Laurens Awakening Offering

Lauren sat at her computer, her mind spinning. After the weekend's encounter she was confused as to what she was getting into and whether she wanted it or not. Their first encounter felt so amazing, she felt in control, empowered, initiating things she would never have imagined. The second though, the sex was amazing but she couldn't help feeling a little used. The third really had her mind spinning, she loved it in the moment, but is that what she wanted? Was she a toy to be shared? No, she was worth more than that. This adventure had started with her taking control and she felt that going completely if she stayed on this path. The anonymity of it all was exciting, but was it a relationship? Did she want a relationship or was she happy with just sex? One thing was certain, she wasn't just going to drop everything for his next summons, whether he knew it or not, the ball was in her court. She had some thinking to do.

She was still mulling things over a couple of days later when another email from "Number 7" pinged into her inbox. Immediately, she felt her pulse quicken despite herself, her mind automatically recalling memories from their previous meetings. She felt her pussy tighten as she went to open the message.

"This is ridiculous," she thought to herself, "We've only met up a few times. I don't even know if I want to meet him again."

"22nd April - 8pm - Royal Hotel, Evesham." read the message.

"I don't think so," Lauren thought to herself and quickly typed her reply:

"No, my turn"

As she pressed send, she felt a lot better about the situation. She did want to see him again, but she now felt more in control even if she didn't know what she wanted to do with him. Her arousal hadn't gone though, if anything it had increased. Looking round to see who else was in the office, she slowly reached between her legs and pressed hard. She could feel how hot she was, even through her trousers. Rubbing slowly, it felt good but it wasn't enough. Not quite believing what she was doing, she carefully undid the button of her trousers and slid her hand inside.

With her eyes flicking around, keeping an eye on what everyone else was doing, her left hand tapping on the keyboard, pretending to work, she pushed her hand into her knickers. She held her breath as she found her clitoris, standing proud from her trimmed hair. She slowly rubbed the sensitive flesh, trying to concentrate on keeping her breathing steady as her pulse raced. The thought that someone could call her name or walk over at any moment was such a thrill, pushing her to increase her pace, trying to prevent any interruption. She'd never known a feeling like it whilst masturbating, it became harder and harder to control her breathing, she wanted to arch her back and cry out. Eyes still flicking around the office she kept her head still as she tensed her body, trying to prepare for the inevitable climax. She bit down on her lip as she rubbed herself to orgasm, holding her breath as she did all she could to control her body, managing to keep the external signs to small twitches of her hips.

Glancing around the office, she couldn't believe she had gotten away with it. Removing her hand from her knickers she lifted it to her mouth in a thoughtful way and sucked her juices off her finger. Her pulse slowed and her breathing calmed as her moment passed. What had gotten into her? A few months ago she wouldn't have dreamed of doing anything like that, it was exciting, but with a niggling worry in the back of her mind. The exercise had given her a bit of clarity though as an idea started to form as to what she wanted to do with her new lover. Another trip to Honey Rose was going to be called for at the weekend.

On the Saturday, Lauren booked her own hotel room for the next week and emailed "Number 7" his instructions and set off into town.

"Lauren," exclaimed Liam as she entered Honey Rose. He welcomed her like a long lost friend with a hug and kiss on the cheek. "So, how are things?"

"OK," she responded cautiously.

"Just OK?" Liam queried sounding shocked, "With what you went out of here last time, he should be worshipping at your feet and you should be on cloud nine!"

"Don't get me wrong," explained Lauren, "It was great." Liam raised his eyebrows as a sultry smile crossed her lips. "We just need to work on our communication."

"You like him then?" pushed Liam.

"I think so," replied Lauren, "I'm just not sure we're on the same page and want the same thing."

"Well I think he'd be crazy to let you go," reassured Liam, "But I'm not the one to come to for relationship advice. However, I am the one to come to to get you looking and feeling your best. What are you after this time?"

"Something slightly different," Lauren began, "What bras have you got that are front fastening?"

"Intriguing," said Liam, pursing his lips slightly, "We've got a few choices. Are we going more or less slutty this time?"

