Misc. Erotica Guilty Pleasures

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 still thinking about Jared. No doubt the thing he needed to see to 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 Susan 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 Susan had already told me before hand 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 after 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 pretend 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 head 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 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 in having said that. "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 your surprised, but for your information Jared, women do 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 himself. "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 said surprising 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.

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 stand outside for a moment, 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 in 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 those. 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 streamer 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.

"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 real 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 Susan 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 your 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 Susan, 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 Susan. 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 be 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, and though he stood for a moment with his back towards me, I actually thought perhaps he'd decided to remove his shorts or something taking them off there instead. I even wondered briefly if he'd perhaps had a little accident earlier or something and would have felt embarrassed by my knowing that. But then he turned slightly off to one side. And I realized then, I was wrong. Dead wrong.

At first I couldn't believe what I was seeing, because it just didn't make any sense to me. I'd never seen him do something like this before, and it also wasn't something we'd even discussed, or had talked about one way or the other. I looked again as though needing to confirm it myself, making doubly sure. And as I did so...I was. Rob was busily jerking himself off with a dirty...not a clean pair, but a not yet sorted and washed dirty pair of my underwear. Yesterdays in fact, which I had worn earlier in the day and usually wore to sleep in as opposed to one of my thongs.

At first I was not only stunned, but visibly upset by this. How often had he done this, been doing this? And why hadn't he told me if he had been? Not that I would have been all that upset by it, I certainly had an open mind to such things..."Or did I?" I wondered.

I then noticed as he stood there stroking himself with a pair of my black satin panties that he was enormously hard, proudly erect, perhaps even more so than he usually was! I almost laughed when I saw him pull on them having slipped his prick between the legs of them, looking much like a slingshot about to be fired. He in fact let it go, the results of which was his cock now slapping back against his chest as he repositioned them again, doing it again.

I was fascinated, still crouched low enough behind the door, peering out through a corner of the window being careful to continue to conceal myself in the event he might turn and catch me there watching him. I nearly turned away in fact and ran when he turned, though his eyes came nowhere close to looking in my direction as I now found him suddenly looking elsewhere.

Sure enough, he now bent sifting through the pile of dirty clothes I hadn't as yet sorted yet. In seconds, he'd secured a second pair of my likewise soiled panties, this one, one of my thongs that I had actually been wearing the night we had all partied together outside. I watched my husband as he actually placed it over his face, sniffing the crotch, his hand once again on his prick, stroking it, the material from my actual panties he now used in which to pleasure himself with.

I was both stunned as well as fascinated to be watching this. But even more importantly now, I was aroused too.

I now found myself standing there, yet again soaking another pair of panties, the one's I happened to have on. And as I did that, as I stood there watching my husband masturbating, an idea came to me. Slowly at first, but then suddenly I had the workings of it all in my mind, and knew exactly what it was I was going to do the following day.

I now turned my attention back towards my husband. It was obvious he was getting close, still standing there oblivious to me, my thong still draped over his face, much like a blindfold, his hand now jack hammering his cock furiously, holding it against himself as he stood there pleasuring his prick with my panties. He suddenly froze as though statue, grunted and then came. Even to me...it was fucking erotic. To be standing there, watching as his cream began to seep through the material of my black satin panties, the contrast of which was immediately noticeable. Rob's white sticky spunk suddenly pouring through the thin material, now oozing out of them on down the side of his hand, dripping onto the floor of the laundry room where he stood. His hand only then slowing, yet still milking himself. He finally removed my thong, shoving it partway inside his mouth, sucking it as he did, almost gagging himself with it before removing it, and now using that to finally wipe off the last vestiges of his climax from his hand and prick.

I quietly turned and headed back upstairs to bed, a smile on my face, and a plan in my head.​