The Unassuming

They call us creatures of comfort and I was living proof of that. I spent most of my free time sitting in front a television kicking ass at the latest video games. It was this comfort that forced my mothers hand in doing what she could to get me out of the house against my own will.

I wasn't an introvert, I just fell into that generational addiction to gaming. I was 18 and fresh out of high school, most of my friends were still completing their last semester so I had a bunch of extra time on my hands.

"I can't have you sitting around here all day playing those damned games" was how it all started. I had heard the complaint before and took it with a grain of salt in the past.

This time was different, she didn't just walk away after ripping me a new one over the sad state of my bedroom. "Aunt Jessica has some stuff she needs cleared out of her garage and I volunteered you" she stated a stern tone in her voice.

So off I went the next day down the block to Aunt Jessica. She wasn't a relative, just a close friend of my mother who had become a nominated aunt. All us kids called each others mothers aunt simply because of how close the mothers were.

Most of the women in my neighborhood had married young and started families almost simultaneously. One of those things that happen in newly created neighborhood of houses. It was the place at the time newlyweds came and bought their American dream.

Aunt Jessica in here late 30's, 39 if I had to put a finger on it. I would hear the jokes at dinners about how she had been 35 for a few years now. She was an energetic woman whom I saw for years as part of the mother jogging club, they would speed walk in the mornings as we would wait for our bus to pick us up.

Always in trendy workout clothing with a sense of modesty. She was a mere 5' 6", blonde, and blue eyes. I hadn't had many opportunities to check out her body but I assumed her power walks kept things toned.

I arrived at Jessica's door a few minutes later and rang the doorbell. It was ten in the morning so I knew her husband wasn't home, his car was gone and her daughters would be at school.

Jessica scrambled to the door and greeted me still in her robe. She seemed a bit disheveled and apologized for her appearance. I was polite and bid her a good morning. She offered me a cup of coffee while we discussed what she needed done.

Three hours later, a quarter of the contents of her garage were in the garbage bins. Her husband seemed to love buying every marketed product on an infomercial. It was astounding the amount of crap they had accrued and stored. I was covered in dust and dirt from the process but I had gotten it done in record time.

I made my way back into the house to let aunt Jessica known I was done. I found her on the couch face down, moaning in agony. "What's wrong" I asked her.

She grunted out a muffled distorted reply. I raced to the kitchen and got her a glass of water thinking it would somehow help. I set it down on the coffee table and tried to help her up. This only caused her to grunt even more. "My back is killing me" she managed to get out.

My mother in the past had asked me to rub her feet so I had learned a few things about working out pain and tension. Instinctively I put my hands on her back and started to work her muscles as best I could. Occasionally I would hear a yelp or two but for the most part she seemed to relax.

I kept massaging until my hands, but mostly my thumbs started to hurt. When I was done I stepped back and saw her sleeping. I quietly made my way out of the house and headed home to clean up.

I was back in front of my television gaming away an hour later. Fresh from a shower and a change of clothes. My mother came into my room ready to start complaining about something but I cut her off and informed her I was done over at Aunt Jessica's and just wanted to relax for a bit. I guess it was enough for her because off she went.

Two days later my mother announces that Aunt Jessica was very happy with my work and was offering to pay me for it. My mother had declined for me but had been talked into allowing me to have lunch as a payment itself. I wasn't happy but I conceded and accepted my fate.

Later that day I sat in Jessica's kitchen and dug into some penne ala vodka and made small talk. We talked about college, driving, parties, and my early graduation.

Soon enough the conversation talked to a few days ago and how thankful she was that I had been there to help her. She told me about her long battle with back issues but had rarely been able to find relief in anything other than her doctors prescription. Regular massages weren't in the family budget so she had to make due as best she could.

I was just happy to be of help and in my eagerness offered to massage her back whenever she needed it. She was happy and excited by this but made a point to say it had to be between us because some people might take my help the wrong way.

This became the routine, we would have lunch and I would rub her back for an hour or so. I had taken some of my free time to watching videos on how to massage and became better at it with practice. The massages were innocent enough, she was mostly in her casual wear and dressed shoulder to ankle, but my hands started straying farther south until I was now massaging the entire back of her minus her ass.

Her sighs and the lack grunts gave me the impression that she was enjoying it and I was doing a good job at it. That went on for about two weeks almost every other day.

Mom was pleased I was spending more time out of the house and helping her friend around the house. "Being useful" were her exact words. Jessica was pleasant enough that I wasn't bored by her conversation and her company.

One day during our normal lunch and massage days she said she was going to change to something more comfortable for her massage. I sat in my chair finishing up my food and then washed our dishes. Jessica laid on the couch in her workout clothing, it was most but with her laying down the fabric became pulled closely to her body and it showed a perfect imprint of her body.

