Ascending Lauren Ch. 23

"Please also know there are assorted sundries available for those that want them, just ask an attendant. Dinner is at seven in the dining hall, followed by a DJ spin in the party room. Before you ask, there is no real dress code because, well, I'm sure at some time during the evening that will become a moot point."

Gentle laughter rippled through the crowd.

"Anyway, thanks for coming, and this is the last speech of the day."

A smatter of clapping followed as Myles once again disappeared. 

Hot now, Lauren made her way to the edge of the pool, allowing her hips to sway as she went. Although she didn't know what the evening would bring, it was always good to leave a lasting impression. Sitting on the fiberglass skirting, she let her legs dangle in the cool water while splashing it over her arms and shoulders. With the dark oversized sunglasses, she exuded an air of elegance and sophistication, almost like a movie star relaxing in a glamorous setting. And it was very glamorous.

"Hi there," a man's voice startled her out of a daydream. It was the same one she had noticed before. He was shuffling through about four feet of water accompanied by his companion. They both had friendly smiles on their faces. "Mind if we join you?" he asked warmly.

"The weather today is amazing, isn't it?" the woman added cheerfully. "It feels like an oasis."

Lauren nodded in agreement. "And this ship is something else."

"Your first time?"

"With Myles? No, my husband and I were lucky enough to have spent the night some time back."

The couple stole another glance at each other.

"So, you've known our host awhile?"

"Not really."

A lull in the conversation prompted the man to grab three plastic flutes of champagne from a raft that was floating by.

"Cheers!"

All three raised the bubbly.

"He's a great guy," the man remarked.

"Yes, and he throws great parties," Lauren giggled.

More sideways looks.

"Do you come to many of his parties?"

"Oh no, just that one. This is my second. Different people too."

"Well," the lady smiled sweetly, placing a hand on one of Lauren's wet knees. "I hope this one lives up to your expectations."

The Rekrap executive returned the smile. "It's off to a good start."

"I'm Lucy, this here is my husband, Ricky."

Lauren had been taking a sip of champagne and nearly spit it out, laughing. "I am so sorry, I wasn't prepared for that. I thought we weren't supposed to give names."

"Do you really think our names are Ricky and Lucy? I mean we have to call ourselves something, don't we?"

A moment of 'duh' swept over the younger woman. "Of course. I'm...um...Meadow."

Ricky held his hand out. "Well, pleased to meet you, Meadow."

Lucy continued to rub a thumb on Lauren's calf. "That's a very pretty name, isn't it Rick?"

"Very special, yes."

The three continued to engage in light conversation, getting to know each other without giving away too much of their personal life. Lucy and Ricky shared stories of their travels and adventures, while Lauren explained in great generalities how she came to live in Miami. The more they talked, the more they drank, and eventually things took on a flirtatious tone. Up close, Lucy and Ricky couldn't help but admire their new friend's body, what with her firm abs and surprisingly pert breasts mere feet in front of them. The alcohol began to relax Lauren a bit and she too noticed how attractive Ricky really was. With sandy hair and deep, alluring eyes, his intentionally tousled hair gave him a middle-aged surfer look, and one could imagine him sipping vodka martinis while donning colorful Hawaiian shirts. His teeth sparkled with a hint of vanity, a testament to his affluence, while his native Florida tan added to a well-groomed appearance.

Certainly, a great catch for Lucy who, let's face it, wasn't exactly a showgirl. Wearing a blue one-piece swimsuit, it was evident it was holding back an apron belly, and there were a few rolls of skin under her arms that belied her plumpness. Still, there was a sexiness about her that came out in every smile and through her twinkling eyes. Large and meaty breasts, barely constrained by the swimsuit, hinted at sizable areolae which were becoming visible through the wet fabric. Despite her fullness, Lucy had enough curves to catch the eye of many men. And what truly demanded attention was her face. It had a gentle charm, framed by that shoulder-length hair that cast a slightly reddish hue in the sunlight. A porn star's face, honestly, accentuated by full and very kissable lips. On the inside of her right wrist was even a small, vibrant tattoo of a majestic eagle, wings spread wide in flight, clutching an olive branch delicately in its beak. This as if to convey "not your average housewife".

Eventually, the champagne demanded a bathroom break, so Lauren excused herself and made her way to the most ornate bathroom on a boat she'd ever seen. After peeing and adjusting her suit, she walked back into the sunlight intending to go back to the pool. She never made it.

