the crevice where her thighs met her pussy. Then he kissed her bare, swollen pussy lips.
Lexa didn't realize she was holding her breath until his tongue licked wetly over the labia, the tip of it flicking her clit so very gently at the top of the stroke. She exhaled loudly, closed her eyes and let her head fall back against the wall. Lane's tongue finally delved into the folds of her pussy, leaving no crevice unexplored. When he pushed inside her, finding her juices, he "mmmmmmed" his pleasure and when his tongue danced over and over and over her clit, she screamed out her own ecstasy.
When she was too sensitive for him to continue licking, he leaned back and let his fingers do the walking. First two, and then three fingers slid inside her. It felt so good that Lexa moaned her approval. Lane used his left hand to cup one ass cheek, hanging on for leverage and then found that little place inside her with his fingertips. That one place that was most sensitive of all. The one place, that when rubbed just right, would make her explode.
"Ahhhh, god!" she yelled, and thought to warn him...but it was too late. Her juices came gushing out of her, running down his arm and squirting into his face as she fought to keep from collapsing onto him.
"Oh YES!" she heard him murmur. She felt his fingers slide out of her but then his mouth was on her pussy, licking and sucking and slurping the fluids that were still running down her leg. She was still very sensitive and her body twitched and convulsed as he licked her. But he pressed her more firmly to the wall and ate as though it was his last meal.
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