Invite her in and mess around.

My hand went to the doorknob.

"Hi," she greeted with a smile through the grating of the screen door.

"Hello." I noticed a pamphlet in her hand. "From the church, you said?"

"Yep." She raised her pamphlet before pushing it into her other hand. "All I need's a quick moment of your time! We just established a new branch out here and wanted to spread the word."

"Oh, cool," I opened the door. "Come in."

She looked surprised for a second. Probably wasn't expecting an actual invitation.

But, I guess you can say, I was feeling a little old-fashioned.

Walking in, she looked around. I guided her to the couches and took a seat across from her in the loveseat. She took the three-seater.

"Nice place," came her generic, but still sweet voiced compliment. "Very homely."

"Please," I said, "make yourself comfortable."

She blinked for a second. Then the air around her seemed to give way as her demeanor changed. She gave me a lazy smile as she kicked off her shoes and stretched.

"Whew," she yawned, rolling her shoulders back. "If you say so!" I watched her perky breasts through her shirt and swallowed. Very nice. Not bad at all.

"As I was saying," she continued, as she shifted her position in the couch to lie down on it, spreading her full body across its length. "We got this church and stuff. It's been soo long in the making, that I didn't know it would ever get done, you know! But well, there it is! Poof!" She shrugged a shoulder as she ran a hand through her hair, placing her head on the sofa arm and looking up at the ceiling innocently. A leg dangled off the couch, swinging back and forth.

I was going to probe her for more on this church thing. But with the casual way this stranger was suddenly chilling in my house, despite having an apparent agenda to push, and with that lithe body of hers, I was in the mood for something a little more proactive.

I looked at her, elbows on my knees, and thought casually, You should ask me to give you a massage.

Turning her head to me, the young woman blinked at my hands. Then back to my face. "Hey."

"Oh," I cleared my throat. "Yes?"

"Do you think you could give me a massage?" She pushed herself up against the arm, straightening her legs over the top of the couch seats. Then she gestured to her back. "I'm really sore from standing up and walking all morning."

"Really?" I asked, despite already standing up and going over to her. "How long?"

She chuckled awkwardly. "Well, to be honest, I only started 20 minutes ago, but..."

"20 minutes and you're already sore?" I asked, while thinking, You really want this massage.

"No, no! Honestly, I need a massage," she defended, turning her head to look at me as I gripped her shoulders, just one second away from squeezing. "Really, it would help." She looked at me with a cute, pleading half-pout. "Please, I beg of you, can you take one minute out of your time to help a rigid girl out?"

"You know you're in my home, right?" I raised an eyebrow at her.

She froze, and looked down apologetically. It seemed that, for a second, her previous understanding of house manners and courtesy flickered in her eyes. But then it washed away.

"I know. Sorry. It's just... I really don't have anyone else to ask."

After a sigh, I voiced my surrender. "Fine," I said. "Only 'cause I'm feeling nice today."

She breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. "Thank you so much." The girl looked at me gratefully before facing forward again.

I began squeezing her shoulders gently, feeling the strange eroticism of getting to place my hands on the body of a girl I never knew until today, who probably never would have asked me anything of this sort under any normal circumstance, and without any pretext of me actually having any skill as a masseuse whatsoever.

But hey, no getting distracted -- a massage was in order.

Sliding my hands up to her neck, then back to her shoulders, I eventually brought it down to her back. For a second, I neglected actually massaging her and just stroked the curvature of her back, allowing myself to luxuriate in feeling her body with racy notions without her picking up on it being racy in any way.

I asked her name, and she said it was Diane. I introduced myself as well.

Once I'd returned to giving her a proper back rub, she made a sound of approval. "Oh, that feels good."

"Would sure hope it does," I said wryly.

"Hey, you're the one who said to make myself comfortable," she retorted in a playful voice.

You're right, I thought. Then, outloud, I said, "So doesn't that mean you should be making yourself comfortable?"

Cocking her head at me, she gave me an amused expression. "What do you mean? This is already quite the hospitable treatment; not sure if I wanna, you know, impose any further..."

I decided I'd screw around with her and actually let her give me a lesson in virtues. Planting another thought in her head, I mentally asserted, You really want to masturbate right now, in front of me, for me to see. You don't want to go somewhere more private to do it. You can't avert to any other option. You know it's wrong, but you will figure out a way to make it work, in order to masturbate sufficiently.

Hands back on her shoulders, I waited as Diane sat there, facing forward, the back of her pretty nest of black hair facing me, wondering what she would do.