I was slightly surprised when he sat back down on the couch again as opposed to taking one of the two desk chairs in front of me.
“Ok, so what do I need to do?” He asked softly. I tried to hold back a delighted laugh, seeing the somewhat serious expression on his face. I changed tactics, deciding to approach this almost clinically, as though doing research. I realized at that very moment, that Jared truly did want to be the one to seduce me, and not visa versa. Having reversed the rolls even to the small extent that I had, had thrown him. It was time to switch things around again in the other direction.
“Well, like I said Jared, I’m trying to get a feel for how the maid felt, to more fully understand what seeing him doing that felt like for her, especially as I’ve never seen that myself. So…even if you sort of only pretend perhaps for a few moments for me, right there on the couch even, it might give me a much better idea as to how she really did feel before I go making any changes to the book that might hurt it as opposed to helping that particular scene.”
“Ok,” he said once again looking a little embarrassed, but I was pleased when he stood, his hands coming up to undo the button on his jeans. I turned my head purposely looking away, and then stood up myself.
“In fact…what I’d like to do is sort of recreate the scene. I’ll leave the room to stand outside for a moment, to give you a chance to get a bit more comfortable with yourself while you do this. Then I’ll silently open the door and look in. How’s that sound?” I asked.
It was evident that he liked the idea, waiting for me to leave before completely pulling off his jeans. I hurriedly stepped outside the door softly closing it and then began counting to fifty.
It was strange. I knew what I would no doubt be seeing when I reentered the room. So I felt prepared for it when I did. I wasn’t. It was as though I had actually walked in, catching him. I actually found myself catching my breath, totally unprepared for what I was seeing, looking at as Jared lay there on his father’s couch.
He was completely naked for one. The fact he’d only been wearing cutoff jeans previously shouldn’t have had the impact on me that seeing him entirely naked did. But it did. The lean lines of his magnificently sculpted body as he stretched out there on the couch, the tautness of his tight firm little ass pressed deeply into the seat. I stood there literally holding my breath taking it all in. I hadn’t even as yet focused on the obvious as he lay there eyes closed, slowly fisting his hard erect prick. When I did, I nearly gasped in surprise.
I knew from the little I had seen, and in the short time I had actually seen it, he was big. But for some reason as I stood there looking at him now, he seemed even more so, and perhaps was for all I knew. His cock appeared to be even more purplish than I remembered it, far more angry looking in appearance, the fat spongy head of his prick likewise more swollen as he slowly lay there stroking himself.
I quietly stepped further into the room. As I did, I felt the trickle of moisture between my own legs, amazed at how rapidly I’d become aroused, though I’d certainly been earlier. Even so, the sudden onrush of additional liquid had surprised me. I could feel the sudden escalation of my heart beating deep inside my chest. Jared continued to lay there, pretending to be unaware of my presence though I stepped in even closer, as quietly as I could.
I could now hear the squishy, erotic, highly sensual lubrications of his cock as his hand continued to pump it, though again slowly up and down his shaft. It glistened as he did so, further intensifying my own senses. I didn’t even realize at first that I had slipped my own hand beneath the waistband of my shorts in an effort to seek relief.
I now stood there, frustratingly touching myself indirectly, still watching him, once again gathering in the entire picture of his long lean form, his toes almost pointed at the end of the couch, the flare of his nostrils as he breathed, the rigidity of his enormously hard cock. I was now breathing hard. So much so that it was easily heard. As though part of the story, realistically anyway, Jared opened his eyes only then looking over. He stopped stroking his cock, now staring at me. It was my turn to feel slightly embarrassed at having walked in, catching him playing with himself.
Like I said, it actually felt that way. Like I had. It was erotic as hell.
“Is this what you had in mind? Is it helping?” Jared now asked.
God I wish he hadn’t said that. At least not like that. I didn’t want to turn this into a clinical observation, not now.
I decided then not to respond back in the same manner, letting my true feelings and emotions speak for me instead.
“That is fucking hot,” which it was, I replied lustfully, now more purposely fingering myself, though again failing to make better contact than I needed to, wanted to. I removed my hand, quickly undoing the button on my waistband, almost as hurriedly undoing my zipper. I saw Jared’s eyes light up as he lay there looking at me, almost yelling out at him not to move as he swung his feet around on the couch now sitting up.
As he did, my shorts fell down around my ankles, I stepped out of them and then slithered my thong down my legs as well stepping out of them. I now stood before him almost as naked as he was, my fingers quickly finding my slit, spreading my labia apart for him to look at, which he was. I now tenderly touched my clit, flicking it with my finger as his hand once again slid down his enormous cock all the way to his balls,
cupping them and toying with them briefly before sliding upwards once more. I watched his hand as it slid over the top of his prick, gathering even more moisture, which had oozed from the tip. He palmed it, smearing his fresh slick essence over the head of his dick, and then down his shaft once more, wetting it, slicking it, and now stroking it firmly up and down.
I groaned.
Jared stood suddenly. And as he did, I watched an enormous streamer of spunk suddenly fly from the end of his dick. His eyes looked wild as he did so, almost surprised. I stood there unmoving, my own fingers suddenly paralyzed, yet embedded deeply inside myself.
I too had been taken by surprise, watching him as he jettisoned another, and then another thick streamer of sperm towards me, but not quite reaching me where I stood. Within moments he had plastered the floor with his thick sticky cream, one long stream of it now lying only inches away from my foot.
“Fuck!” he cried out looking down at the mess. “I better get something, dad will kill me if this stains the carpet!” As though a whirlwind, Jared shot past me running down the stairs, his previously discarded Levi jeans clasped in his hand as he did. I could only stand there in shock, not yet comprehending what had just happened until the reality of it hit me.
Once again, I didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry.
**
By the time he returned carrying a wet towel and carpet cleaner in his hands, once again dressed when he did, so was I. I’d been half tempted to remain as I was, but seeing the look of relief on his face when he came back into the room, I knew I had made the best choice. As he knelt down on the floor spraying the carpet with the bottle, I spoke.