Ascending Lauren Ch. 03

Still sputtering, Lauren headed back to the chaise lounge, her hand firmly planted in Tommy's, not wanting to let go. Gaining composure, she thanked him for the quick reaction. "I'm a lousy swimmer and that was quite unexpected," she exclaimed, still half-choking. "I owe you one."

"Nah, you would have been okay. You just needed a little back up," he replied, downplaying the whole hero thing. He did see a chance though. "If you really want to thank me, have dinner with me tonight. That is, unless you have plans for the movies again."

Remembering the ruse concocted by her wealthy neighbor Jack to evade Tommy's previous flirtation, she smiled. "No, it's not movie night. But you should know that I'm married."

Tommy looked genuinely disappointed. "To Jack? I didn't think he was the marrying kind."

Lauren wondered briefly what he meant by that, but let it go. "Not to him, no."

Tommy's curiosity was now immeasurable. "So, let me get this straight," he said as tactfully as he could, handing Lauren a dry towel. "You're married but you go out on dates. Just not with your husband?"

"Not exactly." Lauren explained that then she was simply trying to find a polite way to avoid his flirting because she was married, and Jack's strategy seemed the way to go at the time. Unfortunately, Amy's voice interrupted any further justification.

"You get a mouthful back there?" Amy asked, pointing at the pool with one hand, the other firmly wrapped around Tony's well-developed arm.

"I'm fine," Lauren assured her friend, suddenly feeling hot, dizzy, and flustered.

"Look, I'm heading back down to the apartment. I need a hot shower," she lied. "No need for you to leave, just come get your stuff whenever, okay?"

Amy shrugged. "Sure, I'll be down in a bit. Going to have one more round with my new friend here." Tony grinned as she squeezed his biceps.

Lauren simply smirked knowingly and picked up her things. She turned to Tommy and thanked him again for rescuing her. "I do owe you one. Good luck in school, okay?"

Tommy was still intrigued by her previous statement. It gave him a glimmer of hope. "The invitation for dinner is still good. I make a mean Spaghetti Napolitana."

"Yeah, he's a killer chef!" Tony piped up. "Off the chain!"

"Sounds fabulous, it really does. I'll take a rain check for now," Lauren smiled apologetically. With that, she headed towards the elevator and her apartment. Amy watched her friend walk away, thinking she appeared both tired and bothered. Chalking it up to the heat and a gallon of swallowed water, the blonde turned her attention back to her new pals.

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Lauren practically sprinted to her apartment as the lift opened to her floor. Throwing the beach bag on the kitchen island, she made a beeline for the bedroom and fished out The Chairman from beneath some undies in the dresser drawer. Pulling the see-through crocheted cover-up over her head, Lauren knelt on the bed. Both hands flew beneath her still slightly wet bikini bottoms, caressing and probing her vagina. She was so horny! For years, sex was a take it or leave it thing. Now it was all she could think about.

As the wet, sticky juices began to coat her fingers, she untied the suit, letting both pieces fall to the bed spread. With greater access to her sopping wet hole, Lauren hooked her index and ring fingers in as deep as they would go, using the others to support the urgent probing. Her imagination took over. Tommy was kneeling behind her, snaking his hands around her torso to these small, eager breasts. He began kissing her neck, tongue in one ear, then the other. She wanted him in her right then. In her pussy, damnit, she wanted him to take her pussy right the fuck now!

Lauren turned and fell on the bed. The 10-inch vibrator roared to life, providing a steady hum in the otherwise quiet room. Legs splayed wide open, her alternating light and dark pink labia was beautifully framed by the closely cropped but full set of pubic hair. Clear juices ran from her, pooling in the crack of her ass, soaked up by the underlying throw. Applying slight pressure to the top of her pussy, she ran the dildo lightly around the outside, paying attention to the moist erogenous area. With each pass by her clit, her entire pussy seemed to have a life of its own. It puckered and lurched forward towards The Chairman, begging him, enticing him to enter her willing hole.

Tommy was on top of her now, tracing the contours of her thighs with his cock, gradually coating the shaft with the natural lubrication that flowed freely from Lauren's slit. She positioned the Chairman directly between her pussy lips, slowly pushing it into her eager canal. Rocking the vibrator back and forth, it gradually became lubricated, allowing it to slip in deeper. "Fuck me," Lauren cried out to no one in particular, as The Chairman picked up his pace. Suddenly Tommy's face was over hers, in the throes of ecstasy, grunting louder with each subsequent thrust. Lauren felt her release coming. She tried to hold back, to make the moment last longer, but it was not to be. What used to take hours, now arrived in just minutes. The orgasm exploded quickly within, causing her to bite a fist to stifle the resulting scream.

