4 comments/ 24068 views/ 1 favorites Maya's Mission Ch. 01 By: Mochalicious1 Chapter 1 -- Flying Solo Mika rolled over in the king-sized bed she shared with her husband of three years. Squinting out of one eye she peered at the clock on the dresser. 10:47. Jay would be long gone by now. Her husband was the poster child for workaholism. His bank executive job kept him away from home more than Mika cared for but she'd gotten used to it after five years together. Slowly stretching her arms in a feline arch she exhaled deeply. It was Saturday and she usually spent the day running household errands, picking up groceries and the like. Today that wasn't going to happen. Mika looked over through the sheer draperies on the bedroom window. Snow. Again. Sighing, she crossed her slender arms over hazelnut colored eyes. It was November in Omaha and snow was a familiar if not altogether welcome sight. Not that Mika couldn't appreciate a cold, blustery day. It was just that she only enjoyed days like that when she could cuddle up with her husband and read a good book while Jay watched some sporting event or other. Clearly that wouldn't be happening today either. Who knew what time Jay would get home. Mika unfolded her arms and stretched them out at her sides. It was almost like they were living solitary lives under the same roof. She had her routine, he had his. He'd grown more ambitious with his career over the years and she had whole-heartedly supported him in doing so. Success was the name of the game right? And while he'd been climbing the corporate ladder she'd been holding her own at the marketing firm where she had worked since graduating college seven years earlier. Mika flattened her palms against the mattress and pushed herself up into a sitting position pushing herself back against the headboard. Bending her knees, she rested her hands on her thighs, contemplating the prior night's events. She'd been so hot and ready by the time Jay crawled into bed. All day she'd had visions of him pumping into her. When he'd stretched out on his stomach she'd climbed on and straddled him, a knee resting on either side of his hips. She'd begun rubbing his back driven on by his low rumbles of pleasure. Leaning over she'd peppered light kisses up his spine. Her tell-tale wetness had begun to pool at the apex of her womanhood and she'd felt it trickling down her thighs to meet his lower back. "I have been looking forward to this all day." She whispered huskily. She ran her fingernails lightly up his sides and that's when she'd heard the faint snore. Dammit! Trying again, she gently trailed her fingers up the sensitive area above his hips. Nothing. "Well, shit." Mika had muttered. "Looks like I'll be getting acquainted with myself again tonight." She said climbing off and scooting over to her side. Not that there was anything wrong with it mind you. She regularly brought herself to orgasm and knew that Jay did as well. To her way of thinking it kept the juices flowing, literally. However, playing with herself wasn't the fulfillment she was looking for tonight. Jay was a competent partner and she'd been sexually fulfilled for a long time. But over time their lovemaking had become routine and less than thrilling. She wanted that spark back. In the meantime she was going to get off courtesy of her fingers. Laying on her back, she slid her hand down between her thighs, sliding her middle finger between her slit. She knew she was wet but she hadn't expected to be positively drenched. Pulling her finger back out, she saw the slickness covering it in the moonlight spilling through the draperies. It excited her, seeing her juices coating her finger. Coupled with the heady aroma of her sex it was simply divine. Her tongue darted out to sample the nectar on her fingertip. It was sticky and slightly tangy. Another turn-on. She always got a kick out of tasting herself on Jay's tongue and lips after he'd feasted on her. He loved seeing her take in her own flavors and she'd come to enjoy it as well. She squirmed in the bed feeling the ache of her desire growing. Sliding her hand back down she began a rhymthic stroke over her plump clit. Slowly at first, coating it with her wetness. "Oooh." The moan slipped out as she worked. Her other hand reached up to tweak a dusky nipple shooting a dart of pleasure down her core. Increasing her pace had her groaning with need. Flexing her knees outward she parted her split with her left hand allowing the fingers on her right hand full unimpeded access. Slowly, she pushed her first two fingers deep inside. "Oh, yes, that's it." She'd moaned. Her hips bucked in protest as she'd pulled those same two fingers back out. She'd quickly rewarded herself by sliding them back in. She was moaning heavily and working her fingers double time to reach the peak she was climbing. Her fingers were gliding effortlessly in the pool of wet warmth. She felt the climax building low in her belly. Dragging her finger back up she gave attention to her throbbing clit and felt the explosion hit her. Her hips bucked as she came, her breaths coming in ragged pants. She squeezed her thighs together trapping her finger against her swollen, throbbing clit eliciting another moan from her. She slowly swirled the tip of her fingernail against it as she drifted back from euphoria. She lay still for a moment trying to regulate her breathing again. She knew she'd have cum harder if it had been her husband working in her pussy instead of her fingers. Turning over onto her side she was surprised to find her husband looking at her. A devilish grin split his face as he stroked his rock hard 9-inches. "If you wanted some dick why didn't you just say so?" *** Maya's Mission Ch. 02 Chapter 2 -- Apologies Mika