Ascending Lauren Ch. 27 - Sex Stories

Ascending Lauren Ch. 27

... snap.

A twitch in his crotch reminded Carson just how much he enjoyed being a voyeur. In high school, he used to follow the girls he had crushes on around on the weekends, sneaking up behind their dates' cars as they parked out of sight for a little lovin'. Sometimes he got to see some skin, but typically the fogged-up windows and the squeaking shock absorbers were usually enough for him to imagine it was him in there, not the soup du jour varsity jock.

The man with the close-cropped hair suddenly switched seats and took a seat next to Lauren. She seemed smitten while holding the cowboy's hand. Both had smiles from ear to ear. Did she have her wedding ring on?

Snap, snap.

Minutes turned into an hour. Shane watched as salads were eaten and salmon dissected on its serving planks. Occasionally there would be a fit of chuckles where one would playfully bash a shoulder into the other. At one point, Lauren took out her own phone and pointed it down the pier, appearing to take a pic of the boats. Then a small dessert came, and it happened. As the sexy executive popped a piece of the cake into the man's mouth, she leaned closer and kissed him. A full-on, tongue-invading, sigh-inducing smooch.

Oh wow, that's nice. That's REAL nice, Carson breathed heavily.

Snap, snap.

Adjusting his satin jogging pants, the peeper took a sip of the now-cold latte. Maybe he'd stick around a while and see what else Rekrap's newest VP was up to.

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Back at the Majestic Summit ...

... Arms, after a rather unsatisfactory masturbation attempt and then some apartment cleaning, Corey had decided to take a walk. As he wandered aimlessly through the streets of Miami, he tried to push the thoughts of Lauren and Alex out of his mind, but they lingered there, nagging at him.

The older man was broken and he knew it. Mentally deficient, he didn't seem to be like other wittols he read about on social media. The ones that were head over heels about their significant others fucking around on them. No, instead, Corey brooded about it. On one hand, he couldn't get enough of Lauren's newfound promiscuity, yet on the other, it disturbed him to the core. Other guys in the online communities didn't seem to have as much anguish and turmoil. And yet, wasn't that what they all craved? Drawn to the calmness and serenity of the water at twilight, he sat down on a bench and watched as the waves crashed against the seawall, feeling the cool breeze on his face.

Like sand through an hourglass...

This was the new reality. Gone was yesteryear, the days in Iowa that seemed so orderly now, so predictable. The children were grown and gone. His wife was no longer a scout leader, no longer baked cakes for the big church sale. She was a bona fide slut now, a creature of his own making, evolved by her inner, suppressed sexuality. Even if they stopped this tempest today, things would never be the same. Ever.

With a deep breath, Corey pushed off on his knees and stood, stretching in ...