Billy loved his body. Why shouldn't he be? He had dedicated time, work, and money to it. He was no longer that scrawny little runt he had been when he started high school. No, now, as he prepared to graduate, he was a beefcake all the ladies drooled over. He wore only the bare minimum school would allow, even less afterhours. He loved the feeling of their hungry, lustful eyes eating him up. He was a muscle god.
The downside to be said god were the sore muscles his daily workouts caused. Nothing he tried soothed them the way he liked. Not since he was banned from the hot tub in the school gym anyway. It wasn't his fault it worked better without his clothes on.
One day as he walked home, he spotted the solution to his problem. A shiny new hot tub had been built into the backyard of one of the homes. That was perfect! So, he began to watch. The home belonged to an older Indian woman. He never saw her use the tub. Shame. A nice tub like that shouldn't go to waste. Billy settled on his plan of action. He noted her comings and goings. He was certain he'd memorized her schedule. Tonight, was going to be the night.
He wore his trunks for the walk over. If anyone saw him, they wouldn't think twice, he reasoned. Reaching her yard, he checked around to make sure no one was watching. He sauntered up to the pool and slipped off his trunks. After a good stretch, he turned on the jets and slipped in. Lord, this felt wonderful. He sank down and let himself get lost in the soothing spray. He was so lost he failed to notice to brown hand gently lift up his discarded trunks and carry them away.
He didn't hear nor see anything until the splash. He shot like he'd been slapped. He must have dozed off. Did something fall into the tub? When his groggy mind finally took in the sight before him his jaw nearly fell off. The homeowner stood over him. She looked nothing like she had before. Gone were the more traditional Indian style clothing she had been wearing. With them she seemed to lose ten years. She was still older than he was, somewhere in her forties maybe, but she looked virile, lively, and... fucking hot. All she wore was a tiny gold bikini that showed off all her curves in all the right ways.
Her ass was clearly massive but obscured by the way she was standing. Her breasts were not. They were larger than his head, firm and seemed very natural. Her face held the elegance of a supermodel but the fierce playfulness of a cat cornering its prey. Her curves weren't the only things the bikini showed off. It also highlighted her own muscles. No, it was impossible. This lady had muscles that put his own to shame. How? How was that possible.
"It's rude to stare, young man."
Billy just sat there, stuttering up at her.
"Now, what am I going to do with you? You do know trespassing is a crime, don't you?"
The sweat on his brow wasn't just from the hot tub now.
"Maybe we should get the cops involved."
Billy's heart was trying to beat free from his chest. She raised her long, powerful leg out of the water and laid it gently on his lap, on his dick. She didn't press, just let it rest. The effect was the same. Billy wasn't moving an inch.
"Please... don't..."
Did he mean the cops or her pressing down? Even he didn't know.
"Of course," she went on, ignoring his pleas, "that would mean letting you go. It's rare to catch a little muscle baby like you in the wild. It would be a shame to let that body of yours go to waste. No matter how small it is."
Baby? Small? He hadn't been called that in years. Yet, looking at her he knew he was. He was nothing compared to this Indian amazon.
"I'll leave that choice to you. Will you leave now and enter the criminal justice system? Or will you stay here? At my mercy? Until I allow you to leave?"
Billy sat there, panting, looking up at her. He was more than just in awe at her powerful physique. He was in lust. This woman was everything he never knew he wanted.
"Stay!"
"Good choice."
She sat down across from him.
"Name."
"Billy."
"From this moment on I am your Auntie."
"Auntie?"