blinked and a grin slowly spread across her face. "Well, well, well, look who's awake." Jay reached over and pulled at the sheet covering his wife's body. His own body reacting to the sight of her laying there in the aftermath of her orgasm. A light sheen of sweat dotted her brow. Her chest rose with each level breath she took causing his eyes to track her full and rounded breasts as she did so. He had to admit, he loved her breasts. He'd always been a tit man and the fact that his beloved came with a fantastic set just added to his attraction for her. They were a smooth caramel color like the rest of her with oreo-sized areolas and pert nipples. Her hips were curved with just enough cushion, her ass rounded and thick. Her limbs were long, her body lithe thanks to the aerobic workouts she committed to each week giving her five-foot-seven inch frame a statuesque look. She had a heart-shaped face with wide-set eyes hooded with long, naturally curly lashes. Her hair was kept in a natural, afrocentric, kinky loc style. She was his lover, his friend, his partner. His beautiful black queen. Pride coursed through him as he pulled her to him possessively. "I'm wide awake and believe I owe you an apology." He said lowering his head to her beckoning nipple. "I'm sorry I drifted off and left you to fend for yourself." He lamented. Taking her nipple in his mouth he bit gently. "Mmmm, is that right?" Mika squirmed feeling her body beginning to heat up again. "Oh yes, that's a fact. Although, truth be told I enjoyed the show." Lifting his head, he gazed at her a twinkle in his eye. "But, the whole point here was me apologizing for my rude behavior and you know I believe in showing you how I feel not merely telling you." Mika gasped as he swiftly rolled her onto her back parting her legs as he did so. He rose up over her positioning himself between her thighs. "Now, this is a feast for a hungry man." Jay murmured as he took in the vision beneath him. He knew she was wet and ready for him but he wanted to prolong her pleasure. Draw it out of her with each passing minute. He lowered his head and dipped his tongue into her naval. He smiled when she sucked in a soundless breath. Trailing his tongue from her naval down to her mound caused her body to stiffen in anticipation. Running his fingers through the slight nest of dark curls covering her sex, her parted her and inhaled deeply. Her fragrance seeped into his nostrils like orchids in a greenhouse on a hot day. His finger ran down the length of her ever so slowly. He dipped his head again taking in her scent. Deliberately he let the tip of his nose touch against the sensitive flesh. He moved his head slightly back and forth and was rewarded with an "mmm" from her. Placing his hand on the insides of her thighs he pushed. Her sex peeked out at him. Her clit sitting proudly at the top of what he thought of as her chocolate covered strawberry. Lowering his head he suckled at the proud little nub. She didn't move but he felt her ass muscles clinch involuntarily and heard her sharp intake of breath. "Liked that did you?" he queried. She responded by shuffling her hips a bit lower as a low moan slipped through her parted lips. Next he slowly dragged his tongue down her left lip hearing her sigh of pleasure. He paid equal attention to the right side not wanting to be accused of favoritism. She squirmed some more and exhaled deeply encouraging him to continue. This time he went right up the middle with a firmer pressure eliciting another ass clinch and the bite of her nails into his shoulders. "Jason!" she gasped as he began slowly sampling at her juices. He trailed his tongue up and down, swirling it in a circle occasionally. He continued to attend to her growing need as she began arching and wriggling beneath him. Moving his head back and forth he felt her thighs tighten on either side of his head. Deliberately, he slid his hands under her bottom and wrapped them around her hips as she instinctively tried to back away from his ministration. He knew she was close to cuming as he continued to hone in on her sensitive pearl. He increased his speed only to slow it down knowing she liked this variation of head he gave her. He looked up as she arched her back giving him a perfect view of the tits he was so in love with. Jay purred in his throat giving her the vibrations that he knew would send her over the edge. "Oh!" Mika shouted as she came. "Jason! Oooooh!" Mika screamed as the spasms hit her like a ton of bricks. Her arms thrashed at her sides as she rode the wave. Jay parted her wide and lapped up her sweet cream as she wiggled beneath him. Pushing up on his forearms, he pushed her knees up. "My turn." he growled pushing her knees apart. His erection perched at the entrance of her womanhood . He slid forward slowly slipping the head in. Pulling back he saw the glisten of her sweetness now covered his tip. Mika moaned again, looking up at him through her lashes. He slid forward again, this time a bit more, giving her an additional inch. Again, he backed out and waited. Mika lifted her legs to wrap legs around his backside and hold him in place. "No." He shook his head. "I'm running this show." Mika let her feet fall back to the bed. "But since you're such an impatient minx..." he thrust into her swift and hard, filling her with his impressive length. "I'll give you more of what you're wanting." Mika sucked in a rush of breath and clenched her teeth while her body adjusted to the invasion. Jay began pumping into her stroke after deep stroke. She felt her climax building as she watched her husband thrust into her over and over again. Smack. Smack. Smack. Jay's brow creased and his biceps tightened as he continued the rapid stroke. Mika moaned