Page 45 of The Facilitator: Part 2
When the bath was full, I stepped in and sank until the warm water rose to chin level. I closed my eyes and thought back over the past few hours. I chuckled to myself andsighed.
“Happy sigh?” Iheard.
“Absolutely.”
Mackenzie turned on the shower and I opened my eyes to admire his naked form as he soaped his body. He had the tightest butt cheeks, muscular and a shade lighter than the rest of his body. He turned and soaped his cock, knowing full well I was watching him. I wasn’t sure the slowness of his strokes was necessary, but it was entertaining. His cock stayed rigid when he’d decided he’d done enough of a show for me, and he ran his hands over his chest, under his arms, and eventually up and over his face. He stood under the hot jets of water and rinsed. The water switched off automatically and he stepped out, wrapping a towel around hiswaist.
In the corner of the room was a seat, he sat and stared atme.
“You don’t masturbate enough,” he said. I spluttered withlaughter.
“Idon’t?”
“No, I don’t think most womendo.”
“Maybe, for us, it’s an emotional act, sexual. For you men, it’s just arelease.”
“Not necessarily. Yes, I agree it’s not as emotional, but I have to be stimulated to get hard to startwith.”
“You can watchporn.”
“So can you. In fact, Lauren, it’s on mylist.”
“Why would I need to watch porn when we have the real thing at the club? I can watchyou.”
“It’s not the same. Sometimes, you need the downright dirty and ridiculous to get offto.”
He stood and walked out. My laughter followedhim.
“You’re kidding, of course,” I whispered. “Aren’tyou?”
I didn’t find watching porn overly erotic, in fact, I found most of it laughable and cringe-worthy. I’d ventured onto PornHub once or twice, Scott had a fucking account, I’d discovered. I had been extremely upset to know that. He couldn’t find the time or inclination, so he’d said once, to get intimate with me, but he could wank to a movie on hiscomputer!
I climbed from the bath and shook my head and then wrapped a towel around myself. Ilaughed.
“Porn,” I said, as I walked back into thebedroom.
Once I’d dried my body, I climbed under the duvet and picked up my book. I didn’t focus much on the words while I thought of masturbating to porn with Mackenzie watching me. My stomach fluttered and my heart missed a beat. I picked up my iPad and connected to the Internet. I remembered the store name and Googled. Brit was correct, everything on display in the store was for sale online, and more. Maybe I needed to surprise Mackenzie with some new toys before ourpornfest.
I added a flogger and a paddle to my virtual basket. I thought it might be fun to have some of those things athome.
I didn’t mind going to the club, but I had a fear of either bumping into someone I knew in there, or as I’d told Mackenzie, while I was walking around the supermarket. And it would be that day I was piling my basket with tampons andchocolate.
I didn’t check out because I thought I’d show Mackenzie what I’d bought, and I chuckled at the thought. Just a few months ago, I would have needed the assistance of a bottle of wine to select a vibrator, let alone spankingimplements.
Mackenzie returned with a glass of water and I showed him the iPad. He laughed as he added a couple more items. I couldn’t check out, I didn’t have a method of payment on hand and the store was a little too exclusive and upmarket for PayPal. I closed the iPad and put it on my bedsidecabinet.
* * *
The following fewdays flew past. Mackenzie was frequently in meetings, and I generally only saw him when it was time to leave work for home. He seemed overly tired and was back to the ‘bridge of nose’pinching.
I took a call from Jerry while we were travelling home one day. He spent the whole half hour gushing aboutAddyand what a wonderful woman she was. He was planning on heading back the U.S. for a holiday with her, and it seemed to coincide with Alex and Gabriella returning. I had to keep my thoughts exactly that, secured in my head. The bubble of happiness was getting larger and had thicker walls. She had sucked him truly in and my worry levelsupped.
“Did you hear that?” I asked Mackenzie, as I placed my mobile back in mybag.
“Some, yes. He’s smitten, isn’the?”
“Totally. I’m not saying anything negative about her. That way, he tells meeverything.”
