Carla was enjoying herself, the movie was good, the wine was delicious, the lights were low, and the couch was comfy as a bed. Peter was doing his best to look manly with his beer at the other end of the couch, but his youth was as visible as starlight out on the prairie on a clear night. He was tall and strong for his nineteen years and had filled out all lean and muscle. He seemed a bit restless though, every once in a while his knees would bounce, or he would snap his fingers.
She really liked him and wished he would relax a bit more. He was great company in spite of his youth, and from good parents who had helped her and John a lot when they moved in next door to them ten years ago. In those early years she had even babysat him a few times. But today in the afternoon he had chopped wood for her stove for a few hours and that way definitely earned the dinner she had cooked for him. And she liked looking out for him a bit while his parents were away looking after his grandmother who had taken a bad fall. They would not be back for a few days and had asked her to keep an eye out for him.
After all the work he had quickly run home to take a shower, he smelled nice and fresh. Carla had used that opportunity to take a quick shower as well and change into a nice dress for dinner. Maybe the dress was a bit too low cut and short in retrospect. Normally she always wore jeans but today she wanted to show off her legs.
Peter even commented how nice she looked when he came in and given her a good once-over. But he was good company, smart, and well mannered. She also suspected he was horny, she caught him a few time glancing at her legs and butt. From the corner of her eyes she had even seen him reach into the front of his pants to make a quick adjustment when she had bent too deep over that little garbage can in the kitchen and the back of her skirt had hiked up almost all the way to her panties. It had surprised her because she was twice his age at 38, although all people at work kept telling her she looked so much younger. Being fairly short, half Japanese, and athletic from her gym work probably helped.
After she had seen him make that adjustment, she could not help herself and had done some similar teasing moves a few more times. It was nice to have a man in the house that she could play with, even a young one. It had been five years now since John died in that car accident, and her recent dating experiences had not been great. She had even opened an extra button on her blouse so he could sneak a peek at her bra when she bent down in front of him giving him his beer. And he did look, she saw his eyes flit over the top of her breasts before he pulled them away.
Carla wondered a bit if she was playing with fire. If she was not careful there would be consequences? But is was so pleasurable to have him around.
"Peter, do you like the movie?" she finally asked when she saw him shift around restlessly again.
"Yeeah, it's ok."
"Would you like to watch something else?"
"No, but if I can massage your feet it will give my hands something to do."
"Will that make you less restless?"
"I hope so, but no guarantees."
Carla wondered quickly if she was being played. But surely Peter was too young to contemplate anything. Or was he really devious and angling to sneak a peek up her skirt?
"Ok, I'll be right back with some massage oil."
Quickly she went to the bathroom where she kept some essential oils, one of which was a lightly scented one for massage purposes.
"Here you go, put a little bit on your hands, and let me see what you can do. Scoot over so I can stay in my seat."
Peter scooted to the middle, and blushed when she kicked off her slippers, sat down on his left, and put her feet in his lap. He felt her right foot rub against his boner standing straight behind his zipper. But to his relief Carla did not seem to notice. Carefully he put some drops of the oil in his hands and started on the little toe of her left foot. Soon he was using both his hands across all her toes.
"Oh, that is nice Peter, you have wonderful strong hands."
Peter did not know what to say, his erection was almost painful. He tried to keep watching the movie, but his eye kept roving to the left where Carla sat with her knees slightly up, unknowingly giving him a view of her legs all the way up, almost to her panties. Peter loved touching her and carefully massaged first her toes and then the top of her feet. Carla was completely relaxed and watching the movie which allowed him to move her feet and occasionally rub the left one against his penis.
When he started on the soles of her left foot, he pushed her right knee up a bit and put that foot high against his thigh to work with both hands on the other foot. It also spread her knees somewhat giving him a nice view all the way up her gorgeous legs. When he started on the right foot, he pushed the left foot all the way to his knees to maintain his view. Every once in a while, Carla softly groaned with the pleasure of having a foot massage.
When both feet were done Peter simply took some more oil and continued with her ankles and then her calves, carefully increasing the spacing between her knees. Carla loved what he was doing with her legs and enjoyed the physical attention from a man for the first time in a long time. However, when Peter reached her knees and continued with her lower thighs, she started to get worried. Peter had scooted over a few times, and she now was sitting with her knees across his lap, giving him a view all the way down her skirt if he cared to look. She had not caught him doing that yet, but maybe she missed it because of the movie.
When she felt his left hand travel all the way up her quads she worried even more. But it felt so good, and her muscles did need a massage after her 10 K run from yesterday. And she liked Peter, he was so cute, and his hands were so skilled. Carla also realized she was getting turned on, it had been such a long time since she had been with a man she really liked. She had finally started dating again half a year ago but had not really met anybody. The few one-night stands had left her feeling more alone than ever.
In the meantime Peter was on fire, he could not think of Carla as someone who was old enough to be his mother, if at all. His own mother was nearing sixty having had him late in life at 41. She was old enough to be Carla's mother, who was 21 years younger than his own mother. As far as he was concerned Carla was within striking distance. Plus, she looked a lot younger than her age, being somewhat petite, slim, and athletic. At the same time most people took him for 22 or older, so yes, he wanted her and was going to try to convince her to see him as a man.
Slowly he scooted over a bit more so his left hand could reach deep under her skirt. All the while he kept rubbing her feet and ankles with his right hand to distract her from what his left hand was doing. His left hand is where his mind was focused, he felt as if he had eyes and a nose on his fingertips as he roamed higher up under her skirt. He saw her panty outline in his mind, and his senses told him he could smell her muskiness. The soft skin of her thighs drove him crazy and edged him on to be more daring.
He pinched her toes a bit to distract her as he let his left-hand slide down between her thighs, massaging her leg as he searched for her heat. He did not quite dare to touch her core yet, so he let his hand drift to the outside of her mound where he gently rubbed the delicious soft skin of her upper thigh with his oiled fingers.
Slowly Carla became aware of the intimacy Peter was giving her, the feeling of his hands so close to her pussy was making her wet. But this was wrong, Peter was so much younger than her!