loving the feel of her man inside of her, stretching her. Jay's breathing grew shallow and Mika knew he would cum soon. And she wanted to join him as he did. "Countdown." Mika said. "5..." "4..." His face tightened as she spoke. "3..." This time when she wrapped her legs around him he didn't try to stop her. "2..." Again,his face strained as he held his orgasm at bay. "1..." "Aaaahhhhh!!!" Jay bellowed as he unleashed the orgasm he'd been holding back. Mika burst within a fraction of second behind him. "Ah, ahhhh, ahhhh." Jay muttered as the sensations washed over him. Mika whimpered and breathed deeply as she floated down. Whoosh. Jay slumped over releasing the breath he'd been holding. She wrapped her arms around him as she lowered her legs. "Now that's a perfect pre-cursor to sleep." He mumbled. Rolling onto his side he pulled her with him. She snuggled up beside him. Wrapping his arm around her still breathing heavily Jay kissed her on her forehead. Mika was smiling as she drifted off to sleep. Maya's Mission Ch. 03 Chapter 3 -- Still Waters Run Deep Monday morning came quickly as it always did. Mika reached blindly for the snooze button on the alarm that was chirping from the nightstand. After a couple of errant smacks she hit pay dirt and the alarm quieted. She hadn't heard Jay leave for work but knew he was gone. He always left earlier than she did. On the rare occasion that she was awake before he left she'd hear him whistling while he sipped at his coffee and took in the morning news. It was blessedly quiet right now affording her a few extra minutes of peace before she had to get moving. She rolled over and turned the alarm off once it began to sound again. Her feet were dragging as she made her way toward the bathroom. After turning on the shower she headed towards the large walk-in closet to pick out her wardrobe for the day. She settled on a sage colored business suit with a pencil style skirt that hit just above the knee showing off her toned legs. Pulling out a champagne colored blouse to pair with the suit she laid them both across the bed. Mika stepped into the steamy bathroom and climbed into the shower. She loved this bathroom. Ok, she loved the whole house. But the bath had won her heart the first time she set foot into it. It was spacious, and designed in earth tones colors of sand, coral, and rich browns. The cream colored marble had golden streaks running through it and the large, oval shaped mirror and subtle lighting created a tranquil and serene environment. The tub was sunken and had enough room for two comfortably. She remembered how excited they had been to be moving into their very own home. They'd eaten raspberries and drunk champagne while taking a bubble bath in the huge tub their first night in residence. They had turned on the aero-jets and giggled while savoring the bliss of the whirlpool effect. And as the water had grown cold they'd grown hot for each other. They'd made love in the tub like a couple of eager teenagers just learning what sex was all about. She laughed now at the memory and how silly and happy they had been. They had been young and eager to begin their lives together in earnest. They had planned vacations and tossed around names for their future children. She sighed as she lathered her body with sweetly scented suds. A few short years later and she was over-joyed that she actually had sex anymore. Not for lack of want or trying she thought bitterly. No, that wasn't fair. She couldn't assign all the blame to him. She recalled a time when Jay had been the one who was gunning for her and she had left him wanting, either by going to bed early after a full day or simply not being in the mood. It seemed like it was so long ago. She guessed she was going to have to do something about that. After Saturday night, there was no way she was going to settle for cool sheets anymore. Mika tipped her had back and let the spray of water pelt her. *** Forty-five minutes later she was backing out of the garage and headed for downtown Omaha. As the morning show dee-jay commentary tittered in through the Bose speakers of her Infiniti she ran through her agenda for the day. She had emails to go through, responses to make. A meeting with Brad from Finance was scheduled for 10. She expected that would take a full hour. Considering it was a budget meeting and everything was on track they could be done in half the time. However, Brad was a talker and a flirt. Put him in a room with a woman, correction...an attractive woman and Brad turned on the charm. She couldn't fault him for it. He was good-looking and charismatic, and knew it. Yes, the meeting would take the full hour she thought. After that she had some phone calls that could be made before she met up for a lunch meeting with Sherri, Donna, and Maxine. The rest of her day should proceed unexceptionally. Pulling into the parking garage she lifted a hand in a wave to Bob. Bob had been with ESM for nearly twenty years. He knew the comings and goings of just about everybody there and Mika had always respected him. "How are those grandbabies Bob?" Mika asked lowering her window, the frosty air seeping in. "How can they be anything but fantastic they way Trudy spoils 'em?" His gray eyes sparkled as he spoke. "Oh you know Trudy isn't the only one who spoils those boys." She laughed inching forward. "Have a good day Bob and give Trudy and the boys a kiss for me." "You know I will." He said with a grin. Finding a space near the bank of elevators Mika parked and hurried across and into the building. Normally she took the stairs up to her third floor office. Today she opted for the elevator being that it was bitterly cold out. She stepped into the elevator as soon as it opened. Turning she