Note: The following story is entirely fictional and all of the characters are over 18 years of age.
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Hello. My name is Miguel and I live with my mother in the city of Boston. Although we live alone, we have a large extended family throughout the city's neighborhoods. As is our custom, we are often called upon to perform small favors for each other, depending on our skills.
This past summer, after finishing high school, and before starting college, I was looking to make some extra money. My mother's sister, my Aunt Carmen, told my mother that she needed her living room painted, and asked if I would be interested. Of course, I was, so I loaded my painting supplies and headed over to her apartment on sweltering August day. My aunt lives in a modest apartment in one of the meaner parts of town. I parked my truck across the street from her building, locked it, and headed in, carrying my gear.
After buzzing me in, I rode the elevator to the sixth floor. I had always liked my Aunt Carmen. She was only two years older than my mother, making her 39 this past summer. She had never married, which was a surprise to me because I found her extremely attractive. If she had a boyfriend, none of us knew about it. She worked hard and seemed to spend her money on clothes and personal accessories. She dyed her hair, so it was a sort of blonde-orange, but with her tan skin, it looked rather attractive. Like most of the women in my family, Aunt Carmen liked fancy clothes, jewelry, perfume, etc. Her hair was always styled and she always smelled great.
Aunt Carmen greeted me at the door with a big hug and a kiss. "Miguel!" she exclaimed, "I'm so glad you could come over." Although it was blazing hot outside, her apartment was cool and comfortable. She showed me around the living room, explaining what she wanted done and pointing out the various paints she had purchased.
"Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to get a little sun." Like some city-dwellers, she had taken to sunning herself on the roof of her building. I can only imagine what the neighbors thought, but, as much could be seen and a local beach or park, so what was the big deal?
As I set up my things, I realized that my Aunt was in the next room, stripping and putting on a bathing suit. My breath caught in my throat as I thought of the scene unfolding just a few feet away. Would she emerge in a bathing suit, or would she cover herself? On many family trips to lakes and beaches, I had often found myself staring at my Aunt Carmen. She wasn't tall, but she had beautiful legs. She had a large rear-end, but she carried it well. Without doubt, her most attractive feature was her lips. In spite of my self, I had often found myself fantasizing about kissing those lips, and more...
Aunt Carmen emerged from her bedroom, to my disappointment, wearing a robe over her suit. "Are you all set, honey", she called as she put a few things in a bag. "Sure, I'll be fine. Thanks!" She then entered the living room. "I'm only going up there for an hour. In case I fall asleep, would you be willing to get me? I want a little sun, but not too much! Wrinkles, you know!" With that she flashed me her beautiful smile, showing off her perfect teeth. "Sure, in one hour!" I promised. With that, she exited to climb the flight that would take her to the roof.
An hour passed, and I made some good progress. I checked my watch, and right on cue, I headed up to the roof. Emerging into the bright sun, I spotted my aunt at the far end of the roof. She was reclined on her chair, wearing a hat and a black bikini. Her head was tilted to the side and she looked to be asleep.