As short time later, Lauren laid motionless in bed, legs spread wide and slightly quivering. The Chairman hummed his tune happily, glistening on the bed sheets, a job well done. It felt particularly erotic to her, like the women in men's magazines, spread eagle, nothing to hide. As she turned down the vibrator, a noise came from just outside of the open bedroom door.

"Someone there?" she asked nervously in all her nakedness. "I have a gun!" she bellowed, lying.

Slowly, almost ghost like, Amy appeared in the bedroom doorway, her long golden hair covering full breasts, extending to just above her curvaceous hips. Lauren reached for the bed sheets in an attempt to cover herself, trying to speak words that would not come. Amy put a finger to her red lips, suggesting total silence. The young blonde's bright sapphire eyes pried into Lauren's very soul as she wandered aimlessly about the room, never breaking their gaze, delicate fingers tracing lightly over the vanity, the dresser, and finally an armchair in a corner of the room. Lauren clutched the sheets, unable to speak or move. How much had her friend seen? Why could she not speak? At that very moment she felt exactly like the canary who had just been spied by the cat.

Standing in front of the chair, Amy silently removed her bikini top and threw it to the floor. She put her hands on her hips seductively, then slowly untied each side of the thong bottoms, letting them fall as well. Lauren stared at her friend's nakedness. Ample lily-white breasts topped with large areolae, offset by her deeply tanned body. Lauren's eyes followed long and lean legs to a cleanly shaved and waxed vagina. Would it had been anything but?

Without warning, Amy laughed and quickly snatched the sheets away from the older woman, exposing her once again. Lauren gasped as her coworker sank slowly into the armchair, grabbing her ankles, spreading sun-kissed thighs, and anchoring her legs over the padded ornamental arms.

"Do you want me to stop?" Amy asked, placing both hands on her smooth pussy, pulling the lips back to expose the fleshy pinkness of her inner canal. Lauren, mesmerized, slowly shook her head. The young blonde smirked, placing two fingers from each hand inside her hole. "No, of course you don't."

Moaning as her fingers danced inside, Amy declared, "You are one of the most beautiful women I've ever known, and I've waited for this moment. Spread your legs and let me see you."

Lauren stared at the blonde's shaved pussy not more than five feet from her, the moisture from it plainly visible. Instinctively having pulled her legs up underneath her when the sheet had been yanked off, she now willed them to unfurl and open. Laying back against the headboard, she waited.

"Now wet your fingers and feel your nipples," Amy directed, her own fingers doing the same.

Lauren licked each index fingers and touched one to each breast. She began lightly moving them around the areolas, feeling the tiny bumps and nipples harden into rigid nubs once again. She closed her eyes. This just couldn't be happening.

Amy stared at her friend's dark bush, the wiry trimmed pubic hairs drawing attention to its pink center. This was not the first time she had been with another girl, but this one was special. No women had turned her on as much as this 48-year-old beauty.

"Look at me," Amy continued her steely gaze as Lauren's eyes snapped open to stare back into the haunting baby blues. The blonde stuck two fingers into her sopping hole then sucked them into her mouth, licking off the juice.

"Put your fingers in your cunt," the younger woman commanded.

Lauren followed Amy's lead, pulled her labia back, and inserted three fingers into the wetness. She could feel the juices coating her hands.

"Work that clit for me," Amy murmured.

Lauren obliged, her breathing increasing exponentially, the scene so erotic she could barely stand it.

"That's it, sweet girl. You were having yourself quite the dream when I walked in, weren't you? I bet you were fucking Tommy, or Tony, or both huh?"

"Amy, please, we can't," was all Lauren could muster before she was overcome by the sensations of her fingers flicking her clit. What are you doing? You're an executive for God's sake, she's a secretary.

"Please, my ass! You don't realize just how nasty you are. You pretend to be all disinterested in other men, but listen, you gave Max a tug job, told your husband a story about some stranger banging you, and by the way, made me cum on your couch while listening to hubby pop. Remember all that shit?"

"Oh, yessss, I do..." Lauren groaned, her hips beginning to gyrate.

"Now it's my turn to return the favor," Amy cooed. "You were screwing Tommy just now, weren't you, you slutty little minx? I saw how fast you left the pool. You weren't upset, you were just fucking horny, needed to rub one out!"

