Ascending Lauren Ch. 27 - Sex Stories

Ascending Lauren Ch. 27

... veins.

The ex-soldier couldn't help but feel a sense of awe as he ran his fingers through her silky hair. It was rare for someone who had been through so much to touch something so pure and clean. Nate Jackson knew that this was taboo, unconventional for someone so rough and rugged to be so close to something so delicate and beautiful. He knew that he was nothing more than a societal outcast, looked upon as trash by many, while she might as well have been from another planet.

But despite his rough exterior, she seemed at ease. She didn't walk away like the others did, pretending he wasn't there so she could feel better about her own privileged life. Instead, she allowed him to hold her breast in his grubby hands, savoring the intimacy that few others had given him before.

The only sound in the tent was Lauren's shallow and pensive breathing. She reached behind her with both hands and undid the clasp at the top of her dress. Nate sat silently as the Dior fell away from her skin, revealing a peach bra that held the most delightfully small tits. Timidly, he reached out again, running a finger along the wireframe of the undergarment in disbelief that this moment even existed.

As Lauren allowed the homeless man to caress her breasts through the gentle curves of her bra, she couldn't help but take a closer look at his features. His complexion was pockmarked from years of neglect and his wrinkles spoke of a life filled with hardship. His salty hair hung disheveled ...

... around his forehead, his thick, untamed beard covering most of his face, lending him a wild appearance. With an intense and brooding gaze, the sunken, shadowy sockets that seemed almost hollow at times were impossible to ignore. And then there was the prominent scar that ran from his ear to beneath his chin. Lauren shook her head in sorrow and rubbed a thumb across a wound whose physical pain had long since faded. Nate nuzzled his head in her hand, like a puppy seeking love.

"Iraq?" she asked softly.

"Kuwait," he replied matter-of-factly. "Ten-year-old boy. He watched his brainwashed mother blow herself up on one of my patrols. Somehow, he blamed us for her decision." Nate paused for a moment before continuing, "Went after me with a dead buddy's ka-bar. Got me good before vanishing into the crowd."

Lauren's eyes widened in shock as she listened to the tragic story. "I'm so sorry," she whispered softly, tears welling up in her eyes as she looked into Nate's wounded gaze.

With renewed compassion, the charitable patriciate leaned over and unzipped his crusty jeans. There was no surprise when she saw he wasn't wearing underwear.. Her eyes locked onto the impressive length of the man's erection as she gently took hold of it in her small palm. Her fingers wrapped around the base, stroking slowly upwards towards the sensitive tip. She could feel the heat emanating from the flesh beneath her fingertips, sending shivers down her spine. The veins pulsated with each beat of the ...