"I hope Carol hasn't left yet. I knew I should have made time to pick up that paperwork last night." Claire said to herself as she picked up her keys and rushed to the door.
Claire Bruce needed to get some important paperwork that day from her friend Carol. They worked together part-time for their small township. Claire got involved with the politics of her rural Pennsylvania community as a distraction from the unpleasantness she was experiencing from the upheaval of her life. Two years ago, she divorced her husband after 12 years of marriage. Now, all of Claire's time was devoted to her job with a large accounting firm in Philadelphia and local politics.
After a lengthy period of denial, anger, and sadness, Claire was moving on with her life. Her job as an accountant for a large firm in Philadelphia provided a more than comfortable income, and her role with the township served as a sort of social outlet. But today, her duties with the township required her to rush over to Carol's house to pick up important paperwork she desperately needed to review so she could prepare a report for the township budget meeting on Monday night.
"Damn, why did I wait until the last minute to do this?" Claire scolded herself as she got in the car and closed the door. Hurriedly she pulled the car of her driveway and sped down the road. It was a warm Sunday morning in late May. She knew that Carol and her husband Tom had plans to be gone for the day. Claire hoped she could catch them before they left.
When Claire arrived at Carol's house, she pulled into the driveway and drove her car to the side of the house. The house sat on a secluded farm. The driveway ran beside the house and ended at the door of a detached garage behind the house. A tidy walkway led to a patio at the back of the house. Only one other car was parked in front of the detached garage.
"Just my luck, I think I missed them." Claire whined with frustration. "Well, I'll knock on the back door to see if anyone is around."
As Claire approached the screen door, she realized her good luck. She could hear the hum of a fan and the muffled sounds of the television through the open screen windows. The main door was open with just the screen door closed. It seemed that someone was home after all.
Claire approached the screen door, and could see Carol's 19 year old son, Scott, was sitting on the couch watching TV. She knocked on the screen door and began to say, "Hi Scott......" but trailed off and followed with a surprised, "Oh my God!"
As she looked in the door, Claire could see that Scott was totally nude. He was sitting on the couch watching a pornographic movie. An open jar of Vaseline was sitting on the end table next to the couch, and Scott was rubbing his hard, slick cock. They were both mortified as Claire caught him masturbating.
"Oh, uh I'm so sorry Scott." Stammered Claire.
Completely flustered with embarrassment, Scott got up and scampered to the open door. His hard cock, coated with petroleum jelly, bobbed up and down as he hurried to the door. There was no way to hide his embarrassment as he nervously stood there, with his hands over his swollen genitals.
"Oh, um, uh Ms. Bruce. Please don't tell my parents. I beg you. I'm so sorry you saw this. What do you want?" Scott pleaded.
Claire stood there for a second. Wide-eyed, she tried not to stare at Scott's hard cock, which he was unsuccessfully trying to cover with his hands. "Don't worry. I won't say a word. I just need to get the township paperwork you mother has for me."
"Uh, if I let you in, can you get it?" Scott nervously blurted out.
"I think so. I'm so sorry to do this to you."
"It's ok." Scott said as he meekly opened the screen door and let Claire enter the house.
Claire stepped inside. She was nervous, uncomfortable, and a little excited to be standing next to the naked young man. Excited? Did she really feel that way? It had been a long time since Claire had sex. She hadn't been with a man since she divorced her husband. The last time was probably well over two years ago.
There was Scott, standing fully naked and aroused in front of her. Young and good-looking, he was in shape from running with his college track team. Claire's eyes quickly glanced at his naked body.
Claire tried to push away her feeling of nervous excitement. "This is Carol's son!" She thought to herself. "It's like I walked into some salacious short story you read in adult magazines." She continued to think. But, she could not deny it unlocked some forgotten feelings, and she enjoyed it.
"I think the paperwork is over there on the desk." Scott said as he pointed across the room.
Claire looked across the room to the large desk in the far corner. "Do you mind if I go through the desk to see if I can find it?"
