Mr. Pearson was away on travel again. I had met him about four weeks ago and borrowed some money from him to fix my car, well anyway, when I tried to repay him, he said it was a gift and to just forget it. That's when I asked him if there were some way I could sort of work it off by doing some sort of jobs for him. After thinking for a moment he asked if I'd be willing to take care of his house when he was out of town. It was an easy job and it left me plenty of time for my college courses.
Three weeks later, when I got evicted from my apartment because I was so far behind with my rent, I couldn't think of anywhere to go except to him. Since he was out of town most of the time, I asked him if I could stay in one of his spare bedrooms until the end of my semester at college.
He agreed but I had to promise not to have any parties or such that would upset his neighbors. I promised, and that's when Susie, my best friend, helped me move in and get settled.
What made it so great was that I had free room and board, and the use of his pool and all I had to do was bring in his mail, be sure the place was kept clean, and straighten things up once in a while.
It was sort of lonesome there all by myself and I finally asked him if I could ask Susie, my best friend, over sometimes to go swimming with me. Again he agreed but looked at me rather suspiciously. Actually I think at this point that he was sort of going out of his way to please me. Hell I liked it that someone cared for me, since I had lost my parents several years earlier.
Well one day when Susie and I were lying around the pool, tanning, he arrived home unexpectedly..and came out to the pool wearing a pair light blue Speedos.
He had come out so quickly and quietly that I hardly had time to sit up when I heard the sliding glass door open. I was frightened he might be upset, so I quickly got up and introduced Susie to him, explaining that she was my very best friend and reminded him that he had said it would be ok.
It didn't seem to bother him in the least, and he actually asked the two of us if we wanted to go out to dinner with him that night. Susie hadn't brought any decent clothes over, so she begged off, and feeling uncomfortable, excusing herself I walked her out to her car.
She stood with the car door open and her mouth hanging open. "Oh my god Kelsey, he's, he's gorgeous. He looks like one of those Chippendale guys that girls get for their bachelorette parties."
I had to agree. I was aghast too. I hadn't seen him in a pair of trunks either, so I never suspected what a hunk he really was. Anyway, I returned to the pool and lay on my tummy, undid my bra and bikini bottoms and began to tan. I was sort of showing off for him and thought I could explain my baring my back by telling him I was hoping not to get those tan lines that I hate so much.
Fifteen minutes later he came over to me and looked down.
"You're going to get one hell of a burn Kelsey. You'd better get some lotion on or cover up a bit."
I turned my head and lifted up just enough so my breasts cleared the lounger and asked him if he could put some lotion on my back.
I thought he would refuse and just hand me the tube and go away, but he must have realized that it's difficult to oil up your own back, so he knelt down and began to rub the cream into my back.
I mean he oiled me up from my neck to my heels, not missing one inch. I thought he would hesitate when he got to my ass, but he didn't. Actually he never lingered in one spot longer than absolutely necessary, but just long enough to massage the cream in. When he was done, he returned to his lounger.
Twenty minutes later he dove in and did a few laps before getting out and toweling off. I think he was going to go in the house and that's when I got a bit panicky. I didn't want him to leave. Without really thinking, I did something foolish.
I rolled over onto my back and lay there completely uncovered. He hadn't seen me yet and just as he was getting up to go to the door, I called out.
"Mr. Pearson? Could you get me the lotion? I'd like to stay out a little longer and get my front done too."
Turning he saw me and hesitated. A long moment passed and I held my breath. Then he walked back and picked up the tube and brought it over to me.
I kept my eyes closed and prayed. Suddenly I felt his fingers rubbing the cream into my forehead and over my face.
I was surprised when he continued to mass it in, moving lower his hands moved over my shoulders and throat. I held my breath and waited.
He didn't hesitate. His hands moved down and he rubbed the cream into each of my breasts, lingering just long enough to rub it in, but not a moment longer. My nipples began to swell and become sensitive under his palms.
When he moved lower, across my tummy, I took a deep breath and waited. Would he or wouldn't he, I wondered.
