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A rainy day meeting is the perfect opportunity.
Chad was sitting on Amy's bed, his back to the door so he didn't notice me at first. It was pretty obvious to me, though, what he was doing. Although I couldn't see his equipment, I knew from the motion of his arms that he was masturbating.
"Oh my God!" I said, louder than I meant to.
Chad swung his head around to see me and in the same motion threw himself on the floor behind the bed, his eyes wide with terror.
I could feel the heat as my embarrassment crept up my neck to my face and I could see the same reaction in his face. My first impulse was to turn and run as Chad had done earlier but I knew that something had to be said and it was clear that I was going to have to be the one to initiate the conversation.
"We've got to stop meeting like this," I said with a smile. "People are going to talk."
"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Sinclair. Oh God. I am so embarrassed," he said.
"Chad, don't worry about it. It'll be our little secret. I promise."
"Oh man! Amy is going to kill me if she finds out."
"Chad, I just told you it's our secret and I meant it. You saw me doing pretty much the same thing in the bathroom - I've got just as much at stake in keeping this quiet as you do."
Then it suddenly dawned on me that Chad might have been masturbating because he saw me. That thought gave me a little guilty pleasure.
"I can't believe this happening to me," he said. His eyes were closed and he was shaking his head back and forth, still kneeling behind the protective cover of Amy's bed.
"For God's sake, Chad," I said, "get a grip on yourself."
He opened his eyes and then and a smirk crossed his face.
"That's pretty much what caused the whole problem in the first place," he said.
I burst out laughing and after a few seconds, so did Chad.
I walked over and sat on the end of the bed. Chad was still huddled on the floor. He hadn't made any attempt yet to put himself back together, so to speak, and I wondered if his erection had subsided yet.
"I meant what I said, Chad," I said softly. "I know how embarrassing this must be for you, but it's perfectly natural to masturbate. Hell, I'm a 38 year old woman and I still do it."
"I know. I mean I had no idea until I . . . you know, saw you," he said. "And I wasn't trying to spy on you, honest, I just happened to walk by and the door was open and you were . . . there, you know and . . . "
"It's not your fault," I said. "I'm not blaming you, I'm not angry with you, I'm not . . . anything. I'm not even embarrassed anymore. I should probably go now and let you, uh, finish what you started."
"After what just happened I'm never going to do this again," he said. "I swear!"
I smiled at him.
"How old are you?" I asked.
"Believe me you'll do it again. Lots and lots. Have you and Amy ever . . . I mean, this is probably none of my business, but are you two, you know, uh, sexually active?"
"You're both still virgins?"
"Well that's probably a good thing, I mean you're both still pretty young, although I'm guessing you wish you were, you know, active." I said.
"So Chad, since we've come to know each other so, uh, intimately already this morning, can I ask you another personal question?"
I could feel my heart racing, as I pursued this line of questioning. My pussy, which had still been a little damp from the shower, was positively dripping now and I wondered how long before my panties were soaked through and it started to show through my shorts.
"Sure, go ahead and ask," Chad said. He was still crouched in the same position, but his manner seemed a little more at ease.
"Have you have ever had someone else, a girl I mean, touch you the way you were just touching yourself?"
"No," he said.
"Are you still hard? I mean is it still, um, erect?" I took the liberty of leaning forward to take a look.