saw a man she didn't recognize walking briskly toward the building entrance. She could tell he had an athletic build underneath the overcoat he wore but hadn't bothered to button. His shoulders were wide set and he had an air of confidence about him as he walked. He raised his arm as if to signal her to hold the elevator. Sorry buddy, she thought as she feigned fumbling with her purse and the buttons at the same time. Not her fault he was running late she thought. He picked up his pace and was just in time to see Mika mouth "Sorry" as the doors whispered closed. Getting off on her floor Mika exchanged hello's with her co-workers as she made her way to her office. Once inside she immediately turned on the portable heater she kept on the floor under her desk. She took off the eggshell colored trench coat she wore, hanging it on the hook behind her door. She hit the power button on her desktop and grabbed her coffee mug heading for the employee lounge. The morning got underway and Mika polished off her second cup of coffee as she made her way to the sixth floor conference room where her meeting with Brad was scheduled. She was the first to arrive and set about connecting her laptop. Whoo-whooooo. Her head popped up in response to the cat call whistle. Brad stood at the door, an appreciate look on his face. "You are shameless!" she said enjoying the familiar banter. It wasn't until Brad moved further into the room that she saw he wasn't alone. Her face registered shock followed by embarrassment as she recognized the man from the elevator this morning. Shit! Who is he and what's he doing here? Quickly masking her discomfort she met his eyes giving him a polite smile. Please don't recognize me she chanted in her head. Please God, don't let him be a new vp or something like that. Mr. Elevator quirked a brow. "You look somewhat familiar, have we met before?" His eyes were deceptively blank. Double shit! So much for not recognizing her. Never let 'em see you sweat right? She opted for cool and aloof. "No, I don't believe we have. Mika Peeples." Fixing a cool yet professional smile on her face she extended her right hand. "Marcus Waters." He said taking her proffered hand. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance Mrs. Peeples." He said as he glanced down at the sparkling diamond on her third finger of her left hand. "Although, I'm sure I've seen you around before." She groaned inwardly sliding into a chair. "Call me Mika, please." And not the rude bitch from the elevator. "Marcus is a consultant brought on to assist with several projects." Brad explained taking a seat at the conference table. Following his lead Marcus took the seat directly opposite Mika giving her a chance to study him. He was attractive, not in a Hollywood leading actor way though. His brown skin was even and clear. The color of strong coffee with a dollop of cream stirred in she thought. He was tall, she'd put him at just over six feet. His hair was cut low and his eyes were dark and piercing. He was clean shaven and had dimples that were quick to appear when he spoke. He exuded pure, male magnetism. There was an air of mystery about him. He deld an intrigue that drew one in without any effort on his part to do so. She knew without a doubt that he was all man. He glanced up, catching her starting at him. She cleared her throat and looked to Brad waiting for him to begin. Realizing she hadn't been paying attention she opened the portfolio that he'd placed in front of her. "Mika is responsible for the online client marketing here at ESM." Brad explained. "She's developed several ads that will be presented to the VP's at next month's campaign meeting." "Mika if you'll be so kind as to forward the Brinkman ads to Marcus by week's end he'll have a chance to review them before they go in front of the board." Mika's brow furrowed in confusion. Since when did her proposals need approval? "Is this a change in protocol?" She shot a quizzical look Brad's way. "It's part of the "Go-Green" campaign ESM is promoting." Brad lamented. "No insult to your work, just part of the process." "I'm in the company email directory already. We can set up a meeting to go over a few things." Marcus said looking at her. "Fine with me." She clipped. The rest of the meeting proceeded uneventfully. Besides his cat call at the beginning of the meeting Brad was on his best behavior. She attributed that to his attempt to remain professional in front of Mr. Elevator. By the time the lunch hour rolled around Mika was making significant headway in the tasks assigned to her. She grabbed the tuna sandwich she had stowed in the small fridge in her office and headed for the employee lounge where she would meet up with her friends. As she entered, she found that her three friends had already staked a table and were animatedly chatting. Pulling out a chair she plopped down. "Rumor has it he's unattached." Donna said her green eyes shining brightly. "What do you know about the new guy?" Sherri turned to Mika. "Have you heard anything?" "What new guy are we talking about?" Sherri was the gossip of their circle. If Sherri didn't know about it, it was unlikely any of the rest of them knew. The girl was like a blood hound when it came to office gossip and other people's personal business. "What do you mean what new guy? Marcus Waters of course, the only new guy worth mentioning!" Sherri puffed. "Have you seen him?! Ooh, honey, if you haven't you're wasting valuable time." "I have to co-sign this loan." Max added. "We all know Sherri exaggerates when it comes to the opposite sex but this time she's spot on." Max said to Mika. "He's alright." Mika said with a shrug taking a bite of her sandwich. Sherri's head snapped back toward her. "What