Surprised spectators

Your climax is cut frustratingly short as you hear two astonished gasps from the other side of the open elevator doors. Startled, you turn your head to see a woman, possibly in her mid to late forties, with a shocked and appalled expression on her face. Standing next to her is a rather innocent looking teenage boy with a wide-eyed expression on his face. A part of you wonders if he has turned eighteen yet, but you have no way of knowing.

The mother's mouth opens and closes a few times, trying to form words as you and Steve straighten yourselves up. Finally, she manages to say, "You two should be ashamed of yourselves! Don't you know there are children who stay in this hotel? I have half a mind to call the police right now!"

Very smoothly, Steve apologizes while taking your hand as you both step out of the elevator. "I'm very sorry ma'am. Believe me, we're both very embarrassed by this. It won't happen again, I assure you."

Eyes lowered and cheeks flushed with embarrassment, you step past the fuming mother. Just then, you happen to notice that her son is pitching quite an impressive tent in his trousers. The weight of embarrassment ebbs with the rush of self-confidence this boy's reaction gives you. As you look up and make eye contact with him, you know the only thought in this boy's head is how much he wants to lose his innocence to you right now. Just before leaving the pair behind as Steve guides you down the hall, you give the boy a wink and a knowing smile.

As you walk away, you hear the boy gasp, whimper, and finally let out a long moan. "Oh my God! Duncan, what's happening?" you hear the mother exclaim worriedly. A satisfied grin spreads across your face as you realize what just happened. I just made a boy cream his pants without even touching him, you proudly think to yourself as you direct Steve to your room.