In the shower, both of them kept thinking of what they had just seen. Surprisingly, he was again hard, letting the hot water wash over him, thinking of what he had just witnessed. She was a gorgeous tan female, laying on a chaise lounge and masturbating in front of him. He couldnât get the image out of his mind, her back arched and her hands working feverishly between those gorgeous legs. She was also enjoying the hot shower, thinking of what she had seen in the hallway. She had no idea of what had happened, but suspected that he had been watching, judging by the creamy fluids all over him. She surmised that he was more than enjoying her show. She was still amazed at the amount of rich cream that he had extracted from himself in such a short time. She wondered, laughing to herself, if it might have been images of her.
Both of them were again aroused, just thinking over what had transpired. But as the arousal wore off, each of them began to worry about facing the other. She was already more than embarrassed at what she had just done. Never in her life had she made such a public display of herself, even if no one else had been watching. She was by no means, the type that would masturbate outside of her dark, locked bedroom. She was almost shocked at what she had just done. The more she thought about it, the more ashamed she became. But it had felt very good. It was one of the most powerful orgasms she had ever experienced. But he would probably laugh at her. But then again, the amount of cum all over him told her that he wasnât laughing.
He on the other hand was also worried about facing her. He felt like he was about 13 or 14 years old again. Hiding in the bathroom at his parentâs house, frantically rubbing a very young and immature little cock, spewing out a few drops of the white cream. But now he was an adult, a grown man. And here he was, sitting in a darkened bedroom, spying on his landlord, rubbing a more than mature large cock. The amount of cum had drastically changed, but the embarrassment was still there. He was red-faced just thinking about it. And the fact that she had seen him in the hallway was more than he could stand. She had seen his semi hard cock, and worse than that, she was adult enough to understand what the white goo on his legs was. He was literally mortified. He saw himself coming and going to the house at hours when she would be asleep. It would be hard to even face her. Sheâd probably laugh at him. What he didnât know was that she wasnât laughing.
Both of them were horrified at what had just happened. It didnât matter what each suspected that the other had done to them, either medicated or passed out. That was different. That was in fun and sort of like having a really big secret. But this had all occurred during the day, in broad daylight, while they were in full control of their faculties. This was some serious stuff. They were both turning into sex addicts, feeding off of each otherâs signals.
Without knowing it, each of them ended their showers, took an extra long amount of time to dry off and get ready to possibly face each other again. Ken finished first, and fearfully walked into the kitchen. He couldnât hear her and looked outside. Her car was there, but she was nowhere around. Meanwhile, she was upstairs, locked in her bedroom, dreading the first face-to-face meeting with Ken. She was almost in tears, thinking of what he must be thinking.
Ken considered this a chance to escape. Maybe with a little bit of time, she would not think of him as some type of pervert. He quickly headed out the door and to his truck, leaving for an unspecified errand. She could hear him leave and breathed a deep sigh of relief as she headed down the stairs. They both were thinking that a little time would help each of them.
Ken drove the distance into town and went to a local coffee shot. There, mulling it all over, with a cup of coffee, he thought back to her lying on the chaise lounge. Damn, no matter how much he thought about it, it was all highly erotic. It wasnât long before he could feel his cock swelling, under the diner table. The more he though about her back arching, dark tanned body and bikini tossed to the side, the wetter he became. She was a magnificent creature. But after this afternoon, she probably wouldnât even talk to him. She was no doubt, aware of what he had been doing in his room. It was all over him, how could she not know. He sat there; sipping his coffee, hoping the huge erection would go down. She was probably planning his eviction at that very moment.
She too was sitting at a table, sipping on a cup of coffee. Strange how coffee seems to be a drink of choice when things are going bad. She too was mulling over the afternoon indiscretion. She couldnât believe that her arousal had led her to totally undressing, outside, and then continuing on to make herself cum. She also couldnât help but notice that she was getting wetter, thinking about what had happened. She was still ashamed of having done her little show, but she was also more than aroused, thinking about what she had seen in the hallway. There was a world of difference in playing with his cock when he was unconscious, and him being fully awake and aroused. And she could not get the image out of her mind, of him in the hallway, his thick cock hanging between his legs. Knowing that he had masturbated to her show made her more than wet. The more she thought about it, the more aroused she became. Maybe it wasnât such a bad afternoon after all.
It was after seven when he finally got up enough nerve to go back home. All the way home he kept dreading the initial conversation with her. But he also couldnât seem to get rid of the erection that was plaguing him. Just the image of her on the chaise lounge would plunge him into a vicious circle of arousal. She wasnât immune to the image of him either, making her wet just thinking about him. But she too was dreading his arrival. He would have to come back sometime. She was sure that he thought she was some type of sex fiend or slut.
At around 7:15 he pulled into the driveway. He slowly got out of his truck and hoped that his erection would go down by the time he got inside. Luckily, it did. He entered the house and figured that he might as well get it over with. She was as reluctant as he was, when she heard him pull up. She immediately got up from the couch and headed into the kitchen. Surely he would be thinking that she was crazy. Surely she would be thinking that he was a pervert. But those images âŚ.. That each envisioned.