Ascending Lauren Ch. 27 - Sex Stories

Ascending Lauren Ch. 27

... escaped his lips, and he shuddered with pleasure.

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The IT specialist observed from a distance as the couple strolled along the wharf towards a different marina. This particular marina catered to a variety of small personal watercraft, some of which served as people's homes. Eventually, the duo meandered down one of the piers and arrived at a slip housing a moderately sized yacht. While not as impressive as the neighboring colossal vessels, it possessed its own charm. Concealing his bike amidst a hedgerow near the pathway, Shane discreetly trailed behind them as Alex displayed his gentlemanly demeanor, assisting Lauren from the gangway onto the stern of the boat, holding her delicate hand. Once they were safely on board, the burly man turned around and planted another tender kiss on her lips before guiding her down a set of steps into the cabin.

Seeing his chance, the bold voyeur moved quickly, darting to the rear of the boat, making himself small in the darkness. He made note of the name.

Amarillo Sky.

Of course, why wouldn't it be?

The muffled sound of giggles came from within, indicating that the couple was fully engrossed in their own world. Seizing the moment, Shane agilely leaped onto the gently swaying transom, his fingers firmly grasping the smooth wood. Using the small toe rail as a support, he skillfully scoured the boat's exterior, searching for an uncovered portlight. Though most of the curtains were drawn, he held onto a glimmer of hope ...

... that at least one remained open. His eyes canvassed the length of the yacht until he spotted his prize: a rectangular window near the front of the cabin, emanating a cozy, golden glow amidst the nocturnal ambiance. With the nimbleness of Spiderman, he cautiously maneuvered towards it, ensuring his balance did not falter, lest he plunge into the water below. His perseverance paid off, and suddenly Shane found himself affixed to the fiberglass, his nose pressed against the glass.

The view before him was well worth the danger of being discovered.

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Back in the apartment, Corey groaned. Spreading his legs wider, he pinched the fabric of the sock about halfway down his shaft, pulling it taut against his shaft and increasing the friction. With a gentle but firm motion, he moved the Gold Toe up and down, simulating a soft and warm snatch. Closing his eyes, he was once again there in the pier's shadows, spying.

Behind the shed, Lauren moved her head back and forth, sucking harder and harder. Alex's fingers were tangled in her well-coifed hair, fucking her mouth. She took him deeper and deeper until it scraped the back of her seasoned throat. Anyone watching could tell the wayward wife wanted the big guy's seed to savor.

As he pulled the sock's band tighter, the older man's breathing became rapid and ragged. The tension - the glorious tension - was building, needing release. With his free hand, Corey reached up to his chest, feeling the soft flesh of his man-boobs ...