Meeting Tom, a teenage neighbour

It was nearing noon on a warm summer day. I had done my morning yoga and prepared a dinner for three (I had always made the meals myself) and now I wanted to deepen my already impressive tan. I went out wearing a rather skimpy thong bikini. I had a pool by the house, it was technically an indoor one, but three of the walls (these not adjacent to the main building) could be opened. On the outside was a space for sunbeds, garden chairs and such. As I got there I noticed Tom, the neighbour’s son, coming my way through the garden. We had a really friendly relation with the neighbours - Jane and Mitchell, our gardens were separated only by a small symbolic fence with a gate that was open most of the time. It was a common custom for both sides to go that way rather than from the front, most of the visits were unannounced.

Tom was Jesse’s friend although they attended different schools. He was tall, athletic and extremely handsome. He might have been only eighteen, but looked really mature.

“Good morning, missus Eve. Is Jesse home? Sorry for interrupting you.”

“Hello, Tom,” I said with a friendly welcoming smile, “you’re not interrupting, I was just about to sunbathe. Sorry, but Jesse’s not here.”

Tom was polite and composed enough not to stare at my body too much. But to be honest I would not mind if he was a bit less disciplined. Is there a better compliment for a mature woman than the admiration of a young handsome man?

“In that case I could rub your back with oil,” he had always been forward.

“Thank you, I appreciate that.”

I laid on the sunbed on my belly and undid the straps of my top. I could not see it, but I was sure that by now Tom was shamelessly ogling my booty; I became more aware of the thong. A cool lotion spilled all over my back and was soon followed by warm palms that managed to be strong and gentle at the same time. Tom thoroughly spread the lotion throughout my entire back, arms and shoulders. It might have taken him a little longer than necessary, but his touch never became inappropriate. As he was rubbing the oil into my upper back and neck he said:

“You seem quite tense, missus Eve.”

“I do?”

“Yes, your muscles should be more relaxed while you lie motionless. You exercise a lot, don’t you?”

“Yes, but I stretch as often.”

“But how often do you have a massage?”

“Occasionally.”

“I could do that for you. I finished a course only recently. You could use a massage and I could use some practice.”

“That’s kind of you. I gladly accept the proposal.”

“I could do that today if you have the time…”

“Five PM?”

“Deal!”

As we spoke Tom once again rubbed the oil into my back, completely unnecessary, but I was not going to complain, his hands felt really pleasurable.

“Do you want me to oil your legs too, missus Eve?”

“Yes, please.’

If he had not said that, I would have asked him myself.

Tom drew a line of lotion from my heel to the middle of the buttock, then began to rub it as thoroughly as before, beginning at the calf. He slowly moved to my thigh were there was a lot more skin to cover; you could say many compliments about my thighs, but not that they were slender. Tom maintained his meticulousness, he rubbed the sides of my thighs as well using both his hands. There was still nothing inappropriate about his touch, but for me it was getting somewhat arousing. I could almost sense his gaze on my buttocks and I knew that he was going to move his palms there soon. How was he going to maintain his ‘professional’ approach there? A small part of me was hoping that he would abandon the façade. I shook these thoughts away, he was my friend’s son, less than half my age.

Tom did not proceed to my buttock, he left the lotion there unspread and moved to the other calf, where he repeated the whole process. I got the feeling that he spent more time on my second thigh and that his touch was slightly less professional. What if I got wet?! He would surely notice that. Was he hard himself? He was eighteen, hu must have been hard by now. Damn it! These thoughts again. Tom’s activity was not helping with getting rid of them.

He finally got to my buttocks. Keep in mind that this part of my body is rather… full. Each buttock is definitely larger than the palm of a teenager, even as grown up as Tom. He tried to maintain his professional approach but failed and it were not just my dirty thoughts. He was still rubbing the lotion into my skin, but it felt more like groping… and it was awesome! I should have told him to stop, so he would not get ahead of himself, but how could I abandon such pleasure? Tom was clearly enjoying himself as much, massaging and squeezing my flesh. Mhmm…. I almost moaned! I barely managed to hold back the sound, that would have been totally inappropriate.

But Tom realised that he had gone too far as well. He removed his hand and said:

“There you go, missus Eve. The sun won’t hurt you now,” he wanted to sound relaxed but failed. The erection was perfectly clear in his voice.

“Thank you, Tom. You’re such a sweetheart. What would I do without you? See you at five.”

“No problem, missus Eve. Bye.”

I stared at his firm young booty as he walked away, I did not notice previously how tight his shorts were. I could not get a glimpse of the front of his shorts either, but I was confident that he had gotten hard anyway.

I spent the next hour lying in the sun; I rubbed the front of my body on my own. It was impossible not to think about Tom’s fit body and strong hands.