“Pleasures with guilt” Part-4 Continues…..
I’d actually been working on the manuscript for the better part of an hour, surprised that Jared hadn’t come back and peeked his head inside the door, asking me if I wanted or needed anything. And to make matters worse, I really was horny too. The story was indeed erotic,
parts of which I’d read and found myself flushed in the face after reading them. And then having to go back and read them again as an editor and not some horny young woman. I had to laugh at myself, however , I was still thinking about Jared. No doubt the thing he needed to see had been what was sticking up between his legs. Having done that, I was reasonably sure he’d taken the edge off and for a while at least, would no longer be horny.
Though I’d been a reasonably horny teenage girl at one point, teenage boys at that age were something entirely different. I should have remembered that. Needing to pee, and honestly wanting another cup of coffee, thus deciding to go and get it myself rather than wait for Jared, I stood up and quietly left the room. Oddly enough, I couldn’t hear anything, wondering where Jared had gone off to, and then actually convinced myself that he might have actually left for a while.
Passing by Sophia and Bill’s bedroom, I decided to use her bathroom rather than go all the way downstairs in order to use the “guest” one as they called it. But Sophia had already told me beforehand that I was certainly free to do so. Feeling like I was alone, I entered their room, walked around the bed and entered the bath. I had just sat down on the toilet in order to pee when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
Having not bothered to close the bathroom door, I wasn’t about to get up and do so now, figuring that Jared would simply pass by their room anyway on his way in to finally check on me. Which is when I figured that he’d soon discover I wasn’t there, and most likely come looking for me. Even if he did, I still wasn’t sure he’d consider the fact I might be using his mom and dad’s bathroom, especially with the door open. But that’s when I came up with what I thought was a rather naughty idea.
I’d be busy taking a “break”. A rather naughty one, and pretended like I wasn’t aware of his presence when he came in and found me, unless he made an issue of it. Even then, I quickly rehearsed a few possible scenarios in my mind just in case. Adapting to whichever one seemed more appropriate…if and when he came in to look for me.
Sure enough, seeing the door to his father’s room open, and me no longer at the desk, I again heard his feet turning around coming once again back down the hallway. I was almost holding my breath with anticipation, and then moment’s later disappointment as I heard him pass by the open doorway of his parent’s room. That was one I hadn’t planned anything around, and nearly stood up flushing the toilet and then headed downstairs after him.
About that time I heard footsteps returning, they hesitated briefly in the doorway, and then quietly padded into the room. Hurriedly I lifted my tee shirt up and over my breasts. I figured if he came in and saw those, along with my hand down between my legs there was no way he could deny what it appeared I was doing. I closed my eyes, tilted my head back, and then slipped my finger deeply inside my very wet pussy.
“Oh my god! I’m sorry!”
Jared had indeed stepped into the bathroom. With the door open, I had hoped he would still be curious enough to at least look inside, which he’d done. Sitting the way I was however had caught him totally off guard. He had immediately backed up through the door as I called out to him saying his name twice. But this was one I had prepared myself to react to if he did.
“Jared? Jared!”
I knew he hadn’t left his parents room, and figured he was just standing outside the door. He was.
“Jared? It’s ok…really.” I made no effort to pull down my tee top however, remaining as I was with my bare breasts fully exposed. I was hoping that a small bit of vulnerability would be enough to put him at ease to some extent. I waited for what I knew was only a few moments when he once again poked his head around the corner of the bathroom door looking at me.
I smiled when he did that. “I told you I might need to take a little break,” I said, grinning trying to keep it light between us. “And there’s nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about either,” I further added, though truth be told, I was a bit embarrassed as he continued to stand there halfway looking at me though he said nothing.
Finally he did however as I re-straightened my tank top pulling it down over my breasts once again. It was now time to reverse direction slightly.
“I’m still sorry, I should have ah… knocked first or something.”
“It’s my fault, the door was open. But there’s still no reason to be sorry Jared, I’m the one who was caught masturbating!”
As I’d hoped, the word “caught” seemed to act like a trigger for him, the movie he’d been watching the day before centering around that very theme. He stepped more fully into the room as I stood up having pulled my thong and shorts back up once again covering myself completely.
