Ascending Lauren Ch. 27 - Sex Stories

Ascending Lauren Ch. 27

... homeless and prostitutes walking the blocks. The weary sixty-one-year-old man felt relief when he stopped at a red light just blocks from Fifth Street and the Majestic Summit Arms hotel. He nodded tiredly at a grinning rickshaw driver who pedaled across in front of the Audi, smoke trailing from his cigarette as the brightly lit carrier passed by.

We should do that sometime, Corey thought, exhaling the days troubles away.Lauren would think that to be fun.

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Lauren walked through the alley nervously, her heart beating fast at every sound that echoed off the surrounding buildings. She kept turning around to make sure no one was following her. After all, it was here that she had been nearly robbed before Nate had come to her rescue.

As she neared the end of the alley, the skittish office manager spotted a blue burlap tarp draped over two large pieces of plywood leaning against an abandoned building. With a great deal of apprehension, she cautiously peered into the makeshift lean-to and saw a shadowy figure lit up by a small votive candle that must have been retrieved from one of the dumpsters.

"Nate?" she called out, but there was no reply.

Lauren carefully unhooked the frayed bungy cord and pulled back the flaps to take a closer look. Inside, she saw Nate lying awkwardly on a bed of old and oily sleeping bags and comforters that made up the floor of the tent. Their eyes met, and Lauren's heart nearly came up her throat. The smell was enough to peel ...

... paint off a wall, but she entered anyway, silently, their gaze locked on each other. Hunching over, she carefully smoothed out her skirt and sat beside him. The wily veteran shook his head.

"You shouldn't have come. You don't belong here."

The self-deprecation was met with a warm, sympathetic smile. It was hard to know whether the gentle black man was simply nervous around women or whether he was genuinely angry she was there.

"I don't get many visitors, especially none as pretty as you."

Lauren quickly put an index finger to his chapped lips.

"You think I'm pretty?"

"Like an angel."

Looking towards the burlap flaps of the tent entrance, Lauren furrowed her brow and bit her lower lip, contemplating her next move. Turning back to Nate, convinced of the charitable thing to do, she carefully removed her cardigan, revealing the elegant dress she had worn to work that day. Jackson remained silent but found the courage to extend a trembling hand and gently brushed against the straight and shiny midnight mane that hung like two drapes on either side of her cleavage. Something in her eyes indicated that there would be no repercussions. Seconds later, she affirmed this by placing his other hand on a still clothed tit. Lauren sighed with exhilaration as he groped a breast through the chiffon fabric. There was something so stimulating, so galvanizing, so...wrong...about begin there with the intriguing vagrant that she felt a bolt of electricity mainline through her ...