"Definitely classy and sexy," replied Lauren feeling more confident.

"Right, I think I've got just the thing," Liam responded, a curious look still on his face. "Go into the back room and pour yourself some bubbles and I'll be right through."

Lauren went through the curtain into the guest area and poured herself a glass of champagne. She stripped and paused for a moment before slipping on the robe to look at herself in the mirror. Her boyfriend leaving may have knocked her confidence, but she was still a catch, she shouldn't settle for anything she isn't happy with. Pushing her shoulders back and her breasts out she realised she felt a lot happier than she ever did with her ex.

"Almost enough to turn me straight, darling." Liam's voice made her jump and she instinctively tried to cover herself up.

"Don't you dare," the shopkeeper said sternly, "As I told you last time, you've got incredible curves, be proud of them."

Lauren thanked him and looked through what he had brought. As ever, he had excelled himself and if she had been a millionaire she would have taken the lot. She settled on a deep purple bra with an intricate lace cup flecked with gold. She selected some matching briefs that sat nicely on her hips before curving below her belly button. There was something else she needed, but she thought if she asked for it then the already intrigued Liam might just explode.

She managed to get her final item and, after treating herself to a coffee, Lauren headed home. She packed her purchases and a few necessities into an overnight bag and put it to one side, ready for next week.

The week really seemed to drag. By Wednesday she was convinced someone had changed all the clocks backwards. There had been no response from either of her emails, so she had resigned herself to the fact that it could all be over already. If it was and he couldn't take being turned down, then good riddance. Every time she walked past the overnight bag in her flat, Lauren felt a twinge of excitement and a tightening of anticipation in her vagina, she really hoped he did have more about him, she was looking forward to it too much.

Finally, Saturday came and she set off to the hotel in plenty of time. After checking in, she went straight to her room and started to prepare things. She set up an automated email to let him know the room number at the appropriate time, she also included a link to the YouTube video of Christina Aguilera's "Genie in a Bottle", hoping he got the hint. She ordered a bottle of red wine and a gin and tonic on room service and prepared herself mentally for what was to come. It could be over already, in which case she already had the confidence boost she needed, similarly if this could was the last time they met up or it could be the start of something real. Room service arrived and she sat watching a film sipping her G&T trying to keep herself calm for tonight.

Eventually the time came. With a flutter of excitement, Lauren double checked the room and got changed into her new lingerie. She admired herself in the mirror, her nipples already hard, pushing against the purple lace. She ran her hands over her breasts and hips, partly imagining her lover exploring her body and partly giving herself confidence and appreciating what she had.

With a determined breath, she set about the final part of her preparation. Leaving a couple of lamps on, she turned off the main lights and climbed onto the bed. She had tied a silk scarf to each corner of the headboard and left a loose loop on each. Slipping on an eye mask (Liam would have flipped if she had asked for one at Honey Rose), she lay on the bed and slipped her hands into the loops. She had practiced pulling the loops tighter with her fingers and did so. They weren't overly tight, she wanted to be able to release her hands easily if needed, but it gave the right look. She was nervous that she was giving the wrong impression, but she was confident of getting the element of control she wanted.

As she lay in her self-imposed darkness, Lauren couldn't help but wonder what things were going to be like if everything happened as she hoped. Her mind full of questions, they all fell away as she heard the door open. She heard someone walk in and stop as the door slammed behind them. There was no going back now.

The silence and stillness as the visitor seemed to take an age to decide on their first move was heavy yet exhilarating. Lauren could feel her breathing and pulse already quickening as she felt a hand trying to get under the elastic of her knickers. Here was the test of her plan, she rolled her hips away from the hand and pressed her thighs together, shaking her head. As much as she wanted him, she wanted more build up, more teasing. She felt him try to pull her knees apart, but she forced them together and shook her head again. Lauren could almost hear the confused expression on his face, he sense of control, even in this vulnerable position, turning her on. To try and help him, she whistled the last couple of lines of the chorus of the song she had sent him. She admitted to herself it wasn't the clearest clue, but she knew he had some imagination.

