Page 34 of The Facilitator: Part 3
“Okay, email those over to me.”
We walked around, out to the terrace and then back in. On the top floor, the one above, it was all master bedroom, dressing room, en suite, and a small sitting room. I smiled as Lauren raised her eyebrows at me in that room. A sitting room would be a waste, a playroom more fitting.
Under the main living space were three further bedrooms, all en suite and the basement housed a gym and pool. There was a garage for six cars, although I suspected that was meant to be shared.
We took a walk to the second house. Although smaller it was laid out the same. Instead of four bedrooms, it was three but all were a great size.
My only problem with the whole development was that it wasn’t family friendly if you had young kids. There was a whole floor that would divide parents from their children. I brought that up as another reason they might not have sold. The agent nodded, confirmed that had been mentioned before. What the properties did, however, was confirm we wanted to move.
“As much as I love it, I’m not sure,” Lauren said when we stepped outside. We stood and looked up at the building.
“I think it can be altered. There’s no need for such a large terrace off that master bedroom. Some of that space could be an additional two bedrooms. Or, the master moves downstairs. It has possibilities,” I said, the agent, realizing the excitement was waning a little, nodded enthusiastically. “Or we could knock them down and rebuild,” I added. He looked aghast.
Land was not only at a premium in that area, but rarely came up for sale. I had no doubts the plot would have held two to four properties prior.
“I do love the location,” Lauren said, sighing.
“Okay, Jim, give us some time to wander around alone,” I said and he nodded. He sat in his car, and we toured again.
“I think you’re right, there are possibilities,” Lauren said, as we looked at the bedroom issue. “And if we had teens, this would be ideal, a whole floor to shield us from them,” she added, laughing.
When Lauren spoke about children, my stomach flipped.
We left with promises to call the following day. We took a slow drive back.
Lauren stood naked in our bedroom. She’d showered and had a towel around her head. I walked in and pulled the towel off. I ran my hands through her hair, shaking it loose. I picked up the remote and switched on the cameras, I turned Lauren so she could see herself in the television.
“Oh,” she said, before I covered her lips with my fingers. I walked her to the ottoman at the end of the bed and she sat. She parted her legs and smirked. I pulled off my T-shirt and slipped out of my jeans. I lay on the bed. We could see ourselves in the television screen.
I wrapped my hand around my cock and slowlymassaged myself. She loved to watch me do that. “Pleasure yourself,” I whispered.
I watched her fingers part her lips and swipe over her opening. She parted her legs as far as they would go and tilted her hips forward. As much as I liked her hairless pussy, I love it more so then. I could see everything I needed to. The wetness seeped from her and she spread it with her fingertips, teasing her clitoris at the same time. The sound of suction and wetness echoed around the room. The scent of her filled my nostrils and I breathed in harder, wanting more. My mouth watered at the smell and muscle memory recalled the taste on my tongue. My hand slowly slid up and down my cock, over the head and spreading my precum. I wanted more lubricant, however. I spat into my palm and that aroused her further. She gasped and inhaled quickly.
When she slid two fingers inside herself, it was my turn to gasp. I could see each inch of skin coated with her juices as she pumped in and out. She hooked her fingers, stroking, reaching for her G-spot. I leaned over to the cabinet and opened the door. We had an array of toys and a G-spot stimulator was one of them. I threw it to the end of the bed and within reach for her. She had no need to look, she could see what I’d given her. She reached for it. I watched her remove her fingers and run them over the soft silicone before switching it on. First, she ran it over herself, using her own lubricant. Thebuzz changed sound when she inserted it inside her, as did the gasps that left her mouth. She moaned and writhed, but all the while she watched both herself and me. I crawled to my knees behind her. I yanked hard, feeling the veins on my cock and the ridges as my hand held tightly. I could see a sheen of sweat coat my chest and the flush to hers.
I watched her orgasm. I saw things that I hadn’t before. I saw how her clitoris would swell and vibrate slightly as her orgasm built. How her inner thighs would quiver. She slid the stimulator from her and replaced it with her fingers as she worked her orgasm from herself.
I was desperate; I leaned over and took her arm, raising her hand to my mouth. She leaned slightly to one side so she could see all of me. As I came, as I spurted cum over her back and into her hair, I sucked her orgasm from her fingers.
“Fuck, Lauren,” I said, squeezing every last drop from my cock.
She chuckled. “Well, that was different.”
I laughed and flopped back onto the bed. She crawled over me, lying on my front and I wrapped my arms around her, smearing my cum farther.
She kissed my neck gently, licking across my chin and to my lips. She tasted my sweat, and gyrated gently against me until my cock was hard again. She sat up, turned so she was facing the television, and guided mycock inside her. I propped myself on my elbows and watched her ride me. I saw my cock slide in and out of her pussy, slick and glistening with her previous orgasm. I parted my legs a little and she reached for my balls. I let my head fall back and closed my eyes. I didn’t need to watch any more, I just needed to feel, smell, and absorb all the sensations.
I was making a coffee when Lauren joined me. We’d both showered again and I’d left her to dry her hair. She joined me wearing sleep shorts and a tank top.
“Do you want one?” I asked.
“No, that stuff will have me awake all night.”
I raised my eyebrows and frowned. “Is that a bad thing?” I asked, laughing.
She shook her head and smiled. “I guess not, except I have an early meeting,” she said.
I kissed her forehead. “Tea, then?” and she nodded.