do you mean he's alright?!" "You must not have gotten a clear look." She said indignantly. "No, I got more than a clear look. I got a close up "over the conference room table" look at him." Mika mumbled over another bite. "What?" Sherri and Donna said simultaneously. Max merely raised an eyebrow as she munched on a celery stick. Max always ate health conscious meals although Mika thought her friend could afford to splurge a little considering her tall, lanky frame. She had the look of an Egyptian goddess. Flawless skin, high cheekbones and full lips complimented the look. " He's a consultant on Brad's team. I had a meeting with them this morning." She didn't tell them of her first run in with him at the elevator, although she wasn't sure why not. "And???" Donna asked her honey brown curls bounced as she spoke. Donna was in her mid-twenties and had recently broken up with her boyfriend of several years. Or more accurately he had broken up with her. For the past three months she'd been in a funk hoping Sean would leave the woman he'd taken up with and come back to her. Mika was glad he hadn't, Donna was better off without him as far as she was concerned. He was a no-good user who treated her like crap and she deserved better. Donna showing interest in someone other than Sean might mean there was hope for the girl after all. "Like I said, he's alright." Lifting a shoulder Mika sipped on a bottle of spring water. "It wouldn't matter if he was single, he'd never go for someone like me." Donna lamented The other three women at the table rolled their eyes in unison. This was regular fodder for Donna. She was quick to put herself down. She'd been with Sean since they were in high school and he'd constantly cheated on her. She believed that "a man was going to be a man" and it was natural for him to seek the company of other women. Her self-esteem was long gone and didn't seem to be making its way back either. "All I know is that I have to send my ads to him for "review" before presentation." Mika said bitterly. She explained what Brad had told her about the company using him as part of their going "green" campaign. "And how the hell is his reviewing well-done work part of going green?" Max snorted, her Jamaican accent coming out. "Is he going to do the recycling around here as well?" "Supposedly it will eliminate extra resources being used in the long run." Mika said derisively. "Well, he can review my work any time he wants." Sherri said suggestively making them giggle. When Mika got back to her desk she had an email in her inbox from the lunch time topic of conversation. From: Marcus Waters To: Mika Peeples Subject: One-on-One Time: 12:41 pm MST Mika, I'd like to meet with you sometime this week. We'll be working closely together for the next several months and I think it would be optimal for us to develop a good working relationship. When are you available? Marcus Waters Consultant Economic Solutions Marketing, Inc. One-on-one huh? She imagined most women hearing him talk of one-on-ones had a totally different thought run through their heads. From: Mika Peeples To: Marcus Waters Subject: RE: One-on-One Time: 1:24 pm MST I look forward to collaborating with you as I'm sure you have innovative ideas that can be implemented for ESM success. My schedule is fairly light this week. I can pencil you in tomorrow afternoon. 2:00 work? Regards, Mika Peeples Client Affairs ESM, Inc. She picked up her phone to check her voice mail and heard the ping of an incoming email message. She was surprised to see Mr. Elevator had responded so quickly. From: Marcus Waters To: Mika Peeples Subject: RE: One-on-One Time: 1:27 pm MST 2:00 is fine, although I'd prefer ink. My office is on five. Please bring the portfolio you're keeping on Brinkman and we'll review. P.S. Nice ring. Marcus Waters Consultant Economic Solutions Marketing, Inc. Nice ring? Mika re-read the email. Her brow furrowed. What was that supposed to mean? The only ring she was wearing was her wedding ring. She looked down at it. The 2 carat square cut diamond gleamed back at her. Clearly he knew she was married because he'd called her Mrs. at their introduction. So, what did he mean by nice ring? Maybe she was reading more into the statement than was actually there. From: Mika Peeples To: Marcus Waters Subject: RE: One-on-One Time: 1:30 pm MST Fine, ink it is. P.S. - Thank you. Regards, Mika Peeples Client Affairs ESM, Inc. Mika stewed over the email the rest of the day. Sure, he was attractive. What red-blooded woman with a heartbeat couldn't appreciate a good-looking man? But that was it, nothing more. Donna and Sherri's enthusiasm about the man had gotten to her that was all. The man had simply complimented her ring. Her wedding ring no less. Sheesh. She was over-thinking this. Hell, she ought to be glad he's saying anything kind to her after she'd basically left him out in the cold. Mika headed home feeling better and looking forward to a good meal and hopefully a repeat of Saturday night when she got home. Mika kicked off the heels she wore upon entering her home. Jay wasn't home yet as evidenced by his missing car in the garage. She went to the kitchen and took out a packet of chicken breasts and set about cleaning them. While the chicken soaked she went to the bedroom disrobing on the way. She put the suit she wore in the basket designated for dry cleaning. She breathed a sigh of relief as she slid out of her bra. Stretching her arms she relished the feel of her breasts jiggling free. She slid the silky beige thong down her thighs and kicked it off. She pulled a tank top out of the bureau along with a pair of bike shorts and slipped them on. She was in the middle of slicing the chicken into chunks when a text message came