Lauren’s Desires Part I
By Alison Heather
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2011 Allison Heather
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Dedication and Warning
This book like my other books written and to be written are a silent homage to all those who have dared and would dare break taboos. I am struggling to do so myself... probably one day I would accomplish that and join the ranks of brave and wonderful. Until then, for me pen [keyboard] and imagination are two very strong tools.
The book contains strong adult theme and should be read by those who are open-minded and like challenging imaginations. Best Wishes and thanks for picking up [rather downloading] this book.
This is rather long story in three parts. The other parts of the book have been emailed together with this part so easy to find. Happy Reading.
Allison Heather.
Feedback and suggestions are very welcome
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Chapter 1
David John Anderton enjoyed a luxury few writers achieve: he was a successful author and could write for a living. His books were well reviewed in the quality press; famous people discussed them on radio and TV. His views were sought on issues relating to the arts and the media. He had even been recognised in the street, but thankfully only in New York, not in Boston where he lived. His latest novel had just been published to much praise and he didn't have to start work on another until after the summer. So he wasn't concerned when his mother-in-law called and said she needed a minor operation and could Sarah come to stay for a week to look after her father? Sarah wasn't sure but David told her he and Lauren would be fine.
"Just look after your parents," he told his wife, lifting her suitcase into the overhead rack and kissing her.
"Well, if you're sure -"
"Of course," he said. "Look, I must go, the doors will shut in a moment. Ring me when you reach your mother's."
"I will. Give my love to Lauren -"
"Of course. Bye darling!"
David drove home. Opening the front door, he picked up the post and glanced through it. He picked out a letter franked with the name of his publishers, opened it and whistled softly at the size of the cheque, then glanced at his watch. Two hours before he had to meet Lauren from College. He could workout for an hour, then walk across the Green Park, take a shortcut through the back streets and be there to meet her on time.
In his workroom David stripped down to his briefs and began his stretching exercises. His doctor had recommended he try yoga to counteract working for long hours at a PC and he went into a routine that curved and arched, stretched and eased his spine. When he had finished he sat back on his haunches, breathing hard and sweating. He felt good, his body energised. The late afternoon sun was streaming in through the skylight and he hooked his fingers inside the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down, exposing his cock and balls to the warm rays.
His cock sprang up immediately, massive, tight and hard, jutting way beyond from his groin and tingling with the adrenaline released by the exercise and the sun's heat. David pushed his briefs down round his knees and then curled his long fingers round his penis, which did not go around the whole girth, pulling the tight skin back to expose the throbbing glans, a drop of semen already glistening at the slit. He closed his eyes and began to stroke himself, delighting in the sun's heat on his genitals and the freedom he felt that his wife was out of the house.
It was rare that David could take as much time as he wanted to masturbate and he brought himself to the very edge of orgasm before forcing it to subside by pulling his balls back tightly from his body. Then he cradled the overfull globes in one hand and pressed them against the base of his cock, clasping two fingers of his other hand around the sensitive point where the shaft flared into the glans. The sensation was wonderful, like a little girl's cunt milking the sensitive flesh, which was slippery with pre-come.
Sexing himself up to the point where he couldn't have held back the rush of his spunk even if he'd wanted to, David opened his mouth to moan loudly with pleasure and started to climax. And that was how his daughter Lauren found him when she suddenly opened the door: with his throbbing cock in his hand, globs of creamy semen bursting from the head and shooting out across the exercise mat, each spurt more powerful than the last.
Instantly David's expression changed from one of deep sexual satisfaction to shock and embarrassment.
Lauren shut the door quickly and David reached for a tissue to clean himself up. His head whirled with all sorts of scenarios. She was disgusted and appalled, she was on the phone to her grandmother screaming, "Well please ask Mummy to ring me as soon as she gets there, something horrible has happened!" or even that she had run out of the house to a neighbour's. But when he went out onto the landing only the sound of her CD player could be heard coming from her room.
David put his head round the door. Lauren was lying on her bed, reading a magazine. "Hi, Dad," she said and went back to reading.
"Hi, Laurie," he said, using his pet name for her. He was amazed at her lack of reaction. He decided to shower and walked across the landing to the bathroom. Just as he opened the bathroom door, Lauren called out, "Mum get off alright?"
"Fine," he called. "She should be at Gran's about seven."
"Can we go out for dinner, tonight? Somewhere nice like ‘High Tide’?"
"Sure. I'd like that."
"Great. Thanks, Dad."
David locked the front door and was about to get into the car when Lauren said, "Come on, Dad, let's walk. It's a lovely evening."
"You sure?" he asked her.
"Absolutely. And if we walk you can have a drink. And if you do, I can..."
"Not if you've got school in the morning."
"Oh come on, Dad - a couple of beers won't hurt." She batted her long eyelashes at him. "Pleeaasse, Daddy?"
David snorted. "Aw! Shucks. Why not?" he said but he was still touched by her calling him Daddy. It had been a long time since she had.
On the way across the Green Park, they talked about his new book and a lecture he was due to give the following week. David was relieved that Lauren didn't mention what she'd seen. He hadn't a clue what he could tell her except for the truth and he didn't want to go down that road in case Lauren started worrying about whether his sex life with her mother was happy. He didn't think she'd understand that men masturbate because they like to and need to, like breathing, eating or sleeping.
At the restaurant the waitress smirked at him when he ordered the food and David suddenly realised she thought he'd pulled and was out with his toy-girl.
"I'll have a ‘Leffe blond’ and my daughter will have a Miller Lite," he said, emphasising the word daughter. The waitress stopped smirking and went for the drinks.
Lauren reached across the table and put her hand on his. "Seems funny not to have Mum here," she said.