Jan

Note to readers: This is an encounter with my sister-in-law, which I thought was worth sharing. It does not eventuate in an all-out sex session. Sometimes the real world does not operate like that. As with anything, there is potential in all encounters and often times a foundation to build upon ...

There was a lunch on near my brother-in-law's place (my wife's brother). The agreement was that I would catch a train there (about one and a half hours) and then run to my brother-in-law's house only about five kms from the train station.

My wife had already dropped off a bag for me containing clothes and she had gone off to pick up her mother.

I was greeted by my sister-in-law (Jan) at the door. It was near 11:00am and already quite a warm day. So I was, understandably, a bit of a sweaty mess.

She took me inside and immediately gushed, "You look good!" "You look really good".

I was a bit surprised with her comments but then I shouldn't have been. For the past 10 months or so I had been working out (weights and cardio) for about 30 minutes a day. Every session had been tough and usually left me worn out on the floor.

Nobody in my family had mentioned anything as they saw me every day and presumably all my improvements had been incremental. I hadn't seen Jan however for some nine months.

I was wearing a running singlet which showed off my arms. Jan had always been very friendly and a touch "flirty" and she playfully squeezed my bicep and let out a warm laugh.

I was keen to have a shower and Jan went off to grab me a towel. I started stripping off. I was down to my underwear and still waiting for Jan. What was taking her so long? Should I just jump in the shower and get her to throw the towel in the bathroom?

At that moment I saw my reflection in the mirror and regarded my body as Jan might have. I was very happy with how I was looking. My arms were well defined, as was my chest. Best of all, my stomach was flat, which was always a problem spot for men like me in their 40's.

Jan arrived with the towel and apologies and brought it straight into the bathroom. She continued on our conversation we had been half way through as if I wasn't standing there in my underwear with the water running.

To this date I'm still not sure why I did what I did next but while she was talking, I turned my back on her, dropped my underwear and stepped into the shower. A bit rude, may be but she didn't seem to miss a beat in the conversation which had now moved onto holiday plans.

The shower was already nice and warm and had steamed up the glass door at least half way up. I soaped up myself and washed myself all over. Jan and I had become fond of each other over the years and it felt like I was just having a conversation with my wife standing in the bathroom.

I was happy to notice that given I was in a state of mixed arousal and nervousness, my dick was neither erect nor short and shrivelled. Rather, it was hanging nicely between my legs. I was sure that Jan could only glance glimpses of it through the steamed-up glass as I moved around and washed myself.

There was a pause in the conversation and I just remained under the water. "Well, I'm just about done", I announced. This was my way of giving her an opportunity to leave before I got out. Instead, she grabbed the towel and held it at arm's-length for me. I was happy she stuck around.

I turned off the taps, opened the glass door and stepped onto the mat. Jan's eyes immediately dropped down to my waist and she took in for the first time my nicely trimmed, albeit wet, cock.

She seemed to pull back the towel slightly so that I had to actually reach out and grab it from her. She seemed very comfortable with my nakedness.

I took the towel and dried off. I tried to dry off as I normally would but it's a strange thing to do while someone is watching.

Just about done, I realised I didn't have any clothes with me. They were in a bag my wife had dropped off for me. I didn't know where it was.

As I asked Jan for the bag I, for some reason, handed her the towel rather than wrap it around myself. Now, I was completely naked with no steamed-up glass nor towelling fabric to hide behind. She accepted the towel and told me that the bag was in the guest room.

She left the bathroom and I followed her down the hallway. Her mind had been ticking over because as we entered the guest room, she turned to me and asked if I needed a massage after my big run. I don't remember her exact words.

It was a stretch to call my run big at all but after 10 months of working out, often with fatigued arms and legs, who was I to turn down a massage. I agreed. Again, I can't recall what I actually said.

She laid down my towel on the bed and I crawled up onto it, face down. Immediately I could feel the wetness of the towel and suggested we should use a dry towel, more for the bed rather than me. She apologised and walked quickly back down the hallway. Ok, false start. I was hoping that wouldn't affect things.

She soon came back with a fresh towel and a smile. I was sitting on the edge of the bed but soon resumed my position, lying on my front. I discovered that she had also come back with some moisturiser, so the change of towel wasn't a bad thing.

She ran a hand up the back of my calves. I was careful to keep my legs reasonably closed at this stage. Soon enough she proceeded up the back of my legs and just below the buttock line. Despite where this may eventually get to, it was actually a very good massage.

She skipped my backside altogether and went to my lower back. In doing so, her hands dropped occasionally to each ass check, but she didn't linger long.

Onwards and upwards, she went to my upper back, my shoulders and the back of my arms. (I'm progressing the massage quicker than it happened) but eventually she asked in a tone that wasn't quite a whisper but also not her normal voice, "Can you turnover?" This is what I had been waiting for.

I turned over. Happily, my cock wasn't erect. It would have been a bit embarrassing to turn over with a full-on erection. Still, she couldn't help but look down at my cock. I grabbed the pillow from behind me so I could sit my head up a bit.

Jan went back down to my legs. This time, I opened up my legs slightly in case she wanted to massage my inner thighs.

She really started going to town on my thighs and the combination of being so close to my cock and giving it regular glances, soon caused a familiar stirring and a hardening up. Soon her finger tips were grazing my balls. I'd had enough massages to know that this was very rarely done by accident.

Soon my cock was fully erect and rampant. It twitched and Jan couldn't help but respond. "Wow, she said". "A great body and a big cock". We both laughed at this and that eased the tension.

After a bit, I desperately wanted her to grab my cock and wank the crap out of it. I was getting the sense that this wasn't going to happen. I reached down and gave my dick a quick pull and to show her where my focus was -- if she didn't know already. After doing this a couple of times, Jan was encouraged to take hold of it herself. She wasn't about to pull on it however -- she was just happy to hold it up with her warm, oily hand and regard it further.

Eventually she asked me if I wanted any moisturiser for it. I said yes and stuck my hand out. She picked up the bottle in one hand, squirted it into her other and then surprised me by liberally applying it directly onto my cock, giving it about four or five solid tugs in the process.

I was very happy with this and took over from her. As I attended to myself, her hand dropped down and touched my balls in a very nice and gentle way. She watched with full attention as I was quickly able to cum, the result of the build-up since first getting naked in front of her.

Jan watched keenly as I squeezed every ounce of cum out of the end of my cock. She then gave me a nice smile as if to say "mission accomplished". She produced some tissues seemingly out of nowhere and proceeded to clean up my cock. "You'll be needing another shower", she joked.

You could always count on Jan to break the tension. I couldn't wait for the next time I went to her place. I would make sure again that I ran there.