Without hesitation, he continued down, coating my hips and upper thighs, then I couldn't help myself. I inched my legs slightly apart almost inviting him to apply the cream there too. His hands continued to the insides of my thighs and over my pussy. Again he didn't linger, or do anything invasive, but just massage everything that was exposed.
By the time he got to my ankles I was on the verge of having an orgasm and my breath was coming in short gasps.
Standing, he looked down and commented: "Kelsey, I wouldn't overdo it. You're getting pink, and some places really don't need all that much sun. Just be careful will you?" Then he turned and instead of going in, went back to the other lounger and lay down.
I knew the place he was referring to about not needing much sun, was bare pussy. I had just shaved it this morning and it was tender and should have been covered, but I wanted him to see and touch me there.
I mumbled something about just a few more minutes and waited. From that moment on it was sort of a game. I watched him to see if he was getting a hard on, and see if I could catch him taking sneak peeks at me.
He must have known he had aroused me. My nipples were swollen and my breath was still coming in long measured gasps. And I was sort of panting which made my breasts rise and fall. My pussy was doing a dance and I swear it was beginning to weep. I get very wet and creamy when I get excited.
All the while I kept watching his crotch and I could swear it was quite a bit larger now than when he first came out.
Anyway, he finally got up and went in. I followed three or four minutes later and since I he had seen me nude, I didn't even bother to put my bikini back on, I just sauntered back in stark naked, and went to my room.
I was on the phone with Susie telling her what I had just done when he knocked softly on my door. "Better get ready Kelsey the reservations are for six and we have to be ready."
I cut the call short, bathed, put on my make up, and we went to dinner.
That night, during dinner, I had too much to drink, but so did he, I think. He drinks these highballs called "Jackhammers." Vodka and pineapple juice. Well anyway when we got home I wanted to keep on drinking. I was feeling really relaxed and mellow, so I made a pitcher of his vodka things and poured two, handing him one.
And I began. "You know Mr. Pearson, er... Ned, I think we get along pretty well, don't you? I mean things are working out really good between us and I was sort of wondering about something."
He looked questioningly at me as I continued.
"I was thinking since you're not involved with anyone right now, and neither am I and well, I sort of have times when I kind of need to... you know, relieve my tensions."
I blushed at my own forwardness and watched his face. A cute smile crossed his lips as if he understood and yet was a bit embarrassed.
I took another gulp of my drink and went on. "Anyway, I guess guys have times like that too and since neither of us has anyone to... sort of help us, I was wondering why we couldn't team up and...maybe do that for each other sometimes. You know, no commitments or anything, just two people who like each other...you know, taking care of each other."
Thank god for the drinks, I thought. Maybe he's mellow enough to consider it.
He looked at me sort of dumbly and thought before asking. "What do you mean by helping each other? You know I'm a good bit older than you are Kelsey and I don't want anything to happen that gets serious or complicated."
I was panicked, and thinking he wouldn't go for it, quickly went on to try and explain my way out of this. "Well, when you were at the pool with me this afternoon, and you helped put on the suntan lotion, well that was one of those times for me. Actually, in another minute I would have finished. That's the sort of thing I was thinking about. You know when I get all keyed up you might just help me a little like that and it would be a nice way to finish, and I could do something for you sort of like that too."
For the first time he lost his cool. "You mean you want me to make you orgasm and you want to do the same to me? How? I mean... Oh god Kelsey that's dangerous. Sure it's one thing to give you a massage or something if that helps you but what are you thinking about doing to me?"
I looked straight in his eyes and answered. "Give you a hand job, or something. It's always better when someone else does it for you, don't you think?"
I thought I had gone too far. He probably had known the answer, but never expected to actually hear me say it. And I began to get flushed at the thought of what I had proposed.
He looked at me and asked: "Are you serious Kelsey? Sure it sounds, sort of erotic and all, but you're so young."
"Not that young, Ned, and actually I'm in one of those moods right now just thinking about it. Why don't we just try it this once and see if it works for us. If it's too embarrassing or anything we can just forget that I suggested it."
"You mean now? Where? Here, tonight? This is crazy."
