“Thank you Jared, that really was wonderful you know, and helped me a lot,” I told him trying to ease his sudden self consciousness at how quickly everything had happened. It was obvious he wasn’t really pleased with himself however, almost angry when he answered me back.
“Glad I could help,” he said simply, somewhat sarcastically. “Damn, I hope this comes out.”
I wanted to walk over and shake him, but I didn’t, sitting down instead at the desk, waiting patiently for him to finish and look up at me before speaking again. When he was finally satisfied, and more than a little relieved to see that everything looked perfectly normal, perfect again, only then did he look up towards me and actually smile. Though there was still a red tint to his cheeks as he did so.
“Sorry,” he said once again. “I wasn’t quite expecting that.”
“Don’t worry about it, I wasn’t either…but I don’t mind telling you Jared, it really was damn fucking hot, watching you…squirting like that,” I said trying to reignite the moment. And for a moment, it nearly did. Which is when the phone rang downstairs. He turned heading towards the door speaking as he ran off.
“I’ll come check on you again later,” he said. And was gone.
True to his word, he did. Around lunchtime. He came into the room carrying a tray full of food. A tuna salad sandwich, some chips, an apple along with a lemonade, which he’d made for me. He was also dressed. Jared now wore a pair of long legged jeans, tee shirt and sneakers, so I knew he was going out.
“My friend Bob called,” he informed me. “Meeting him at the movies. There’s plenty more lemonade down in the fridge if you want more,” he then told me, and then with that smiled, though he turned and once again headed out through the door.
I ate what he’d fixed for me, saved out what work I had actually done, and then drove myself home.
**
I was more confused than pleased with everything that had happened, though I did see it as having made some progress. And the honest truth of the matter was, I still highly aroused myself, the image of Jared lying there on the couch stroking his cock was one that would remain with me for some time to come. I did realize though as I thought about it, this really wasn’t going to be as easy as I’d first imagined, if in fact it actually did happen at all.
Jared was indeed still a boy in so many ways, and lacking in self confidence perhaps, or in being brave enough to actually approach me, wasn’t something that was going to just happen overnight. I wasn’t prepared to let it go on forever either, deciding that if we truly hadn’t accomplished anything by the time I’d finished editing the novel I was working on, that it wasn’t going to after that either.
And also as promised, once I had arrived home, I picked up the phone and called Sophia at work. She was as surprised as I was at the turn of events and the way things had gone. Though we decided that it was probably due to Jared’s obvious nervousness and excitement that had steered things in the direction they’d gone. A bit more sensory overload than either one of us had anticipated.
“Well, perhaps tomorrow will go better,” she stated. “Though I think the idea of incorporating the work you’re doing probably helped. Perhaps after he’s had some time to think about it himself, especially seeing you standing there touching yourself openly in front of him, he’ll find a bit more courage and desire to pursue it a bit further.”
“We’ll see,” I responded back. “Maybe. And maybe he just was a little too embarrassed to become aroused again. But you’re right, we’ll probably know more by tomorrow when I come over again. I’ll take some time here and think about what I might do next to help things along without being too terribly obvious about it.”
We talked about it briefly a bit longer before hanging up, though we’d both come to the same conclusion, whatever did happen next, would have to be up to Jared to do…not necessarily me.
After I had spoken with Sophia, as likewise promised I then called my husband. And though I again explained to him exactly what had actually happened, I didn’t go into nearly as much depth about it with him as I had done with Sophia. And I also noticed as I did that, that Rob seemed more interested in the actual excitement of what had actually occurred as opposed to the rest of it. What a surprise.
And I almost laughed hearing the edge of excitement in his voice as he asked me a few questions more about what we had done, what I’d seen or thought about while it was happening as I stood there watching Jared jerking off, rather than showing interest in whatever progress, or lack thereof which we’d made.
Oddly enough, it was because of what happened later on that same evening that I came up with an idea of something I thought might further help things along. And it came in one of the most unexpected ways imaginable too, at least for me.
I knew that Rob would be working very late that evening, which towards the end of the month he always did. Having to stay to close out the monthly reports one or two nights towards the end of the month had been a routine we’d both come to accept and gotten used to. And as always I had enjoyed those few nights having time alone to myself, and especially the way this day had gone as I’d treated myself to a long lengthy session with my vibrator, and then again later in the shower with my pulsating shower massage just prior to going to bed.
The problem was, I was still aroused even then, far from tired and unable to sleep. I then decided to surprise Rob, instead of him finding me sound asleep as he usually did whenever he had to work this late, I would instead wait up for him, surprise him by wearing one of my very sexy nightgowns, something I didn’t do nearly as much perhaps as I should have, and then jump him the moment he came into our bedroom.
It was already nearing midnight when I finally heard the sound of our garage door opening, and then closing again. I figured another five, perhaps ten minutes at most, and he’d quietly come into the bedroom, undressing in the dark as he also usually did, which is when I’d turn on the light and surprise him as I lay there waiting for him.
The odd thing was, though I’d heard the garage door close shortly after it should, I hadn’t heard him come into the kitchen area after that like I had before in the past. I waited a few minutes longer, still listening, still waiting, but again nothing. Now curious I slipped out of the bed and silently wandered downstairs.
The first thing I noticed was that there still weren’t any lights on in the kitchen. Now that was odd, so I tiptoed quietly into the room heading towards the door that led into the pantry and laundry room, which was actually the room attached to the garage. This is where I had expected to hear him come in from, which he hadn’t.
I noticed as I approached the door that there was indeed a single light on in that room. A very dim one from the light on overhead, which again was the only light he had actually turned on. Even more curious, I now crept to the door, which had a small window within it, peeking in. What I saw nearly floored me.
Rob had actually and completely undressed. His clothes neatly hung on a hanger nearby along with several other articles of clothing I had done the day before. His briefcase too stood on the folding table where he’d obviously placed it having just come in from the garage. Why he was naked however confused me,