through from Jay. From: Jay Gonna stop by the gym on the way home and hit the weights. Be home by 7. To: Jay Ok, baby. I'm putting together a stir-fry for dinner. Hope you're hungry. Her lips curved at the double entendre. Her appetite had been whetted and she was ready to kick her sex life back into drive. From: Jay Yeah babe, I could eat a horse. See you soon. What?!? Mika scowled. That wasn't the answer she was looking for. She remembered the days when dinner would be left half-cooked on the stove because he would come in and ravish her while she was in the middle of making a meal. Now he didn't even pick up on her suggestive messages. Either that or he evaded answering by playing dumb. She preferred to think it was the former. She bet Mr. Elevator wouldn't mistake her meaning. Whoa! Where did that come from? Why would he pop into her head? She added vegetables to the wok containing the chicken she'd cooked. She had Donna and Sherri to thank for this wayward thought. She'd give them a finger wagging tomorrow she decided and finished with the stir-fry putting Marcus Waters out of her mind. True to his word, Jay arrived home a few minutes after 7. "Ewww, you're sweaty." Mika wrinked her nose good-naturedly leaning in for a kiss. "Haha, you weren't worried about that the other night." He laughed dropping his gym bag. "Dinner will be ready when you get out of the shower." Mika said pointing. "I'm going, I'm going." He laughed as he walked away. They'd polished off the stir-fry and talked about their days. Mika was stretched out on one end of the couch, Jay on the other. Sitting up, she crawled over in between her husband's legs. "I'm going to get ready for bed now." She said looking at him seductively walking her fingers up his thigh. "Ok babe, I'm right behind you." He said focused on the basketball game on the screen. Turning his head he gave her a light peck on her cheek. She unfolded herself deliberately letting her breasts rest for a second longer than necessary on his thigh as she got up. She knew her nipples were poking through the thin cotton of the tank top she wore. Mika took a quick shower and wrote in the journal she'd kept since she was young while she waited for Jay to come to bed. It was shortly before eleven when she nodded off in the bed alone. Mika spent Tuesday morning compiling the ads she'd created for Brinkman and her notes for her meeting with Mr. Elevator. While she'd planned on giving her friends a hard time for talking up the new Marcus Waters she ended up eating her paltry lunch of canned fruit and string cheese at her desk. She wasn't sure how long the meeting would take and she wanted to answer all of her messages beforehand. At exactly 1:50 Mika gathered up her portfolio and tablet and headed for the stairs. Once on the fifth floor she headed for Finance. She figured if he was working with Brad then his office would be close by. Sure enough two doors down she found him. He was leaning back in his chair, the phone cradled between his ear and shoulder. "No, that's not going to work. We need a written response in the next 72 hours." He motioned for her to come in, pointing at the vacant chairs on the opposite side of the desk. "That's fine Adrienne. Just let them know that 72 hours is my maximum. " He held up his index finger to indicate he'd be done shortly. She looked around the office avoiding his gaze. It was always awkward, she thought, listening to a one-sided phone conversation. Even more so when the person you were listening to was looking at you with a steady, unnerving gaze. Maya's Mission Ch. 03 He listed to whatever Adrienne was saying, making non-committal sounds. "Ok, let me know. Thanks Adrienne. " Placing the phone in its cradle, he sat up, his eyes on her. For some inexplicable reason she felt her nerves kick in and her stomach flutter. "So we meet again Mrs. Peeples." His mouth lifted. Again with the Mrs.? She lifted a brow. "I owe you an apology." She began on a sigh. "It was incredibly rude and insensitive of me not to hold the elevator for you yesterday morning." "That was atypical behavior of me and I hope you'll accept my apology. I can only attribute my lack of manners to a case of the Mondays." She grimaced as she finished what she hoped would be received as the sincere apology she meant it to be. "Fair enough, apology accepted." "Now that we've put that water under the bridge is there anything else that would prevent us from having a successful working relationship?" He asked studying her. "Just that you insist on calling me Mrs. Peeples. Do you call all of your colleagues by their 'unrelated to work' titles?" She challenged him, her brow rising derisively. He chuckled. "No, in fact, I don't." "Then let's dispense with that and you just call me Mika. Or creative genius. That'll work too." She said straight-faced crossing one leg over the other. A burst of laughter exploded from him at that. His dimples displayed for her. She had noticed his eyes had followed her legs when she'd crossed them. She was wearing her black Vera Wang dress that hugged her curves and showed off her legs. Guess all those leg presses at the gym were paying off. Man, she was a sucker for dimples she thought as his popped out again. This wasn't going to do...her finding more things about him to admire. For God's sake Mika grow up. They're a soft tissue anomaly nothing more she chastised herself. She pulled herself out of the thought when she saw that he was obviously awaiting a response from her. "I'm sorry?" She blinked. "I asked if I could get you anything. Coffee, tea?" A knowing smile danced in his eyes. Yeah, how about a brain refresh so I can focus on these ads and not your dimples. "Uh, no, thank you. I'm fine." She gave a small, polite