"Nooo, Amy. Please stoppppp! We can't do this. It's not right!"

"What isn't?" Amy hissed. Her intense blue eyes pierced Lauren's. "You fantasizing about a guy younger than your daughters? You making good on your husband's kink, or you getting off watching your best friend jill her pussy? Which is it?"

Lauren's back arched away from the headboard, her shoulders pressing against it. She was starting to lose control.

"That's it, baby, just go with it," Amy embolden her friend, watching the older woman's body writhe in front of her.

"I bet you'd like your husband to watch Tommy lay that steel pipe into you, from right here in this chair. I sure Corey would be shooting spunk out between his fingers!"

"I...," Lauren squealed, "I, I," There was no denying it, the imagery was so decadent. "FUCK. Yessssssss! Oh, YES!"

"I knew it. You aren't so different than Corey, are you? Are all Iowans so perverted? Good girl! Ride that cock. Move those hips, take every inch of that throbbing monster."

Lauren's face seethed in ecstasy, eyes turned up into her head, as tight abs quivered and shapely legs shook. "Oh, oh, oh, oh," the moans were rhythmic now.

"You're a horny little slut, aren't you?" Amy yelled.

"No!"

"Yes, you are! You're fingerfucking yourself in front of a coworker. Who but a slut would do that? Say it!

Lauren nodded her head rapidly. "Oh god, I am. I'm a...I'm a horny slut!"

"Look at me!" Amy demanded.

Lauren looked. Amy's legs were still draped over each padded arm, the slick, bare pussy gaping open as she attacked it with both hands. Heavy breasts were heaving dramatically, pushing that shiny blonde hair to the side. Her whole body moved with each thrusting motion.

"You just know Tommy and Tony," Amy panted. "They...they want to pound us with their cocks. You want that too, don't you? I know how much you wanted to fuck Max the other night. Look how wet you are. What would you do if I came over there and licked that gushing juice right out of that cunt?

"Oh god, oh god, ah, ah, ah, ah," Lauren moaned. She could picture the gorgeous blonde's face between her legs, tongue lapping at her hole.

"I can just feel those pubes on my cheeks, all hot and sticky! Tommy and Tony standing over you, your hands wrapped around each thick, pulsating cock, stroking them up and down. I think they're gonna come!"

"Fuuuuuuck! Jesus. Oh shit!"

"Where do you want them to cum?"

"I don't know," Lauren gulped.

"Where do you want them to spray their jizz, tell me?"

Moans from both women were increasing in intensity.

"Where, Lauren?"

"On my face, Amy, I want them to come on my face!"

Amy's own orgasm was starting to build at the thought of her eating out her best friend while two young studs emptied their balls onto her face.

"They're going to unload all over your pretty little face, slut. You gonna gobble that shit up?"

"Oh...MY...FUCKING...GOD!" Lauren's body convulsed and twisted, her hips bucking off the mattress. This was too close to image that had sent her over the edge in the camping story. She felt liquid squirt from her small hole and flood the sheets.

Amy could no longer hold back her own release after witnessing Lauren visibly squirting. She fell from the chair onto her knees, blonde tresses enveloping her entire upper body like a blanket. Now at eye level with Lauren's oozing hole just feet away, she worked numerous fingers in and out of her slit until she looked at the ceiling and howled in a manner that any neighbor would instantly recognize as a deep, carnal scream of sexual release.

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Minutes later, sitting on the floor completely spent, Amy leaned back on the chair, panting. Lauren, also thoroughly drained, gazed down at her from the bed. As their eyes met, they began to lightly chuckle, not knowing what to say. Without a word, Amy stood and put on her bikini. Lauren watched her cute little ass bounce from one side to the other as she sashayed to the bedroom door. Before disappearing into the other room, Amy turned and smiled at her friend.

"By the way, you may want to lock the door behind you from now on, you never know who's going to pop in." With that, the young blonde disappeared.

Lauren climbed out of bed. What had just happened? She had masturbated with her friend - and co-worker no less - all at the thought of having sex with very young men. As she lovingly cleaned The Chairman, there was now no question that she had gone through a complete transformation in the last 72 hours, going from a demure disinterested mother of two who could barely get wet, to a harlot who could not stop thinking of sex. She was neither proud nor ashamed of this realization, but Lauren did know she had to channel her libido into something both her and her husband could enjoy.

