Odd Jobs

The justifications came fast and furious as I accepted a blow job from Zelda, my tenant, the daughter of my best friend and a girl less than half my age. Making a list of reasons why it was okay to be having that particular girl sucking my cock, I hedonistically enjoyed the fabulous sensations while a remote, almost separate part of my mind squirmed, trying to twist what was happening into something okay to be doing.

Enjoying her warm, wet mouth enthusiastically sliding so deliciously over my erection, I recalled her doing that nine months before, in the winter. I'd been astonished by her desire to have sex with me then, and was once again blow away that she was willing to blow me.

Zelda took my cock deep into her mouth, as far back as she could into her throat and I groaned as sensations flooded through me. Appearing perfectly happy, Zelda moved her succulent mouth up and down my shaft, clearly relishing the sucking me as she explored as much of my cock as her lips and tongue could reach. I was certainly enjoying it. As she lightly ran her trim, working-woman's fingernails over my balls and exposed shaft, she grinned, teasing me exquisitely.

A selfish, approval hungry part of me unworthily thought maybe I deserved to have a teenager sucking me off. It wasn't the first time, so why fight it now? But I had tried to stop her. Feebly, but I'd made an effort.

In and out, Zelda suckled me, moving her mouth over my hard-on and I hoped she was enjoying having me in her mouth as much as I was enjoying being there. It was difficult to say looking down at her face, the small woman on her knees, peering up at me as she took me deep in her throat, her tongue dancing all over the underside of my member.

I felt shocked, terrified and mesmerized all at once, but, I admit I'd stopped asking her to stop pretty much as soon as she lowered her mouth to my pole and kissed the knob. A depraved part of me argued why not just let it happen, if she wants it too? I'd wanted her to put my erection in her mouth for so long, I didn't know how to resist, same as last time.

Nine months. Nine months pretending I hadn't fucked her daughter whenever around Zelda's mom, Lizbeth. Almost a year pretending to those that worried about me that I hadn't had any sex in years. Pretending to myself that I was cool to never repeat what had happened late one night when Zelda got scared and crawled into bed with me.

Zelda had known me her whole life. I was friends with her parents before she was even born, I've known her mom since college and have been like an Uncle to Zelda forever. The realization that she had wanted me for a long time when she crawled into my bed last winter and then letting her seduce me had been pretty disturbing. It was weird because, among many reasons, she'd used to always want her mom and I to get to together in spite of us repeated letting Zelda know Lizbeth and I were more like siblings.

For years she'd tried to get her Mom to be with me, but we insisted that we were too much like brother and sister to have a romance and eventually Zelda had dropped it. Yet somewhere inside, it seemed something had been percolating inside her fertile mind.

Last time we'd slept together, Zelda told me she compared her lovers at University to me and found them lacking. After fulfilling her fantasy of sleeping with me, I couldn't help but wonder if she'd been with anyone since and if I still measured up to her original fantasy.

Zelda happily continued deep-throating me as I remembered the moment I realized she'd wanted to have sex with me snuggled in my guest bed in her Mom's house. It had been a chilly winter night and a frightened nocturnal visitor crept into my bed and seduced me in spite of my rather feeble efforts to dissuade her. We'd always been close because I was the kind of family friend that would come by and pay attention to her when the other grown-ups just wanted to talk to each other. I was among the first to treat her like a grown up and tried to never make her feel anything other than safe, loved and special, so taking advantage of her was not something I'd wanted to do.

However, I could never deny her anything she really wanted and she proved that night what she wanted was me. Back when her parents split up and later when she and her Mom moved away, I'd done my best to be someone she could trust and connect with. Whenever she and her mom needed my help with anything, I was there, if possible.

Removing my cock from her mouth, Zelda began to run her soft lips up and down the sides of my shaft, her tongue wriggling along my flesh, teasing me. The lewd way she used her mouth made me moan deep in my throat, making Zelda smile. It was excitingly taboo to be engaged in a sex act with her and the more excited she got the greater the titillation I felt.

