Ascending Lauren Ch. 27 - Sex Stories

Ascending Lauren Ch. 27

... receptors usually reserved for opioids.

Carson stopped peddling and coasted to a stop on a sidewalk just outside a boardwalk. Damnit. Nothing but fat tourists and food deliveries obscuring his view. Oh well, if he wanted to ogle girls, he could just head over to the beaches. Of course, leering was all that was in the cards for him. Although the guys at work thought the lanky networking sage was a real ladies man, nothing could be further from the truth. Oh, he'd tried, what with the tight clothing and gold chains and all, but that usually only got him laughed at. Fuck all them bitches if they don't want areal man.

Disappointed, Shane was about to turn back to the park when a box truck belched a plume of blue exhaust and lurched forward. Behind it, about halfway down restaurant row, the computer specialist spotted her again. This time it was clear she was not alone. A large, tall man in his thirties, with one of the largest off-white cowboy hats he'd ever seen had a hand on the small of her back as he opened the front door to a fancy Italian Bistro. Her profile became clear as she tilted a cheek to accept a kiss.

Lauren Miller.

Holy shit, that's Lauren Miller!

Lauren Miller, the Rekrap office exec who had recently been promoted to VP of Operations.

Lauren Miller, the broad his nerdy IT pal at headquarters had boned.

Lauren Miller, the chick he'd spent hours spying on, just to be close to her. Faking IT issues to hang out in her office. Waiting outside ...

... her apartment building hours on end until he learned her husband was back in town.

Lauren Miller, the unsuspecting porn star, whose encounter in a sauna with a man who was decidedly not her husband he now had a recording of, thanks to that sleazebag of a doorman.

And here she was a guy that looked nothing like the framed picture of her hubby on her desk.

Dismounting slowly, Shane's expression changed from one of surprise to something darker. After chaining the Trek to a rack, the bicyclist leaned against a wood railing that ran along a pier and had a clear view into the restaurant, which boasted floor-to-ceiling windows. Perhaps he would be afforded another glimpse, just to make sure it was her. Several minutes passed and no sign of them. Maybe they were early for their reservations. Swanky places like that always required reservations.

Then, to his relief, the couple suddenly appeared - and what luck - right next to a huge glass pane overlooking the marina. It was definitely Lauren, who looked stunning in her white, ruched dress. Her date seemed out of place in his plaid blazer and white cowboy hat.

I bet he has boots on too.

Shane couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as he watched the two of them laughing and chatting, clearly enjoying each other's company. Pulling out his phone, he acted like he was taking a picture of the boathouses at sunset, but in fact, zoomed in on the pair who had now interlaced fingers over the linen tablecloth.

Snap, ...