"Hey, Lauren! How about a game of corn hole?" Ricky asked, motioning to several rows of boards set up next to the hot tub. He looked on expectantly while standing near Lucy and another man. 

"Oh, I, uh...I'm not very good at that."

Ricky shrugged. "So what? It's all about having fun, right? Ken will help you out, won't you Ken?"

'Ken', likely not his real name, was standing next to Ricky's wife with a big smile, tossing a bag between his hands. Although his wife was nearby in a chair talking with another couple, he didn't hide obvious leering at the newcomer's golden bikini. "Of course. And no worries, you'll be great."

Like Ken, Ricky couldn't resist checking out Lauren's smoking hot body as she bent over to pick up a set of bags. The thin straps of her top hardly covered her tits, what there was of them, and the skimpy bottoms showed off her tight ass and barely concealed what they guessed had to be a closely shaved snatch.

"Okay, why not?" Lauren smiled unsurely, feeling the weight of the bags. She'd never been very athletic and didn't want to embarrass herself or disappoint her teammate. 

As the game kicked off, a good-natured competition between the teams was evident. Encouraging each other with every throw and suggesting strategy, the foursome continued to drink and have a good time. Ricky's eyes kept wandering, stealing lustful glimpses of Lauren's revealing bikini. 

Lucy was a little distracted but tried to focus on the game. She knew she wasn't in the same league as those trophy wives on the cruise -- and certainly not the goddess playing corn hole with them -- but despite this, she was anything but insecure. Between each toss, the plump wife fought a growing arousal; dark thoughts wondering what it would be like to taste the sweetness between the brunette's thighs, tongue flicking against her clit, and making her moan. 

As the match heated up under the scorching sun, Lauren found herself sweaty, drunk, and very horny. Nearby, other female guests were losing their tops and enjoying the feeling of the sea breeze on bare skin. Unable to resist commenting, Ricky smiled and suggested she too cool off. 

Blushing, Lauren returned the grin. "You'd be disappointed."

"I doubt that," Lucy piped up. "Go ahead, sweetie, show 'em what you got."

After a brief hesitation, Lauren relinquished. After all, she'd gone topless on the first cruise and at Haulover too. Then there was that crowd of rowdies at Dank's. Reaching behind her, she slowly untied the strings of her top. With a teasing smile, she let it fall away, her itty-bitty-titties now unencumbered. Nipples, already aroused, stiffened quickly as the sea breeze hit them. Looking around, Lauren was relieved when no one around them blinked an eye. That is, except for her companions.

"Nice set," Lucy commented playfully. "Wish mine were displayable."

"Nothing's stopping you, honey," Ricky told her.

"Yeah, nothing 'cept gravity," his wife quipped.

And then suddenly, just like that, the match was over, with Lucy and Ricky the winners. Handing the bags back to Ken, Lauren grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, I suck so badly." 

"I don't believe that for a minute." 

The innuendo reddened Lauren's cheeks. 

"Sorry. Anyway," he continued, "my wife..."

"Let me guess. Barbie." 

The man laughed. "Good guess, but no. Her cruise name is Sally. Anyway, thanks for being my partner and we hope to see you again at dinner."

"I'll be there."

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After another dip in the pool, a topless Lauren and very enthused Lucy and Ricky gathered their belongings from the pool and made their way to the inviting bar area, seeking respite from the sun. Armed with a few seltzers, the trio settled in for a leisurely game of darts, which the office manager was equally terrible at. And yet, the couple didn't seem to mind, their gazes landing on Lauren's nipples whenever she threw. There was something about the girl that sent pangs of desire through their veins. Her bubbly personality, her boldness, and her incredible body simply captivated them.

After a few rounds, Lauren paused and slipped back into her bikini top, much to the disappointment of her companions. As she did, her nipples pressed against the fabric, causing a jag of electricity to jet to her pussy. All of this was so exciting!

Ultimately, the clock above the bar drove them to drain their drinks and retreat to their cabins to freshen up for dinner. Several heartfelt hugs later, they waved goodbye, promising to seek each other out later that night. Navigating the passageways to their respective rooms, each held a slight smile as they reflected on the new friendships that had just been formed.

And for what might lay ahead as they charted the open waters. 