“I know you’re surprised, but for your information Jared, women masturbate just as often as most men do, especially if we’ve been reading hot erotic stories like the one I’ve been working on,” I said, continuing to smile.
“You do?”
“Oh hell yes!” I laughed. “And especially after working on and reading through the particular scene in the book I was at the time, which finally got to me.”
I could see he was curious as to what that might have been, and decided it was time to entice him further if I could, especially as he now questioned me.
“What were you reading?” He asked inquisitively. I had briefly glanced down at his groin, only then realizing he had in fact changed out of his flannel pajama bottoms, now wearing a pair of tight fitting cutoff Levi jeans instead. It was hard to tell if he had a partial erection, or that his package was simply that size all the time.
“Glad you asked that,” I said, reaching down taking his hand as I led him back through his parent’s bedroom down the hall and back to his father’s study. “Perhaps you can actually help me out with something,” I continued “From a man’s perspective.”
Rather than taking my seat behind the desk, I had led him over to the small comfortable little couch in the room. Sitting down still holding his hand I pulled him down to sit beside me before letting go. As I did, he slid over just slightly ensuring there was still comfortable distance between us on the couch. Almost too much.
“You see Jared, I’m at a part in the book where the main character is lying down on his bed masturbating when the maid walks in and catches him doing so. He’s not even aware that she’s there, so naturally he continues. Fascinated, she remains there watching him, slowly becoming aroused herself. Minutes later she is standing there touching herself. Eventually of course he realizes she is, though he doesn’t let on that he knows.
He proceeds to get even more aroused, playing with himself quite openly, which he hopes will excite her into even doing more herself. It does, as she finally succumbs to the intensity of her desire, fingering herself openly now when he looks over towards her smiling. Both now aware of one another, they continue, just watching one another pleasuring themselves.”
“Wow,” Jared moaned, obviously now aroused. “So…what did you mean by needing a man’s perspective on this?” He now asked, which I was hoping he would do.
“Well you see Jared, I’m having trouble with the emotional aspect of what the woman was feeling, sensing as she saw him touching himself. As strange as this may sound, I’ve actually never watched a man masturbating, you know…start to finish. Even Rob hasn’t done that for me. I mean sure, I’ve seen him stroke it a little, just in an effort to get himself aroused prior to doing anything else. But obviously, that’s not quite the same.”
“Obviously,” Jared agreed, nodding his head.
“So in trying to understand the emotions and the intensity of the scene as it’s been written, I was trying to picture myself as the maid in that situation, but surprisingly enough, I’m finding it a bit more difficult to do so than I first imagined, especially since I’ve never really seen a man doing that, purposely pleasuring himself so openly and so candidly in that way before. So…I was sort of wondering…”
I saw Jared’s eyebrows lift. “You…you’re asking me if I would?” He stammered.
“Yes Jared, it would help me out a lot. I’m sort of stuck trying to reason it all out, so it would help me yes, a great deal in fact if I could get a greater sense of what she was thinking, feeling as she stood there watching him.”
“Geeze, I don’t know,” Jared said, obviously nervous even shaking a little as he said that. “Can I think about it?” He then surprised me as he stood up.
“Ah, sure Jared…of course,” I responded slightly disappointed. I had actually thought that with his having schemed into getting me to see him, even if it was meant to appear as an accident when I did, would have been sufficient for him to do so for me now. Obviously I had missed something in my way of thinking. Perhaps he felt threatened by me as opposed to being aroused enough to want to do it now being confronted directly with it. I continued to sit there as Jared walked back towards the door.
“Oh, I originally came up to see if you…ah needed anything…to drink!” He quickly added.
“Any more coffee?” I asked dejectedly. He nodded his head yes and said he’d be right back with it.
Still shaking my own head in wonder, I crossed back over towards the desk sitting down. I began wondering what it was going to take, likewise realizing this might in fact never actually happen. I didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry at the moment. It was turning out to be a much more difficult task than I’d originally thought.
Jared returned several minutes later with a fresh cup of coffee for me, along with a decanter, which he had also filled. I almost frowned upon seeing that. He’d obviously ensured I’d have no reason for needing him to check in on me again anytime soon.