smile. "Ok, then let's take a look at what you've got." Did he mean that to be deliberately suggestive? She wondered, shuffling in her chair. "Let's do." The next forty-five minutes were spent poring over the ads she's created. She was surprised to find him to be complimentary of the work she'd done and reasonable in the critiques he had. More than once she found her eyes straying to the muscles the strained under his pale blue shirt when he reached for something. So, he was in shape, so what? Nothing unusual about that. Again, what red-blooded woman couldn't appreciate that? By the time they wrapped up she felt that she'd spent a good portion of the time sneaking peeks of him through her lashes when he wasn't looking. Scooping up the paperwork she'd brought with her she stood. He pushed back from his desk, rising. Coming around the desk her took the poster board off of the easel it rested on. As he reached out to hand it to her she shifted and the poster board met with the papers in her hand causing them to fall and scatter. "Crud. Sorry." She said automatically, bending over to pick them up. "My fault totally." He bent as well, gathering the papers that were out of her reach. Only a scant few inches separated them. He paused staring at her. "You have the most incredible eyes." He said softly. Her tongue darted out to moisten her bottom lip. His eyes dropped to her full lips following the movement. She stood abruptly, albeit shakily. "Thank you." She busied herself shuffling the sheaf of papers she held. "Your husband is a lucky man indeed." He voice was smooth. Her eyes flew up to meet his. "Beauty and brains. Every man hopes for one or the other. It's a rare occasion to get both in the same woman." He explained. "You know pretty soon I'm going to think you just like to hear me thanking you." She said her voice steady now. He chuckled. "I guess that's better than you saying sorry for shutting me out in the cold." She groaned. "I am so embarrassed about that. I really hope you will forgive and more importantly forget that transgression. My mother would wring my neck if she knew I'd been so inconsiderate." He laughed again. "Don't worry about it. I won't tell her if you won't." "Deal." She stuck her hand out. "Wait, we've got to shake on this?" His dimples appeared. "Of course, Waters. A deal's not a deal if you don't shake on it." Her hand protruded waiting for him to grasp it. When he did a spark shot through her, desire coursing through her core. She would have thought she imagined it if it weren't for the fact that she saw that he'd felt it to. Turning she picked up the troublesome poster board. "Good-bye Marcus." Watching her hips sway gently as she walked away he touched his fingers loosely to his temple in a mock salute. It's not good-bye he thought. He'd be seeing her again. Marcus tipped his head back letting the cool water slide down his throat. He took a long, thirsty swallow. Wiping the sweat from his brow he bent over and retrieved his gym bag. Kevin lumbered over to him dabbing at his own dripping sweat. He and Kevin went back years. They'd gone to college together and had become good friends during their time there. Years later he considered himself fortunate to have Kevin as a friend. Every Thursday evening they met up with a few other guys at the gym and played a game of basketball. This Thursday was no different from any other and Marcus was feeling accomplished, having got in a good workout. "Man, I'm getting too old for this." Kevin said limping along. "We're going to have to find a new hobby. Join a book club maybe." "What are you? An old lady now?" Marcus held the door open for his injured friend. "Nah man, book clubs are where it's at. Toni meets up with her girls every week and from what I hear it's pretty racy." Marcus raised disbelieving eyebrows. Toni was Kevin's wife and mother to his 3 children. They'd been high school sweethearts and were still in love twenty years later. "I guess, if you consider Gone With The Wind racy." He remarked. "No man, I'm serious. Ladies ain't reading cheesy dime-store paperbacks anymore. They've upped the game. Now it's sex books. And I'm not talking self-help sex books either, well at least not the traditional kind." "Well...? What kind are they then?" Marcus said stopping next to his car. "These books are erotic, sexual fantasy type stories. The ladies read a few chapters each week and meet up to talk about it. I don't know what they talk about per se. All I know is Toni comes home and is like a hungry lioness, ready for me." Kevin voice grew animated as he talked. Marcus nodded his head approvingly. "Well, then I'd say you better keep her involved with her book club." Laughing, he opened his car door. "And furthermore you're gonna need to stick with basketball old man if you're going to tangle with that lion!" A short while later, Marcus pulled up to his condo. He was much more relaxed now, having mellowed to the sounds of smooth jazz on the drive home. Dropping his gear in the garage he entered the adjoining kitchen and pulled a bottle of Gatorade out of the fridge. Remembering he'd received a text message on his drive home he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. He wasn't surprised to see the message was from Mercedes. Mercedes was a fiery Latina, with a body that just wouldn't quit. The girl had curves that begged to be explored and her enthusiasm for pleasing her man in the bedroom was unmatched. A few years back he'd been captivated with her beauty and her with his prowess and ambition. There was no denying the chemistry between them and they'd tried dating and making a relationship out of it. It didn't take long for them to realize their compatibility ended once they were out