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Lauren stood under the warm, cascading water, her long black hair clinging to parched wet skin. The steam enveloped the bathroom, causing droplets to form and roll off her small breasts. As she reached for the provided body gel, her mind replayed the past few hours. Despite the hot shower, the petite brunette shivered at the thought of being half-naked in front of the strangers she'd just met. Hand moving lower, tracing the contours of her belly, a soft moan escaped her lips.

Ricky's hands, were so strong and sure, like the construction workers Corey worked with. 

Lucy, plump, but so sexy, with kissable lips and radiant face. 

With water continuing to pour over her, Lauren's fingers dipped lower between her thighs. She imagined Lucy's lips against her own, their tongues entwined in a passionate dance. Leaning against the fiberglass wall, her breaths became ragged; touching, teasing her pussy with gentle strokes. Spreading the now slippery lips, the wetness coating her inner walls was not from the shower. Slowly, she inserted two fingers, enjoying the tightness and warmth that surrounded them.

"Ohhh."

There was Ricky, his hard cock filling her up.

Fingers move faster.

Deeper.

Her pleasure grew with every thrust of her hand. A moan escaped her lips as fingers danced across her sensitive clit.

"Mmm."

Soon, the other hand naturally found its way to her chest, massaging those tiny aching tits, pinching and pulling at her erect nipples. Electric pulses surged as images of what she imagined Lucy's fat pussy and Ricky's throbbing member looked like. Fingers plunged in and out of Lauren's wet cunt, shaking her to the core, her body rocking back and forth in the shower as her mouth opened to a perfect O.

 Back arched.

Muscles tightened.

Sparks.

Spasms.

"OH, GOD!"

Legs trembled, barely able to support her. Lauren crashed against one side of the stall, tremors traveling from quivering thighs to quaking calves.

"OH FUCK!"

And then silence, except for the running water. After a long minute, she let out a soft giggle, embarrassed at masturbating in someone else's shower, but feeling alive.

Using the glass door as support, she reached for a towel and consciously calmed her breathing.

Easy, Lauren. It's going to be a long night.

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Corey was sitting in the back of Clancy's sipping on a glass of whiskey when the call came in.

"Hello?"

"Corey! It's Finn," the enthusiastic real estate agent boomed through the small speaker. "How's it going?"

A surge of relief washed over the eager home seller. "Oh, hey, I've been waiting to hear from you. How did the open house go?"

"I've got some incredible news for you, my friend! It was a massive success. We received no less than six offers on your house, and guess what? All of them were over the asking price!"

Corey's eyes widened in disbelief, and a grin spread across his face. "Wow! Really? That's amazing, I can't believe it!"

Finn chuckled warmly. "Believe it! Your house is in high demand. People loved what they saw. You better plan on clearing out soon."

Corey couldn't contain his gratitude. "Thank you so much. I really mean that."

"You're welcome, but it is my job, after all. When can you and Lauren meet to discuss the offers? We've got some impressive bids here."

Corey's face fell a bit, remembering that his wife was likely unavailable until the next day. "Can we do it tomorrow? Laur's kind of out-of-pocket right now."

"Sure, sure. But we need to respond no later than tomorrow night, okay?"

Understanding the importance of deciding quickly, the soon-to-be ex-Iowan agreed. "Yep, will do."

Hanging up, Corey closed his eyes. The noise from the bar seemed to fade into the background.

Finally. Thank you, Jesus. It was finally happening!

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Wrapping her hair in a soft towel, Lauren stepped out of the shower and went to her overnight bag. Fishing out a sharp safety razor, she filled a Dixie cup with hot water, then situated herself on the edge of the toilet. With the remnants of trickling juices still lingering in her folds, she parted her legs and peered down at the moist slit. Having not shaved for a couple of days, a bit of stubble formed a prickly surface. Applying some travel shaving cream she found in the cabinet beneath the sink, she wet the tool in the cup and used deliberate, careful strokes to whisk away any fuzz, leaving a smooth canvas of silky skin.

Energized, Lauren picked up the sexy black bodysuit and strapless bralette purchased the previous day. The see-through fabric with embroidered white dots was perfect for an evening of frivolities. Lifting her arms, she pulled on the bralette - nothing more than a tube top, really -over her breasts and adjusted it, shuddering as her still-hard nipples pushed against the ribbed material. Next, she did the same with the onesie and let it settle around her upper torso and shoulder. Reaching between her legs, she grabbed the ends and fastened them. They melded together with a satisfying click. Nice, Lauren swiveled, hands on hips, looking at her reflection in the full-length mirror. One shoulder exposed, the other not, the sheerness of the one-piece left nothing to the imagination. It clung to every minute curve (and imperfection). Indeed, her recently groomed pussy lips were clearly visible behind the not-so-dark veil, and so would her tits had it not been for the thin bralette.