I took my position on the side of the couch and got to it. As I worked on her body I started seeing Jessica as a woman, a real woman for the first time. It wasn't that I didn't see her as one, I just never thought of her in a sexual manner.

So each day we met for lunch she would go up and change, I did notice she started wearing new workout clothing, stuff made of spandex instead of that flowing polyester/cotton stuff she normally wore. I thought nothing of it but appreciated being able to feast my eyes on her body.

I never played out of line but I was becoming more bold. My hands more forceful and full of confidence. Jessica was changing the dynamic and so would I. Instead of jeans I started wearing running shorts with nothing underneath.

My dick hanging there was obvious, when I would get erect it was also obvious. She seemed to not notice or just choose to make nothing of it. One really hot day she suggested we jump into the pool before her massage to cool off and stretch our muscles.

We did laps and splashed each other for about half an hour before making our way to the loungers in her yard. We were both still soaked, she in her workout gear and I in my running shorts.

I spread suntan lotion on my torso, electing to keep my t-shirt off and walked over to her and started massaging her back a bit. I did about ten minutes on her upper back and lower back before I got to her ass. I massaged both globes as I straddled her legs, the cold water of the pool having kept my dick under control.

"Was that a moan" I asked myself but kept rubbing away, my thumbs sliding down between her legs when I came to the end of her ass. "The sun is too strong today, lets go inside" she said.

I lifted myself up and helped her to her feet then followed her inside. She tossed me a towel and instructed me to dry up but toss my shorts into the dryer, so she wouldn't be sending me home to make a mess of my mothers floor. She vanished upstairs for ten minutes, I can only assume she took a quick shower but when she returned she was wearing her house robe.

All I had on was the towel wrapped around my waist. She made fun of that and stated she had seen men in underwear before. This was the first time she had referred to me as a man, but I informed her I wasn't wearing any so that I needed the towel.

Aunt Jessica passed by the couch and instead laid down on the carpet. She had pulled the robe open as she did so it lay on her with her bare front pressed against the carpet.

She had done so modestly as to not give me a view of it. I knelt at her side and bunched the robe up so it covered the sides of her boobs and her ass. I grabbed an ankle and started massaging them.

Slowly I made my way up that leg to mid thigh and switched to the other. I could see Aunt Jessica's face laying sideways on the rug and her eyes were closed but her lips parted a bit. I was hard now, and it lifted up the towel a bit, I was happy her eyes were closed and she wouldn't catch it.

Once I was done with that leg at mid thigh I moved my position and started working her shoulders and upper back, this was the part that often makes my hands cramp. I made quick work of it and started working lower until I was mid back.

"You do such a great job when you straddle my legs and work on my lower back" she said while keeping her eyes closed. Without thinking I swung a leg over the back of her thighs. My dick popped right out through the opening of the towel which quickly became undone, she must have felt it's material and weight hit her legs but said nothing.

It was trapped between us now and I couldn't get a position to slide it out without her noticing so I left it. Her eyes were closed and if I could manage to get through her lower back I would be able to make a quick move and throw it on before she opened her eyes.

I leaned forward and resumed my massage trying to get it down quickly. The robe was now bunch over her hips and ass. The pre-cum my cock was producing started dripping down and causing long strands from my tip to the material, my dick a mere handful of inches away from it. She moaned a bit more consistently as I worked her lower back, with one hand she reached for the robe material and in an effort to readjust it left part of her ass naked.

"You've already seen half of it" she said before pulling it all the way off. I could now see her entire ass, and the crack of it. I wasn't in a vantage point where I could see directly between her legs.

I kept working her lower back and her hips started moving a bit. This was a first, I was trying to keep my dick from making contact with her. I was nearing her ass and planned on making more quick work of that, yet this time when my fingers slid through her inner thighs I felt wetness and pubic hair.

It was too much for me, i nearly came on her back then then and there. On the third slide of my thumbs she lifted her ass some and she moaned louder through her parted lips.

In an effort to move my hands off her ass and my thumbs away from her pussy, I went to move up her back and lost my balance. I fell face forward onto her back, her eyes shot open. "Oh my god you are naked, where is the towel" she panted.

I tried to apologize and lift myself up but she grabbed one of my wrists and wiggled her ass at me. "you shouldn't be naked on me like this" but she didn't stop moving her ass. I reached down between us with my one free hand and before she could object pushed my dick into her pussy.

It was just the head but it was enough, I came right then and there. She moaned and gasped at my intrusion and the feel of my cum. I laid there panting when she said "I think you should go".

I got up went to the dryer grabbed my shorts, threw on my shirt, slipped my feet into my flip flops and left. On my way out I didn't see Aunt Jessica but I hoped I hadn't made a huge mistake.

(More to come...)