Yin & Yang (Lauren)

The naked from the waist down, the exposed chubbiness is not a concern for the debutante. "It pisses you bitches off that guys would rather watch me eat then look at you, huh?" *Wirrrr....* "Jealous of how I look losers? I know, it sucks not being Lauren..." Biting on her bottom lip, she is grinning as the wand does the deed on her raging clit, her pussy swollen and wet. Leaning back in her chair, Lauren's plush thighs and soft belly is moving like the calm waters of a pond, her big ass squishing into her seat as she gently rocks her bald pussy up and down. Plucking open the buttons of her blouse she reaches into her top. Pulling the small, A cup breast from the stuffed D cup bra she tugs and twists on her puffy and hard nipple. "Jealous of my amazing body," *Wirrr...* "And my big and perfect breasts."

Pulling on the door, a well dressed if preppy looking man walks in and stops. Looking around he sees five glass-walled offices. Most of them are empty save for a couple. One is clearly in use as a brunette woman sitting behind the desk talking with a male and female client. The other office, the corner one by a hallway is filled with a middle-aged, heavyset man looks to be busy on his computer where that happy is salami sandwich still unwrapped on his desk and a large soda from Subway. Walking towards the black leather couches which constitutes the waiting area, he looks at the other names on the door and frowns. None of them have the name he is looking for. Exhaling in defeat he starts heading back for the entryway when he sees a couple of tellers standing idly at their stations on the opposite side. Walking up to them he approaches the one where a petite and young looking dark haired brunette is standing. "Um, excuse me. I was told that Lauren Black works here?"

Looking up from her computer, where she is inputting updates to accounts she offers him a generic smile and nods her head in affirmation. The nameplate adjacent to her station identifies her as Elle. "She does. Do you have an appointment?"

Shaking his the man looks down at the small desk between the partitions. "No I do not. I did not think I would need one."

"Well I know for a fact that Miss Black is usually very busy as she is one of our more popular loan officers. Let me find out if she's available to see you, okay?" Elle says.

"Okay."

"Your name, sir?" Elle asks while glancing down at the phone, noting that none of the lines are currently in use.

"Joshua Hatten."

"Okay. Let me give her a line a ring and see if she is at her desk. I saw her come back from lunch over an hour ago but she could be with a client."

Nodding now, Josh turns his body so as to give Elle a sense of privacy. Looking down the line he sees that out of the four stations only one other is occupied by an older woman. Dressed smartly in a black blazer and skirt combination, her white blouse adorned with ruffles down the front gives her the appearance of a woman who is far more experienced than the job she is currently doing entails. With a pair of gold rim, stylish glasses positioned on the tip of her nose, she is busy clicking away on her computer at a lightning speed. Her graying blonde hair tied in a neat bun behind her head, a pair of small gold earrings dangling from her aged ear lobes. Judging from her appearance she is probably in her mid to late 50's. Eyeing her name plate it reads Lori Henderson.

*bubbbrrrr...*

The muffled hum of the Hitachi wand continued its rhythmic hymn now clenched between Lauren's plush, thick thighs. Bucking her hips, her big, soft and thick ass is rubbing are built up sweat into the leather of the seat as climax comes near! Breathing harder still and squeezing what breast she has, Lauren is unable to utter a word as deep bite down hard on her bottom lip. Her clit rock hard and her pussy pulsating, the lips swollen to the max, she is within seconds of release when her phone suddenly rings and the red light of a line starts to blink!

*Ring, ring! Ring, ring! Blink, blink, blink!*

Her eyes tightly closed, her imagination filled with the hot sex of yesterday, albeit with a different version of her figure than the one that was actually present, they suddenly snap open and stare at the nuisance disrupting her near orgasmic release. "Go away..." She pleads under her breath, the corners of her mouth barely moving. Seeing that the line will not go dead she decides to take matters into her own hand. With her feet still propped on the edge of the desk and her soft body vibrating she reaches out, arm and finger shaking for the button to hang it up. Instead however she answers it.

"Lauren, it's Elle. There is a client who would like to speak with you. He is not giving me his name nor will he disclose what his business is, but he insists on speaking with you. He told me that you came highly recommended and that is inquiry is for your ears only."

Still caught up in the sensation between her legs, Lauren looks down. Moments ago the sight of her naked lower half did not bother her but now upon seeing her plush and soft thighs rippling softly along with her bulging soft belly roll and love handles hanging out instantly turns her off. Turning the wand off, she pulls it from between her legs and lowers her feet to the floor. Placing it in the open drawer to her right, she takes a moment to collect herself. "I am finishing up a phone call with another client. Tell him to take a seat and when I am finished I will call you so you can bring him back to me."

