Chapter 3: Shy Stephen suddenly feels pretty bold
I showered, savoring the warmth of the pulsing jet as I rinsed Stephen's semen from my face, hair, shoulders and legs. I reflected on the morning. Things had certainly gone much, much further than I had intended. In a matter of moments, I went from some harmless teasing to a physical sexual relationship with my young boarder. And this young boarder was the son of my good friend and neighbor.
Was it even possible to contain this situation? Did I really want to contain it?
Stephen had given me a powerful orgasm. And I could not deny that I thoroughly enjoyed masturbating him and watching his powerful, impressive ejaculation. Even now, recalling the sight of his large, thick erection spurting long warm strings of youthful semen aroused me.
As some of you know from my previous stories, Jim's and my relationship had not been entirely 'monogamous'. Early in our marriage, Jim had 'shared' me with other men on occasion. But when our two sons came along, and as they got old enough to understand what was socially acceptable and what was not, we abandoned our more lurid activities. We settled down into more normal, and yes, mundane lifestyle. So it had been many years since my sex life involved anyone other than my husband. So being fingered to orgasm by my young house guest, and then masturbating him to his climax, had stirred memories and desires deep inside me that had long be dormant.
Yes, I was forced to admit, my encounter with Stephen had me aroused, and anxious, and uncertain how to proceed. I knew that I needed to set limits; but what would they be? And how could I control Stephen in light of his discovery of how easily I could be seduced and manipulated?
Being honest with myself, I did not have a good history of resisting males, especially strong, confident and assertive ones. And while Stephen was rather shy and reserved when he arrived here a couple of weeks ago, he certainly was more confident and assertive this morning than I had ever seen him before.
I turned off the water, and dried myself. I glanced at myself in the steamy mirror. In all honesty, and objectively speaking, I was still a very attractive woman. My smallish B-cup breasts were firm and perky. My figure was not much different than it was when I was 19. And I had a cute, pretty face in the style of Meg Ryan. I still had the cute little surfer girl look from my youth. I was pleased with how well I held up over the years.
But back to the issue at hand, I needed to talk with Stephen, before Jim returned, and establish some rules and guidelines. I dried, blow-dried my hair, and put on some make-up. If I was going to talk to the young man whose cock I had just jacked-off, I wanted to look good.
I knew when I did it, it was a mistake, but rather than getting dressed, I put on my swim suit. It was a two piece, red & white bikini that had a halter top and a sexy bottom that tied on both sides. It was flattering to my figure, and made me look several years younger than my 36 years of age.
As I tied the bottom of the suit, I reasoned that Stephen and I could sit by the pool and discuss what happened. Deep down, I knew that I wanted to distract him with my cute 'surfer girl figure' while we talked. I knew I was playing with fire, but I could not help myself.
I went to find Stephen downstairs. He was in his bathroom, I could here the water running in the shower. I opened the door slightly, "Stephen, are you in there?"
"Yes, Miss Cindy. I'm in the shower."
I stepped in the steam filled room. The shower door was clear glass, but it was 'steamed over'. I could see Stephen through the fog, but not clearly. I sat on the counter by the sink, a couple of feet from the shower. "Stephen, we need to talk about what happened this morning. I never planned on anything like that occurring. I feel terrible that I let it happen. I want to apologize."
"Miss Cindy, it wasn't your fault. I initiated it. I just couldn't help myself. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever known, the sexiest girl I have ever met."
It had been a long, long time since anyone called me a 'girl'. I felt like I had been a woman for many years. I liked that Stephen thought of me as a 'girl'.
"Stephen, that is very flattering, but it does not change the fact that what I did was wrong. I am a grown woman; a grown married woman. I am supposed to know better and behave better. I let you down and your parents down." I was watching Stephen through the foggy glass, and I could see his penis growing erect as we talked. I liked watching this young man grow hard in my presence; I liked it a lot.
Stephen interrupted me, "You did not let me down at all. What we did was great. It was the best experience I have ever had. As for my parents, they will never know anything about this. They would kill me of they knew what you and I did."
"That is good to know Stephen. I do not think I could explain this to your mother." I looked directly at him through the glass, and said, "Stephen, are you getting erect again?"
"Yes ma'am, I'm sorry. I can't help it."
"It is OK. It is not your fault. I must admit, it is kind of sexy. And it is definitely flattering." I smiled at myself, thinking, 'girl, you ought to be ashamed of yourself'.
I continued, "Stephen, we need to figure out how we are going to behave ourselves for the next four months you are here."
Stephen opened the shower door and grabbed a towel. He quickly dried off a bit, but was still quite wet. His erection stood straight up, rigidly pointing at the ceiling. Ah the wonder of youth and youthful erections. It was a beautiful and sexy sight. The purple head glistened, and the thick veins were quite pronounced. I was estimating he was 7+ inches long and a couple of inches think. He did have a very nice cock indeed.
