My mother was active in her college sorority for years after graduating, then did less and less as the years went by. One day an old sorority sister called to ask if she could stay with us for a few days. My mother didn’t know her very well because she was three years behind her at college, yet didn’t want to say “no” to a sorority sister either. ("You never say no to a Sister") So the woman came to visit our home near San Diego in May 1998. It turns out she was newly divorced and had little money but needed a break . My mother was outwardly sympathetic, but I heard her complain to my father more than once about being put-upon.. Because my mother worked and I was just 18 and trying to find summer work, I ended up “Looking after” the friend, whose name was Val, driving her around a little and showing her some sights.
I didn’t mind at all. Val was kind of attractive and outgoing. She knew our family had a pool and that’s half the reason she asked to visit. When I saw her in a bathing suit the second afternoon I stayed in the pool to hide my erection. Not at all a killer body, but very womanly. With hours to kill, we ended up talking a lot. I felt very grown up that she confided in me, saying she thought she’d be doing more things with my mother. We talked about boys and girls in a general sense, my girlfriends, her ex. At one point she offered to put sunscreen on the part of my back I couldn’t reach and I did the same for her. That may seem like nothing to most of you, but to an 18-year-old who had slept with one girl---briefly---it was a big deal, even if it lasted only a minute. I spent most of that minute eyeing Val’s ass. It was average size for a woman of 40, I guess. Plenty sexy to me. I studied the veins and skin marks all around her butt, the raised bumps when a breeze came along. Val said she’d lost 20 pounds since her divorce and was trying to lose more. I said she looked great, which she appreciated.
The 3rd afternoon we took turns putting lotion on each other and took a little longer. I did anyway and Val enjoyed it. She said she’d pay for a good massage if she had money, so I offered her an amateurs job for free. She said “deal” and I began by putting lotion on her arms and back and neck, “massaging” as best an amateur can, then moved to her feet. She loved the foot massage, and I loved touching her. I put gobs of lotion on her calves and legs and took as much time as I could. In truth, I was breathless and hard as a teenager could be. Val said she was enjoying the “session”, too.
I spent a long time on Val’s thighs. I loved their feel and I loved looking at the nearby crotch area of Val’s conservative bathing suit. Maybe because she had lost some weight it was slightly baggy, allowing me a view of some pale tender skin, skin not exposed to sunlight. Not pussy lips, but near them. That was thrill enough. Especially when Val spread her legs a little to give me more room. She quivered slightly a time or two, which I found very sexy.