Zelda had gushed over my physique that first night, which felt amazing coming from someone as adorable, attractive and sexy as Zelda was. I'm a working man who, eats healthily and doesn't over indulge in much of anything, but in my forties, balding, greying and stuck in my ways, I never anticipated a woman still in her teens would ever want me. But twice now she had slipped past my defences and seduced me.

As Zelda began to suck and bathe my balls, my justifications continued.

'She does owe me rent...' I uncharitably thought.

Zelda was broke and I was her landlord. This was her idea of a way to pay rent. No matter how much I also found it exciting, she considered it payment for her shelter since she didn't have any money. Zelda's folks had raised her to pay her debts. They weren't wealthy, but they worked hard and were proud to be able to make their way in the world without taking handouts. We all were. Yet when Zelda had needed to move to the city for University there wasn't much money. The options for schools and a place to live were limited. To make matters worse, Zelda's Mom lost her job as a therapist when the organization she worked for closed just before Zelda moved and it got much harder to make ends meet.

Luckily, I was able to help once more.

Most of Zelda's life, I'd been broke, like most of the folks we all knew, but a few years back I had managed to scrape enough together to start my own business and it had taken off. I'd moved to the city, bought a house and was making more money than I knew what to do with. My kid was finished university and I'd paid all her student loans. She'd moved away for work, leaving a vacancy at my place.

Naturally, I offered Zelda a room to live in while she attended school. Lizbeth and I had worked out a deal where Lizbeth would pay $300 a month for the room, even though I insisted I didn't want it. I couldn't say no to either Lizbeth or Zelda, both because her mom was a force to be reckoned with, but also because I cared about them too much to argue with her.

Once Zelda realized that the rent money was going to dry up because of her Mom's job loss, she and her Mom had agreed that Zelda would do whatever odd jobs she could around the house to make up for not being able to pay rent. I was pretty embarrassed to have her cleaning my place, cooking for me and fixing little things I hadn't gotten around to. I knew her mom was pushing her to find any little odd jobs she could to make up for not being able to pay me rent for her room. I hoped they understood, I would happily let her stay for free, but they insisted.

When she first moved in, there was an almost awkward, shyness between us as she settled into living with me for the first time. Even though I'd stayed at her house all through her childhood and she'd visited my old place many times, I was in a new house and nothing was familiar to her, including my stiff, reserved demeanour with her those first few days. I'm not very talkative at the best of times, but usually I have no problem discussing uncomfortable subjects, but her youth and the illicit nature of our first encounter choked the words in my throat.

That first time together we had not used a condom and I'd finished inside Zelda. The act of cumming inside her had been powerfully erotic for both of us, her begging me to do it and it making me cum harder than ever before. Spilling my sperm inside such a ripe, potentially fertile young woman had been a highlight of my entire sexual life.

However, it had been tense and awkward communicating about it the next day with her mother right there. We both texted each other on social media and she assured me she would take a Morning After pill. I transferred her money for it and we flirted back and forth, enjoying the playful game of teasing each other in the room with her mom.

However as soon as we went back to our real lives communication dropped off and reduced to sending memes fairly quickly, then silence. I'd assumed she felt badly about what we did and guilt kept me from communicating with her like a mature person should have.

The planning for her to move in frightened and thrilled me. I did my best to pretend nothing had happened between us for some dumb reason and, as she settled in, Zelda adapted my attitude. Her work around the house as she did odd jobs to make up the lack of rent was impeccable, her general demeanour warm and friendly, as usual, so i decided to let the past be the past, assuming we'd never be together again.

Then, only a week since Zelda had moved in, I had unthinkingly complained that my neck and shoulders were stiff from work. Of course Zelda immediately offered to give me a massage, constantly vigilant for ways to pay me back for letting her live there for free. Hesitating, I then remembered Zelda had often given her Mom massages and I thought she might be good at it.

As usual, I had been reluctant to take advantage of the much younger woman, but Zelda gave me her best imitation of her mother's glare and told me not to be stupid. Impressed with her, I laughed and relented.

"Where can we do this? On the floor?" she'd asked.

"Bit painful, I think" I mused.

"Your bed!" Zelda offered and rushed toward the stairs to my room.