To her relief, she felt a light touch on her calf just above her ankle. She smiled and relaxed her legs, rolling her hips back against the bed as she felt a gentle, circular stroking heading to her knee. The soft touch and all the possibilities it represented thrilled Lauren to the core. His touch left goosebumps as it made its way slowly up her thigh. She knew that he must be able to feel the heat emanating from her arousal already, but as his hand approached the source of the warmth, she closed her legs again, forcing his hand onto her hips. Lauren could almost hear his frustration, if she was honest with herself she wouldn't be unhappy ripped her knickers off there and then. The thought did turn her on, but she was determined to make him wait, even if that meant denying herself.

His touch changed from his fingers to the flat of his hand as he explored every inch of her stomach and waist. He seemed to have understood the assignment has teasingly avoided her breasts, his hands gliding underneath them before moving upwards to her shoulders. Lauren sighed as his strong hands caressed her arms up to their constraints before his fingers traced their way back down to her shoulders. She smiled as his fingers gently continued over the curves of her breasts, transitioning from her bare skin to the lace of her underwear. A shiver ran through her body as his touch brushed her rapidly hardening nipples before abandoning her breasts.

Lauren waited to see where his inquisitive fingers would next appear. As the seconds dragged on with no resumption, Lauren started to worry about what was happening until she realised she could hear the faint sounds of someone undressing. Smiling to herself, Lauren wondered how far he was going. In her mind she could picture him removing his clothes while looking at her, tied to the bed, waiting for him. The thought of him thinking of what he wanted to do to her, maybe even stroking his erect cock, thrilled her to the very core. She almost wasn't in control of her body as it writhed and twisted with the tension, enticing him nearer.

Finally, she felt a pressure on the bed next to her. His head fell on her shoulder as she felt him lie next to her on his side, his hardness, apparently still trapped within his underwear, pressing into her thigh, promising so much for the near future. Lauren wasn't sure if she was disappointed or not that he wasn't fully naked, after all, she wasn't, yet, but the heat emanating from his stiff penis and the pressure of its rock like hardness made her pussy clench in readiness.

Seemingly not in a hurry, her lover continued his slow gentle exploration of her body with his fingertips. Starting with the bare flesh of her stomach, he was a little more forward this time, his hands skating over the full curves of her breasts making them heave as her breast quickened. This was what she wanted, not just a good fucking (she hoped that was yet to come), but to be the centre of attention. To be explored and teased, tantalised and experienced. She held her breath in anticipation as his hand passed over her belly button. With the lightest of touches, he drew his hand slowly over her knickers, drawing a heartfelt sigh, before continuing down her inner thigh and back up the front.

Lauren felt his weight shift on the bed before his lips pressed to hers. As she responded, parting her lips to taste him, his hand returned to between her legs. With more pressure this time, he pushed the damp material of her knickers against her labia, slowly dragging his fingers up until they brushed past her clitoris. Even through the material, the effect of his touch on the sensitive organ was like electric as she moaned softly into his mouth, her hips jerking momentarily. She whimpered softly in disappointment as his hand left her crotch and slowly continued upwards.

Her disappointment was short lived as his hand took possession of her breast, wrapping his fingers firmly around the smooth flesh. Their kiss deepened as his palm pressed against her stiff nipple, his fingers firmly massaging her sensitive breast. Their tongues darted in and out of each other's mouths, occasionally wrapping around each other as they enjoyed this simple sensuality, letting everything build of its own accord.

Lauren smiled at his confusion as he ran his fingers around her back, but was unable to find the clasp of her bra. With a small cough to get his attention, she motioned between her breasts with her chin. He seemed to get the message as he brought his hand back round to the front and sat up. While this did move his cock away from its position against her hip, it did free up his other hand. She purred in encouragement as his two hands converged at her cleavage rubbing against her nipples, pushing hard against the lace of her bra as they went.