Listening to the instructions, Elle finds herself nodding as she replies, "Of course I will let him know." Replacing the phone into the receiver, she looks up at Josh who is standing there smirking. "Lauren has informed me that she is finishing up with another client and when she is done that she will let me know. Until then could you take a seat in the waiting area over there?" She asks, pointing towards the leather couches behind him.

"Sure." Josh replies then turns and walks over to the couches. Taking a seat he cannot help but smile at how the teller expertly handled the situation. She did not give anything away but was able to fan Lauren's ego at the same time. From what little he knew of the curvaceous blonde, he knew for a fact that her ego is bigger than her head and it is her confidence and arrogance that attracts him the most about her.

Back in her office, Lauren is quick to return everything to normal. Grabbing a Lysol wipe, she wipes her chair and then her thighs, pussy and ass crack. Tossing the dirty wipe in the trash she then grabs her granny panties and swiftly pulls them up. The Spanx are not as fast however and she has to hop and wiggle in order to get them over her fleshy behind. Once they are over her protruding and soft stomach, she gives the waistband a reassuring snap before grabbing her skirt and pulling that up lastly. Taking her seat she pushes the button to Elle's phone line and as she waits for it to be answered, she stuffs then fluffs her breasts to create an alluring amount of professional cleavage.

"This is Elle." The petite woman's voice echoes from the speakerphone.

"You can send him in now." Lauren says as she buttons up her blouse, leaving just enough undone to present what appears to be a small sliver of the abundance cupped in her D cup bra.

Hanging up the phone, Elle walks out from behind the teller counter and over to the seating area where Josh is waiting patiently. "Lauren is ready to see you now." The petite brunette says with a warm smile and a slight tilt of her head.

Rising to his feet, Josh follows the stunningly attractive young woman across the lobby and into the hallway. Passing the branch manager's corner office he wonders why Lauren is located down here. He doesn't dwell too much about it as a subtle hourglass of the brunette captures his imagination. Firm but small, Elle's bottom is nothing like Lauren's but it is certainly beautiful in its own unique way. Feeling his twenty-something cock stand immediately to attention, he has a full-on raging hard-on by the time they reach Lauren's office door.

"Good luck. I hope you're loan for whatever it is you are looking to do is approved." Elle says giving Josh a good look up and down. From his boyish face down to his strong-looking physique, she cannot help but be attracted to what she sees. Of course he is here to see Lauren and her bombastic curves and possibly get a loan. Walking away she allows the back of her hand to brush the front of his pants, blushing when she feels the raging hardness against her skin. Looking back she cannot help but smile.

Feeling the brush along the front of his pants, Josh looks down and then over at the smiling and blushing young lady. Giving her a blush and a smile in return, he cannot help but admire her figure one more time before turning and facing the imposing wood door before him. Flanked by clouded glass to the right that stretches from the top of the door to the floor, he notices that beneath the name plate is an outline of where the old title used to be. "Branch Manager" is what he reads as he reaches for the door handle.

Hearing the handle start to turn, Lauren immediately turns her attention towards her computer and starts typing. Of course the screen is black and she is doing this just for show. It is part of the game, to always look busy even when she is not. When the door starts to open, she takes a small breath and pushes out her chest. "Good afternoon, go ahead and take a seat while I finish up this email to a client. Once I am done you will have my full and unfettered attention."

Walking in silently, Josh shuts the door behind him before walking to the chairs opposite of her desk. As he pulls one out he cannot help but stare at the big, full looking boob pushing out into Lauren's blouse. Even though he was pretty hammered yesterday, he remembers exactly how big Lauren's boobs really are. Still he stares lustfully at the offering stretching the cotton of her top. Taking his seat, he waits for her rapidly clicking fingers to finish whatever it is they are doing before she turns her attention to him.

"Thank you so much for your patience." Lauren says still looking at the blank monitor, hitting the enter key with an unnecessary authority. Still going through the motions of her set up game, she turns to face her potential client, but without really looking at who it is she instead flicks some hair from her shoulder. As she does she sticks out her big breasts a little bit more making sure that her professional amount of cleavage is on display too. "How can I help you?" The confident yet flirtatious words spill from her perfectly painted lips just as her eyes open wide in recognition at who is sitting before her.