Reluctant to be on a bed with her again, having not yet spoken about our night of passionate sex, I didn't follow right away. Seemly unconcerned, she looked back and beckoned me.

"Come on!"

Zelda reached for my hand and I enjoyed the womanly feel of her soft, tiny hand as she pulled me up the stairs behind her. Before Zelda plunged into my home, it had been days since anyone had touched me, weeks since my last hug and I hadn't been with any women since the astonishing night with Zelda the winter before.

Simply holding her hand was a thrill.

When I took off my shirt, Zelda's eyes widened. The last time we'd been together she'd gushed over my body, making me flex for her as she ran her hand, then mouth over my muscles, but it had been a dark night. That was the first time she had a full view of my torso and her face told me she was pretty impressed.

I'm pretty cleanly defined, not big, but strong. I rarely take my shirt off, because in spite of wanting the female attention, its embarrassing when it happens. I get shy, assuming women will judge me for being too vain, but I really love the way a woman responds to my body when I'm in good shape. I can't help it.

After a moment of her ogling my torso while I blushed, Zelda told me to get on the bed and I complied. Zelda knelt on the bed beside me and began to massage oil covered hands across my neck and upper back.

Yes, I have massage oil, so what?

The first few moments were uncomfortable, the intimacy of her touch and the nature of our relationship so complex. Before we'd fucked, she rarely ever touched me after she'd reached puberty. I had thought that natural and hadn't questioned it. So, not only had it been a long time since we'd been physically close, now the past sex was hanging over us, never discussed.

Feeling like a coward for not having a conversation about what happened on New Years night, I maintained my silence as her wonderful hands kneaded sore muscles. The slide of her slippery hands over my flesh was titillating, stirring unseemly thoughts. Yet, soon her skill and the enjoyment I got from her massaging sore muscles overcame the desire I had for a girl I'd known her whole life.

As I drifted under the spell of her magical hands, I recalled that even as a child Zelda hadn't called me uncle as she did to most of her parent's male friends. Our connection had always been different. Closer. We conspired and whispered inconsequential secrets and when we played imagination games she'd always called me her husband.

Just as the memory came back to me, as if in perfect synchronicity she blurted out.

"Do you remember how I always called you Dear and Husband when I was little? I loved pretending we were married and now here we are living like a real married couple."

My muffled laugh rumbled back at me from the crook of my arm where I cradled my head.

"You know I would never let a wife do so much house work on her own, right?"

"Maybe." she thought for a moment, the replied. "But you'd have to divide the labour and maybe the deal would end up the same way we have it."

Still rubbing, she massaged my back seeking knots and working them hard while I endured her ministrations.

"Maybe your wife's love language would be acts of service, just like yours." Zelda said using a phrase I didn't know.

"My love language?"

"Yeah! How you express your feelings. It a thing most people do. You ought to try it."

I had to assume she meant I was supposed to be the adult who brought up the elephant in the room, but I was too lulled by the excellent massage to end it by getting into a deep conversation.

"Nah. I tried that once. It didn't feel good."

Luckily she laughed. probably because I was usually pretty good at expressing myself, unlike the men her Mom dated... and her Dad truth be told. There was just that one, huge conversation...

We fell into a more comfortable silence and Zelda worked diligently on my aching back. After a time, she crawled over me and knelt on the other side to work an area she couldn't reach, being small at five foot three.

"Damn, you are good at this" I complimented her as she loosened a fairly old knot in my lower back

"Thank you!" she beamed, loving the approval.

Recalling Zelda had daddy issues and felt abandoned by him, I'd stroked her sense of pride in doing a good job at something. She deserved to know it was a good job, but I also knew she was susceptible to compliments. However, I think taking pride in hard work is a good thing. My work was very physical and I do yoga every day afterwards to decompress and keep healthy, but every place she massaged felt like corded rope, tight and sore until she worked it loose. She was legitimately earning my praise.

Soon after, Zelda swung one leg over my buttocks and straddled me, sitting on my butt and beginning to massage along the ridges of my spine. It should have been innocent, she had crawled all over me like monkey bars the whole first half of her life, but she was a woman now, we'd had sex once and I could feel the heat coming from her vagina through both our jeans.