Sitting at a small table tucked away in a corner of the small cabin, Lauren began applying her makeup. First, a favorite dark purple eyeshadow that matched her top, then black eyeliner, followed by a thick coating of crimson lipstick spread across pouty lips. Finally, she dusted on a rosy hue to the apple of her cheeks. Turning her head from side to side, she considered her work. Slutty, but elegant.

Perfect.

Next came the tight black vinyl mini skirt that purposely left little to the imagination. With it glimmering beneath the room's recessed lighting, Lauren stepped in, feeling the cool smoothness against her skin. The tight fabric hugged her curves as she shimmied it up and over her thighs until clearing her round little ass, which it barely covered. The skirt's highly polished silver zipper was in the front, in an unusual diagonal pattern, and its metallic teeth shone brightly as she tugged on the pull to tighten it around her thin waist. Last to go on were the thigh-high self-supporting fishnet stockings, black of course, and three-inch stiletto platform heels.

Stepping back, she smoothed out the clothing and twisted this way and that, pleased that everything hugged her like a second skin.

With a heavy exhale, the dark-haired beauty decided she was ready for the evening.

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"You've reached Lauren, you know what to do."

Corey let out a deep sigh, his excitement deflating like a balloon losing air. He stared at the ground, head hung low, and absentmindedly shoved his phone back into a pocket.

It was only six-thirty - seven-thirty her time - and he knew it was unlikely she'd be back from the cruise already. Yet, with a heart bursting with excitement about the house offers, he had to at least try.

The cruise. 

Another sigh. To say he was not envious of her going out on a hundred-million-dollar yacht to party would be an understatement. But darker yet, he knew what Myles' excursions in international waters meant. It was very likely his wife was going to be fucked by someone that night. Possibly Max the bar owner, or a stranger, or even Myles himself.

And it made Corey hard. Real hard.

Pulling the shades in his study, the conflicted husband sat at the desk and pulled up the video he'd secretly saved of Lauren in bed with the two fraternity brothers and Amy.

'Do me, Tony! Fuck me pleeeeaasssseeee!' 

'FUCKIN' WHORE!! Gonna cum! Here it comes!' 

With the grace of someone who'd done it way too many times before, Corey lifted his ass off the leather chair and pulled his sweatpants to his ankles.

'GOD YESSSSS, I want to feel your hot love on my face!'

Fap, fap, fap.

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As she walked into the dining hall, Lauren couldn't help but notice the grandeur of the room. The tableware was all black and white with some shiny gold accents. The plates had lots of patterns, almost as if they were a work of art, all dramatic and sophisticated. Even the crystal stemware and centerpieces made a statement. Of course, no name placards were on any of the tables, so she was unsure as to where to sit. Luckily, none other than Ricky and Lucy noticed and gave her a friendly wave.

With a relieved smile, Lauren gracefully approached the table, feeling grateful for their gesture. Ricky pulled out a chair as Lucy's grin lit up the room. He was dressed in well-fitting khaki chinos, a light blue button-down shirt under a navy blazer, and comfortable leather boat shoes. Lucy was looking equally as chic, wearing a lightweight floral sundress paired with comfortable flat sandals that allowed her feet to breathe. There was an awkward silence as both stared at their fellow dinner guest, eyes roving over the sheer bodysuit.

"What?" Lauren asked meekly as the waiter filled her water glass.

"You...you look stunning," Lucy replied softly, "and your makeup. Wherever did you learn to do that so expertly?"

Lauren thought of Amy. "A friend."

"Well, it looks professional, like in the movies."

Yeah, a professional slut.

It didn't take long for the trio to pick up where they'd left off earlier. Comfortable conversation flowed easily. With Myles's warning to stay away from anything too personal, like line of work or where people lived, they pretty much stuck with favorite foods, music, art, and movies.

"What is your favorite movie?" Lauren wanted to know.

"Wild Things," Ricky professed a bit too quickly, his dark eyes locked onto hers while taking a drink of wine. "Hands down."