Lauren sighed in relief as he expertly unclipped her bra and moaned in ecstasy as his strong hands pushed the material out of their way, his fingers rubbing against her sensitive nibs directly for the first time. Pleasure shot through her body from her chest directly to between her legs, she was stunned at how on edge her body was and how close the slow build had gotten her. She continued to moan gently has his fingers danced over the smooth curves of her breasts, gently pinching her nipples as they passed them. As his lips softly latched onto one nipple, his fingers gently twisted the other and Lauren felt a wave of pleasure pass through her body, not a massive orgasm but enough to leave her breathless.

As she recovered from the surprise climax, she had never experienced an orgasm, no matter how small, without having her pussy or clitoris being involved, she felt his hand travel gently over her stomach. She tensed slightly as it reached the waistband of her panties and let out a sigh as it continued over the damp material, his fingers dancing across her labia sending delightful tingling sensations through her genitals. He pushed the material into her slit, the slight roughness making her moan and squirm as it brushed her the entrance of her channel.

His lips on her nipple and his hand on her pussy, his sole goal being her pleasure was exactly what she wanted. As her lover continued to stimulate her, Lauren allowed herself to drift away on the pleasure, abandoning herself to his touch.

Lauren felt his lips leave her breast as his other hand stroked down her side towards her hip. He hooked his hands in the top of her knickers and slowly started pulling them downwards. She lifted her hips to help him in his task of removing her final item of clothing. Once they passed her ankles and he presumably cast them aside, she spread her thighs for him. She could imagine the scene before him, her bra, open and ineffective, exposing her breasts, her legs open, showing her aroused lips, glistening and waiting for him. She was intrigued as to what his next step would be. In her current state, anything bar leaving the room would be acceptable.

She didn't have long to wait as she felt a weight on the bed between her legs. A pair of lips gently kissed the inside of her knee and up her thigh as a hand made the same journey on the other leg. She held her breath as they approached the apex of her legs before releasing it with a moan as the hand spread her labia for the lips to kiss her sex before his tongue ran the full length of her slit.

Her ecstatic groans turned up a notch as his lips latched onto her clitoris, sucking on the sensitive organ as a finger slid into her aching pussy. When it started a beckoning motion finding her g-spot, Lauren felt her orgasm building. She was writhing against the bed waiting for the release when he stopped, leaving her tantalisingly close. Removing his finger, he spread her labia again, running his tongue slowly against the entrance to her honey pot, each touch drawing a deep, frustrated moan from Lauren.

Just as she thought she couldn't take any more, being so close to a climax was almost painful, his tongue moved to her clitoris and two fingers invaded her pussy. With his tongue pressing against her clit, manipulating it with constant pressure and his fingers pistoning in and out of her, Lauren was soon moaning and thrashing uncontrollably as her orgasm hit in a massive way. Her pussy pulsated against his fingers as he let her come down off her high.

He removed his fingers and in her post orgasmic state Lauren thought she felt him get off the bed. As satisfying as that orgasm was, she would be disappointed if she wasn't fucked as well. She neededn't have worried, he apparently had just needed to remove his underwear as a moment later the pressure was back between her legs and she felt the familiar sensation of the tip of his cock pressing against her tight entrance.

Lauren felt the now familiar but still satisfying stretching of her vagina as her lover pushed his hard cock into her, not stopping until he was buried up to the root. She knew she would never tire of the sensation of being this full, waiting for the moment he would start thrusting in and out of her. As he started to move, she was amazed at the control he had. The slow build up, paying her all the attention must have built up a need inside him, but he was managing a delicious slow pace that triggered every nerve ending in her pussy.

Lauren lifted her hips to meet him as he filled her once more wrapping her legs around him. Pulling him into her, she used her body to encourage him to go faster, go harder. As he responded, Lauren's moans intensified with the rougher treatment her pussy was receiving, with no time to recover between thrusts, her nerves were firing constantly, thrilling her to her core.

They were both on the edge of losing control, their bodies crashing together. Lauren had had enough of being blindfolded, she needed to look into those eyes again to see if the connection she felt was there. Slipping her hands out of their bindings, she pulled off her blindfold and put her hands on his shoulders. Looking into those gorgeous brown eyes once more, she wasn't disappointed. The look of lust and desire she found turned her on almost as much as the thick cock pounding her pussy.