of bed, or the shower, or wherever else they found to get down. Fortunately, they'd ended the relationship part of things amicably and remained friends. In the event either of them was unattached and in need of physical company they were still amenable to hooking up. From: Mercedes Hey Boo, whatcha doin? To: Mercedes Just got home. U? Stripping off his sweaty tee he walked to the living room, taking a swig of the Gatorade. From: Mercedes Want some company? He really just wanted a hot shower, to catch a bit of SportsCenter, and snarf a sandwich. To: Mercedes Rain check? I'm worn out from shooting hoops and got an early morning tomorrow. Back in the kitchen he pulled out a bag of ruffled potato chips and began munching. In the living room his phone sounded. From: Mercedes =o( Ok, but I have a counteroffer. Wiping the crumbs from his fingers he punched out a response. To: Mercedes??? His phone rang immediately. "So, what's your counteroffer?" "Oh, I thought we could just....talk." Her voice was husky. "Is that right? Talk about what?" He lowered the volume on the TV he'd just turned on. "First, I want to get comfortable. " He could hear the phone jar as she set it down. "Ok, that's better, I needed to take off that bra. It's the red, lacy one you bought for me. Do you remember it?" Hell yeah, he remembered it. In fact, he remembered taking her out of it a few mere moments after she'd first put it on in the dressing room. That had been one hell of a shopping trip. "Let me guess...it was a bit too restrictive?" He envisioned her breasts. She was the proud owner of an all natural set of 36 D's. They were fully rounded globes that jiggled nicely. "You could say that. " She paused. "They feel very soft and free." She said it slowly. "And you know how much I like it when you nuzzle them Papi." Marcus sat down in the recliner in front of the TV. Stretching his legs out in front of him he settled in, closing his eyes. "I was thinking that had I come over I would have found you watching a game of some sort on the TV." She continued lazily. Not far off, he thought. The SportsCenter theme music filtered in through the speakers. "And because I know how much you love sports I wouldn't have wanted to interrupt you." "I would have simply crawled over to you, so I wouldn't distract you." He pictured her on her hands and knees slinking her way toward him slowly yet with stealth like a lion. Her ass, firm in form would sway with each motion. Her tits swinging as she advanced. Her jet black hair cascading down her back, falling in thick waves over her shoulders. She would be looking at him, as she stalked him, her dark eyes pools of intensity. He felt the blood starting to pump in his loins. "I would slide my hands up your shins. When I got to your muscular thighs I would be compelled to lower my head and place a few kisses." She drawled on painting the scene in his mind's eye. He shifted in the recliner, feeling the cotton of his boxers tightening. "I think I would get drunk on your manly scent." She supposed. "And of course you know how inquisitive I am." She said throatily. "I'd want to know what was poking up in those shorts you're wearing." "So, naturally, I'd slide a hand under the hem to see what I could find." He could damn near feel her hands on him. She had him fully hard now, straining against the boxers. "What then baby?" He mumbled, stroking himself through the shorts. "Then, my hand would brush against you ever so slightly." She said it huskily. Her eyes would snap up to meet his when she felt his hard dick against her hand. He would give her a half-lidded gaze and lift his chin directing her to continue her search. "I would grasp you in my hand, wrap my palm around you." "Yeah, baby." He slipped his hand beneath the waistband of his shorts to mimic the action she'd just described. "With my other hand, I pull on your waistband because I would want you out, displayed for my eyes to see." Yeah, he wanted it too. He pulled his waistband down now freeing his shaft. His breathing grew heavy as she continued. "I would lick my lips and lower my head." She murmured. "You would smell so raw and pure after your game and that would turn me on even more." "Then I would take my prize." She would stare him in the eyes as she did it. His dick was throbbing now. "I'd take all of you deep in my warm, wet mouth." She drew the words out as she spoke them. "Mmmmm." He stroked himself slowly as he saw the scene unfolding. "It would take me a moment to adjust to your girth and full length. It would choke me a little at first but I'd adjust quickly." He was stroking faster now. "Then I would attend to your sack. I know how much you like it when I suck on your balls Papi." Her words were like warm honey. "I'd want your dick nice and wet. Glossy with my spit and shiny. And I would suck it so good baby, I would slurp it up, my head bobbng up and down." Oh shit, he was gonna cum real soon he thought as he saw her working his dick with her sweet mouth. "Your hands would fist in my hair and then I'd take my tongue and swirl it around the ridge under your tip. And when I heard you groan I'd take your head into my mouth quickly and pop it out again." He was almost there, he was going to bust. "You would be fucking my mouth hard." She continued. "I'd be slurping crazily now, my fingers ringed at the base." " Sucking and pumping for you baby, over and over again." She cooed. "Fuck yes!" He shouted. He grabbed his cock and grunted as his cum shot out. "OOOHHHHH!!!!!" His head rolling back, he savored the utopia. It was a moment before he was able to speak. "Good counter offer." He mumbled still reveling in his climax. "Yes, I thought so." Her voice was hard. "One question though...who the fuck is Mika?" ***