You can help me by stripping naked and bending over that desk, Josh wants to say but ends up thinking it only. Instead he greets her much more honestly. "Hey Lauren, I'm not here for a loan or anything like that. I am here to see you again. After what happened yesterday I could not help myself. I just had to come find you."

Spoken like a true romantic, it melts Lauren's heart. Deep down inside she feels the same way, but her pride and prejudice cannot accept. Instead of smiling and saying how she truly feels, her face contorts into one of anger and annoyance. "Seriously?" She barks without compassion. Yet, despite her outward reaction, her body is reacting far differently. Behind her stuffed bra and deep within her panties and Spanx, her nipples are as hard as diamonds and her clit is raging like a brick. To say she is aroused is an understatement! Already she can feel the crotch of her panties getting moist. Confused by her body's visceral reaction, she looks at Josh with disdain. "It was a drunken afternoon romp!"

Hearing her response and seeing her reaction Josh feels suddenly down, but at the same time is sensing something far different. While no expert on the body language of women, he notices that Lauren is starting to sweat. Not only is she perspiring, notably her exposed cleavage, but her breathing has quickened and her chest is heaving slightly. "Come on... I know it was only one day and we both had a few too many but you have to admit there was something there. I know you felt it." Josh argues his plea with a confidence that surprises even himself.

Scoffing, Lauren rolls her eyes. "Felt what? Sure, you're pretty good with what you got, but beyond an afternoon of sin, I had no intentions of seeking you out again. When I look at you I feel nothing." She says, her body revolting at her lies. As she spoke one mis-truth after another, a shoulder, and then her hips jerk slightly before a pitch of air causes her breasts to rise, pushing forward mightily. When they do, the tops of her white bra cups peak from the open neckline of her button-up blouse and from there her fluffed-up cleavage begins to rise even further still until a sliver of pink hue emerges before disappearing just as quickly.

Seeing and hearing the contradiction before him, Josh is not sure what to say but as he rises from his chair, he does not feel defeated. Instead he feels confidence, but it is fleeting as despair casts its inevitable cloak over him. Despite what he is seeing, she is still rejecting him and that is more than enough. Grabbing the door handle he gives it a turn and pulls it open. One step from walking out however he stops and turns around. "Okay, maybe you are right. We were both pretty hammered but if there's one thing that I will never forget is a pair of perfect tits and a great body."

Watching the door close and sitting in abject silence, the sound echoing softly, Lauren is suddenly on the verge of hyperventilating. Looking down it does not get much better when she sees that her skirt has slid so far up that nearly her entire Lycra encased thighs are exposed! To top that off her crotch is completely soaked! Feeling her rock hard nipples push uncomfortably into her silicone falsies, Lauren quickly stands up and shimmies her skirt back down. Now standing, she has to support herself with her hands on the surface of the desk to keep from falling. Still breathing hard and heavy, she cannot understand why she is feeling this way despite her logical argument just a few minutes before. It was a one-night stand and things got out of hand. The sex was pretty good too but it was still just a drunken one-nighter. The fact that she had sex naked was the mistake. But unlike prior times where the guys would laugh and leave, this guy didn't and instead wanted to prove himself even more. As she thought back to that afternoon she swears she can feel his hands roaming her body again. His fingers tracing her spine before caressing her body as if she were a goddess. The way he massaged and treated her breast as if they were perfect. Or when he took her ass in his hands and squeezed his cock grew harder. And then seeing her now despite knowing everything he still looked at her as if she was the hottest woman on Earth. When the fog finally clears Lauren finds herself staring at her phone. Suddenly she finds her finger reaching for the button to Elle's desk.

Standing at her small space, Elle looks up to see Josh walking from the hallway looking sad and dejected. His head hanging low she feels instantly sorry for him. As he draws closer she is about to speak to him when she hears her phone ring. Looking down she sees the red flashing light emanating next to Lauren's name. Picking up the phone she answers, "This is Elle."

"Stop him!" Lauren exclaims breathlessly into the phone.

Looking up she sees that Josh is about to push through the glass doors and disappear for good. Without even thinking she finds herself yelling, "Stop!"

"Give him my cell phone number now!" Lauren says and then hangs up quickly before she bursts into tears.

Grabbing a pen, Elle finds a sticky note and quickly jots down Lauren's cell phone number from memory. Quickly ripping it off she rushes from behind the teller stand and shoves the post it into Josh's hand. Letting her hand linger in his, she makes eye contact and softly nods before turning and returning her workstation.

Looking at her a little confused, Josh then looks down at his hand and opens it. Unfurling the Post-it he cannot help but smile and when he leaves he is practically jumping for joy.