almost unbearable. I bit my lip slightly to avoid moaning out. Soon my movements had become more vigorous and I felt an orgasm build. My legs began to shake slightly as I felt my stomach tighten.
I slipped two fingers inside my sodden pussy and squeezed my thighs tightly together. My eyes were screwed shut and I clenched my teeth, doing everything I could to muffle my pleasure. A tiny noise escaped, but not enough to alert anyone. My breathing became heavy and laboured as my insides tightened around my fingers, warm juices flowing over them. I felt my back begin to slide down the wall behind me and I grabbed on to a hook above, used for hanging clothes, to maintain my balance. I looked into the mirror opposite to examine the exquisite agony etched on my face, my uncontrollable arousal sweeping over my features and turning me on even more. As my orgasm subsided, I pulled myself back up and brought my fingertips to my mouth, tasting my sweet juices.
They tasted delicious, a reminder of the desire I had for the man I loved.
I slipped off the underwear and put them in my bag, thankful I had already paid for them earlier . Screw the gift wrap. The thought of hand ing over the saturated panties horrified me yet a wry smile formed across my face as I thought about what I had just done. Since meeting Jason, everything had changed. I was so much more confident, so much more daring.
I was sexier. Naughtier .
As Amanda and I left the shop, she suggested we get a coffee. "How are things going with selling Jason's stake in his companies? There must be tons to get through."
"It could be smoother," I replied with a sigh. "We're getting there. I keep telling him he doesn't have to do this. He doesn't have to give this all up, but he ' s adamant. He wants nothing more to do with the business – he just wants to leave it all behind and start living, as he says."
"He's giving it all up for love," Amanda smiled. "He's giving it all up for you. You lucky, lucky thing."
"Don't I know it."
As we were about to head into the coffee shop, Amanda grabbed my wrist. "How was it in the changing room? Was the orgasm good?"
My jaw dropped. "Amanda! What the…"
"Oh, don't worry about it. I would've done the same if I was in that lingerie as well. Who could blame you?"
We headed giggling into the coffee shop. It was a brief respite from the stresses I would face over the coming weeks as Jason and I attempted to start a new life together.
Dark forces were at work. Jason may have wanted to say goodbye to his companies for love, but some people weren't going to allow him to walk away that easily.
TWO
"I never pictured you as a pig farmer."
I looked up at Jason, raising an eyebrow before breaking into a giggle.
"I told you, Lauren, not all of my investments were successful. In fact, some of them were a disaster."
We were looking through the last of Jason's companies to sell off, the small investments and businesses that he still had stakes in. Many of them could simply be dissolved, others needed to be transferred to new owners. The majority of them had been accounted for and it was only his larger investments that remained – but there were still a few stragglers, bizarre companies that he had somehow managed to get his name attached to.
"Oh, I can see why you'd invest in a pig farm, Jason. Given your love for bacon and all that. But the celebrity sperm bank? That one has to be an all-time low."
Jason leaned back in his seat and started laughing out loud. His happiness was infectious and I felt the broadest smile form across my face. He looked typically gorgeous, a man at ease with himself and his life at long last. He was still the Jason that everyone expected him to be – tough, uncompromising, a winner. But it was moments like this, laughing about pig farms and sperm banks, that he became somebody else entirely. The man I loved. My Jason.
"It seemed like a good idea at the time. Who wouldn't want a baby fathered by a
I slipped two fingers inside my sodden pussy and squeezed my thighs tightly together. My eyes were screwed shut and I clenched my teeth, doing everything I could to muffle my pleasure. A tiny noise escaped, but not enough to alert anyone. My breathing became heavy and laboured as my insides tightened around my fingers, warm juices flowing over them. I felt my back begin to slide down the wall behind me and I grabbed on to a hook above, used for hanging clothes, to maintain my balance. I looked into the mirror opposite to examine the exquisite agony etched on my face, my uncontrollable arousal sweeping over my features and turning me on even more. As my orgasm subsided, I pulled myself back up and brought my fingertips to my mouth, tasting my sweet juices.
They tasted delicious, a reminder of the desire I had for the man I loved.
I slipped off the underwear and put them in my bag, thankful I had already paid for them earlier . Screw the gift wrap. The thought of hand ing over the saturated panties horrified me yet a wry smile formed across my face as I thought about what I had just done. Since meeting Jason, everything had changed. I was so much more confident, so much more daring.
I was sexier. Naughtier .
As Amanda and I left the shop, she suggested we get a coffee. "How are things going with selling Jason's stake in his companies? There must be tons to get through."
"It could be smoother," I replied with a sigh. "We're getting there. I keep telling him he doesn't have to do this. He doesn't have to give this all up, but he ' s adamant. He wants nothing more to do with the business – he just wants to leave it all behind and start living, as he says."
"He's giving it all up for love," Amanda smiled. "He's giving it all up for you. You lucky, lucky thing."
"Don't I know it."
As we were about to head into the coffee shop, Amanda grabbed my wrist. "How was it in the changing room? Was the orgasm good?"
My jaw dropped. "Amanda! What the…"
"Oh, don't worry about it. I would've done the same if I was in that lingerie as well. Who could blame you?"
We headed giggling into the coffee shop. It was a brief respite from the stresses I would face over the coming weeks as Jason and I attempted to start a new life together.
Dark forces were at work. Jason may have wanted to say goodbye to his companies for love, but some people weren't going to allow him to walk away that easily.
TWO
"I never pictured you as a pig farmer."
I looked up at Jason, raising an eyebrow before breaking into a giggle.
"I told you, Lauren, not all of my investments were successful. In fact, some of them were a disaster."
We were looking through the last of Jason's companies to sell off, the small investments and businesses that he still had stakes in. Many of them could simply be dissolved, others needed to be transferred to new owners. The majority of them had been accounted for and it was only his larger investments that remained – but there were still a few stragglers, bizarre companies that he had somehow managed to get his name attached to.
"Oh, I can see why you'd invest in a pig farm, Jason. Given your love for bacon and all that. But the celebrity sperm bank? That one has to be an all-time low."
Jason leaned back in his seat and started laughing out loud. His happiness was infectious and I felt the broadest smile form across my face. He looked typically gorgeous, a man at ease with himself and his life at long last. He was still the Jason that everyone expected him to be – tough, uncompromising, a winner. But it was moments like this, laughing about pig farms and sperm banks, that he became somebody else entirely. The man I loved. My Jason.
"It seemed like a good idea at the time. Who wouldn't want a baby fathered by a
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