The VIP Room(94)

She absently smoothed the skin taught, pushing her hands out over her full hips. She turned to view her rear. She squeezed her buttocks with a sigh.

Eligible bachelors, wealthy or not, surely only ask her out for her money. No one would date a plump, plain jane like herself if it weren't for the dollar signs associated with her name. But she was done with the humiliation of that scene. She had told her mother not to arrange any more blind dates or fix ups, so now her mother was hoping against hope that someone at her office would miraculously be attracted to her.

"Well, Mother," Lauren muttered, "don't hold your breath. I'm at work to advance my career, not find a husband, and my co-workers seem quite happy with that. Believe me, no one there has looked at me twice unless they needed something from me."

The room was filling with steam and Lauren stepped into the stall to let the pulsating jets relax the tension from the unpleasant thoughts her mother brought out. At work, Lauren was confident of her talents and abilities. Her lack of social life wasn't an issue. When alone, Lauren could divert herself with activities, but spending five minutes with her mother turned her back into the tense, chubby girl who couldn't do anything right except get good grades at school.

The heat of the hot water pummeling her skin felt good. Lauren leaned her head back and let the water massage her scalp before applying a generous spurt of shampoo and working her long hair into a mass of suds.

She closed her eyes and began thinking about Derek. She remembered his muscular build and the way he looked in the brief glimpse she got of his muscles and tight abs when he changed his shirt outside his truck. Truth was, she much preferred the manliness of his worker's body to the pale, thin MBA wimps she worked with. They were so boring. She guessed that they relied on their Ivy League degrees and investment banker incomes to get women. They probably all had small penises and ejaculated early without satisfying their partners.

She had noticed Derek's large hands when he used them to gesture around the yard while he was talking to her. They were clearly the hands of a man who performed physical labor, but they were clean and strong. She imagined him squeezing her breasts. His hands were probably large enough to encircle even her D-cup girth easily.

She ran the loofah over her breasts and thought about how his roughened fingertips might feel on her nipples, scratchy and tough against the smoothness of her skin. She felt her breasts swell and her breathing become labored as an intense need started to burn between her legs.

She lathered her hands and reached down to wash her delicate area. A wave of tension shot through her belly as her hand passed over the sensitive spot under the small tuft of curly hair that covered the top of her femininity. She slid two fingers inside herself and stroked the pleasure point with which she had become so intimately acquainted. Lauren leaned against the cool tiles and spread her legs as she pumped away. Normally she brought herself to orgasm in a matter of moments, but today not even three fingers were doing the job. She grabbed the handle of the removable shower head and pointed the pounding jets directly at her clitoris. She was close, but not there yet.

Lauren imagined Derek's thick cock. It had to be huge if the old wives' saying was true. His hands were massive, so he had to be well endowed. If he were in the shower with her--and there was plenty of room for two large people--he could ram that big boy into her again and again until she screamed. She longed to have him bang her hard and fill her with his creamy cum.

She was brought back to reality when she realized she was screaming with her release. She dropped the handheld device and sank to the floor, hands still inside herself. It took several moments for her to breathe normally again. She stood up and rinsed her hair in a daze.

What was that about? She never had a fantasy like that before. She wasn't given to daydreaming. Yet that was the most explosive orgasm of her life, and it was brought on by envisioning sex with a man who was practically a stranger.





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At the end of the workday, Derek returned to the trailer he used for his office. It suited his needs perfectly. It was mobile, so he could move it and operate from any job site, and it was not glamorous at all, so no one knew how well he was doing. He was just another lawn guy trying to make a living.

Derek scooped up the mail from the floor where it had fallen after being shoved through the mail slot he crafted in the door. He turned on the wall air conditioning unit, pulled a beer from the small refrigerator, and sat at the beat-up desk he had squeezed in when he bought the old Airstream from its previous owner. One day he was going to fix this baby up, but for now the "seen better days" appearance was exactly what he wanted.

Derek slit open all the envelopes and sorted his mail quickly. He flipped on the computer monitor and scanned emails. Nothing interesting. He took a long slug of beer and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he leaned back in the creaky padded desk chair. He put his feet up on the desk and closed his eyes. It was no use trying to divert his attention with business. He'd had only one thing on his mind since that lunchtime appointment with Lauren Daniels. Two things, he corrected himself. Those big baby blue eyes and the vision of her from behind as she bent over the patio tiles.

Little head came to attention as he took another sip of beer. This time he relished the taste in his mouth as he relived the vision of her protruding round buttocks and wide, fleshy hips. In his mind's eye he moved closer, pulled down her bathing suit bottom around her knees, grabbed hold of those love handles, and pushed his primed cock into her hot little hole. He'd have that suit top untied in a flash and massage those lovely melons from the pinky tips to the wide base while he f*cked her silly.