Reminding myself I was her landlord, old family friend and twice her age, I tried not to grow erect as she pressed herself to my buttocks. Intoxicated by her excellent hands, I was none-the-less profoundly aware of her pussy pressing against my butt and the memory of being inside her last winter. As she rocked back and forth on top of me, giving my back long up and down strokes with both hands, I recalled her grinding back against me as I fucked her from behind, spooned together for warmth in a chilled bedroom.

I groaned in appreciation of the press of her hands on my back and with the tormenting erotic memory of cumming inside her. The sound was unintentionally erotic and I felt myself flush.

"Good spot?" she asked archly.

"Fuuuuck yeah..."I drawled languidly.

Being caressed by her slippery hands was deeply erotic and I found that my body was responding to her touch in spite of my attempt to stay reserved. Now that my cock remembered fucking Zelda, I couldn't stop my thoughts from going to lewd places.

'Maybe I should ask for a happy ending' a sinister part of me whispered.

Even as I smiled to myself about it, I felt myself grow warmer at the thought. Allowing her hands to roam, Zelda caressed me while I indulged in the idea of fucking her again. For several moments her small, strong hands ceased being instruments of toil, my libido converting them into tools of erotic delight. Sliding over my flesh, Zelda both gratified my hunger for touch and worked out uncomfortable stiffness. The caress of her soft hands fulfilled my longing for her and craving for a her touch.

Leaning further forward, she massaged the muscles of my shoulders bunched up by my ears because my head rested on my forearms. The massage felt over, Zelda wasn't being as clinical at all, the sensation feeling far more sensual the way she stroked rather than kneaded my muscles.

A small woman, Zelda had a long way to reach sitting on my buttocks- I'm around six feet. As she leaned her weight on her hands, exploring my shoulders., Zelda wriggled her hips and ground herself into my bum. Enraptured by what she was doing, I grew more and more aroused as I lay beneath her increasingly agitated body.

"I think that's good, thank you" I murmured up at her.

Scrambling off me she said. "Great!"

Feeling a little drunk, I marvelled by how powerfully horny I was. As she sat on the bed for a moment, I found I wanted to run my hands through her long hair. Gazing at her, I saw she looked odd, dazed and out of sorts. Taking a moment to compose herself, Zelda almost ran her hands through the hair I was staring at, but she had lotion on them. Looking around for something to use to clean them, she and I made eye contact, a lot of unsaid words passing between us.

"What?" she asked.

"Uh, are you... um..."

Halfway though, I stopped myself from asking if she were as horny as I was and switched gears.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome" she smiled at me and held up her oily hands.

'Let me get you towel."

Automatically I jumped off the bed to help her. As I did so Zelda caught a glimpse at the front of my pants and the significant bulge therein. I knew what she was looking at and felt hope bloom in my chest that she might let me fuck her again, quickly followed with layers of shame. Even if she weren't wildly inappropriate for all the reasons, I'd not followed up on our night together well, behaving like a shitty lover.

When I returned with a towel for her, Zelda stared directly at my groin seeing the prominent erection. Wiping her hands, she couldn't take her eyes off it as I stood awkwardly watching her clean herself.

Shocking me, Zelda fell to her knees, still wiping her hands.

"What are you doing." I asked quietly.

Zelda dropped the towel and reached a hand for my bulge, cupping my girth. I leapt back and Zelda gazed up at me, mortified, but hopeful.

"I apologize. I didn't mean to make you hard."

"Shit!"

"No. Don't be embarrassed. It's my fault."

"It isn't. Don't say that Zelda. It's me."

"I was the one who was rubbing you like a perv."

"No. I should be able to control myself."

"But I was grinding my pussy on you."

"Jeezus." I took a step back pressing against the wall of my room.

It was still surprising to hear her swear and, even though we'd had sex before, I was having a difficult time allowing myself to give in to the sexual tension in the room Shame, guilt and a humiliating hunger for her affection stole my confidence.

"Let me help you." Shuffling on her knees, she reached for my belt and pulled on it. "Let me make it better."

"Zelda!" I gently batted her hand away, but secretly wanted her to touch me.