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Corey's flight the following Thursday was delayed due to thunderstorms throughout the Midwest. Once in the air, he called Lauren and informed her of the delay. They initially planned to attend the apartment building's Thirsty Thursdays happy hour together, but suggested Lauren go anyway and enjoy some hors d'oeuvres. He would meet her there. A bit hungry, having not eaten all day in anticipation of the visit, she donned a pastel off-the-shoulder mini-sundress, brushed her shiny black hair, and headed up to the high-rise's rooftop.

It was the golden hour for sunlight, and it cast a gentle glow across the pool area. Exiting the elevator, she recognized several neighbors at the open-air bar, situated off to the side with a sweeping view of the Atlantic. A few nodded in recognition as she walked up and ordered a seltzer. Lauren watched as more residents poured onto the pool deck, ensuring a quite lively scene. Scanning the area for people she knew, her eyes made note of Tommy and his parents occupying a table in the back of the bar, seemingly bored.

Drink in hand, Lauren mingled with the residents, mostly couples who had abandoned their kids in front of the television so they could get a few minutes of respite. After 45 minutes of small talk, a single mother who lived on the 9th floor came over and complimented Lauren on her dress, admitting she could never pull off something similar in public. "Only someone in fantastic shape like you could wear that effectively," the woman gushed. Lauren thanked her, returning the praise with a compliment on the admirer's smart pantsuit and blazer.

As the woman moved on to the bar, a booming voice rang out from behind. "I couldn't agree more." It was the bachelor from the 31st floor who had rescued her from Tommy's initial flirtation attempt. A large, bearded man whom she had not seen before was standing beside him.

"Hey, Sir Jack," Lauren smiled. "Here to save me again?"

"Do you need to be? Is your young suitor about?"

"I think he's over there with his parents, enjoying his newfound legal age. I'm safe, for now."

"Well, if you need help again, just whistle," he offered, winking.

Jack went on to introduce his friend, Waylon, a professional photographer, who was visiting for the evening. The three made their way over to a bar height table and began a conversation that ranged from politics to the stock market. Waylon grabbed some finger food and more drinks as they settled in, enjoying the sight of the sinking sun over the western skyline. Soon other neighbors gathered round, tables daisy-chained together to widen the circle. The happy hour had become energized. Even Tommy joined in, his parents having left to go back to their apartment.

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Corey watched the sun slip over the horizon as his plane touched down at the Miami airport. Navigating through baggage claim, he hailed a cab and sent a text to Lauren that he was on his way. There was no response. A bit of traffic and 20 minutes later, he arrived at the downtown apartment building. Riding the elevator to the 23rd floor, he fished out the fob from his carryon, opened the door and pushed the suitcase inside. Lauren was not there, but her phone was. Kind of odd, but probably just forgotten it. Assuming she was still at the happy hour, he washed up, grab a beer, and headed towards the pool.

The first thing Corey noticed when he walked off the elevator was the festive rooftop atmosphere. Music wafted from strategically placed speakers around the perimeter, tempering the moderate to loud laughter coming from several different pods of people. These Miamians sure enjoy their weeknights, he thought. The second thing he noticed was a group of 10 people, a mixture of men and women, gathered around a few wobbly tables. In the midst of them was his wife, smiling and giggling at everyone. She was a vision of beauty, even prettier in person than he remembered. But something had changed. Clearly tanner from a summer of Florida sun, she was still waif-like, still fit in all the right places, but something about her was different. Better. Her face appeared more provocative than he had remembered, likely from heavier, more colorful makeup than he was used to. Hair still black as night, those temptress black bangs hung straight down to her eyes. Yes, there was no doubt she was perkier, cheerier, and...flirtier. Four men seemed to be paying the most attention. Three were middle-aged, the other one much larger and younger, maybe in his mid-twenties. Lauren was quite animated, punctuating her laughter with a touch of an arm here, a pat on the chest there. It seemed the men were very fond of her as well, never passing up an opportunity to put an arm around her waist, or the occasional "incidental" contact with her behind.

Corey took a sip of beer and stayed in the shadows. His wife seemed to be enjoying the attention. Who was he to deny that? He could not help but feel slightly aroused by the entire scene. At one point, Lauren shivered a bit in the cool breeze, motivating the younger of the three gentlemen to begin massaging her bare shoulders in an attempt to warm them. Appreciative of the gesture, she tilted her head back towards this kid and touched one of his hands, smiling. One of the older men raised his voice, asking mockingly if the masseuse was bothering her. This prompted her to reach out and slap him playfully on the chest, replying, "Going to rescue me again?"