The Life of Lewis
Copyright© 2021 by Lewis Lucas
Chapter 8: I Will Take It Off For You
Pedo Sex Story: Chapter 8: I Will Take It Off For You - Lewis is 15 and decides to get a Saturday job. Finding one in a Video hire shop helping Mike the manager, he finds himself earning a bit extra every week by having some interesting fitness tests followed by some relaxation including sex lessons and experiences which he thoroughly enjoys.
Caution: This Pedo Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Ma/Ma Ma/mt mt/mt Teenagers Coercion Consensual Rape Gay BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Torture Anal Sex First Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Doctor/Nurse Teacher/Student
‘Hello, I’m Rosie.’ she told him, He shook her hand and introduced himself. Mike was dealing with the last customer, so Lewis took her through to the back room. Sitting her at the table, he told her that they would have a drink whilst Mike collected his things and left. Then he would explain things to her.
He made their drink and when Mike came through, he told her, ‘I’m not stopping. You’re in good hands with Lewis, as I’m sure Valerie has told you. And don’t worry about what you tell him, he never tells anyone what anyone tells him, not even me.’
Lewis saw Mike out, then called Rosie into the shop. He showed her his key in the lock and why it was there, plus how she could let herself out. They returned to the back room and Lewis explained everything else to her.
‘When you’ve finished your coffee, it’s entirely up to you,’ he told her. ‘If you want to change your mind and leave, that’s fine, you’ll always be welcome to return in the future. If you want to stay, you know what to do next.’
Rosie was nervous, and even though Valerie had told her some of the wonderful things that Lewis had done, he was still young enough to be her son. But the worry of her problem was really getting her down, she couldn’t afford not to try something that came so highly recommended.
She got up, walked over to the settee, sat down and took her shoes off, and lay down. Lewis came and sat beside her and smiled. ‘Every journey starts with its first step,’ he told her. ‘It should get easier from this moment.’
He saw a lady who had probably once had a lovely figure, but parenthood and the years had made her fill out in the wrong places. Although she still looked quite attractive. She was wearing a white button up the front blouse and a light summery skirt down to just below her knees.
‘All I know about you so far,’ he told her, ‘Is that you’re called Rosie, work with Valerie, and have a problem. Now I don’t think you’d be here if the problem wasn’t something you find very, very, embarrassing to even think about, let alone tell anyone else about it.’
Her face showed that she agreed with that. ‘Such a problem would suggest it involves sex,’ Lewis told her, ‘And if you happened to be one of the many people who find talking about sex difficult, then for the moment we’re stuck.’
‘But when you turn over and I start massaging your back, I’ll ask you lots of questions to get to know all about you. The more I know about you and your life, the better I can help. The combination of the two will make you feel able to tell me all about it.’
‘But as I don’t know what the problem is, I might ask you a question that you’d find too embarrassing to answer just then. If that happens, don’t panic, just say ‘Pass’ and I’ll move on. We can come back to it later when you’re more relaxed. Turn over when you’re ready.’
Rosie looked at him, he was clearly just going to sit patiently and wait. Realising she wasn’t under any pressure, she relaxed a little and turned over. As Lewis rested his hands on the back of her head, she tensed up but said nothing.
Then as his gentle massage sent strange feelings through her that made her want to relax, she did as she had been told and said, ‘Go.’ As Lewis’s hands moved down onto her shoulders, he asked her, ‘Can you tell me a bit more about yourself?’
To her surprise, the massage on her shoulders had already reduced her tension. ‘I’m forty-four,’ she told him, ‘I’ve been married to my husband Bradley for twenty-six years. He’s the same age as me. He works for the local council as a mechanic. I do part time cleaning where Valarie works.’
‘We have two children. Michael is twenty-four and lives in Australia, Susan is twenty-six and lives near to us. She married Clint, a divorcee a few years older than her with a young boy. They have a daughter Samantha between them, she’s seven, and Peter, Clint’s boy is now fourteen.’
As Lewis’s hands moved over her cheeks, she went rigid but said nothing. As Lewis massaged, she started to relax even more, then when he moved on down the back of her legs she continued, ‘We live in a three bedroomed semi, and apart from when we’re looking after the children, there’s only the two of us left at home now.’
‘How do you get on with your daughter and granddaughter?’ Lewis asked. ‘My daughter and I are more like sisters,’ she told him, ‘And little Samantha is the apple of my eye.’ ‘What about Clint and Peter, how do you get on with them?’
‘I admit I was worried at first,’ Rosie told him, ‘He was older, divorced and had a young child. But in no time at all, I loved both of them. Clint has looked after Susan well and he’s a really good father to Samantha and Peter.’
‘How does Bradley get on with them all?’ Lewis asked. ‘Susan is definitely a daddy’s girl,’ she told him, ‘And Samantha loves her grandad. He and Peter have always got on well from the very beginning, but he didn’t take to Clint at first. However, after Samantha came along and he saw how well Clint looked after them, he mellowed.’
She went quiet again as Lewis massaged back up over her cheeks, but there was hardly any tension this time. As he moved on up her back, Lewis asked, ‘Just answer this question with a yes or no for now, does your problem have any connection with work?’ ‘No.’ Rosie answered immediately.
‘Same again,’ Lewis told her, ‘Is it a problem entirely within the family?’ ‘Yes.’ she whispered after a long pause and looking scared. ‘Ok, thank you for that.’ Lewis told her. Reaching her head he massaged it and then told her to turn over. ‘You’re doing fine.’ he told her.
‘Don’t forget,’ he reminded her, ‘Nothing you tell me leaves this room without your permission. I’m going to go down your front now, just the same,’ Lewis told her, ‘With more questions, naturally.’ He added with a grin. Rosie smiled back.
Then as he massaged the front of her head she was panicking inside at the thought of where he might massage. Lewis felt her go tense and it took her a while to say, ‘Go.’ As he moved down and massaged her shoulders he asked, ‘How old were you when you lost your virginity?’
Rosie went bright red, and her mind went into total panic. She was so busy worrying about not being able to answer the question, that Lewis had almost finished massaging over her breasts by the time she brought her mind back.
As she did, she realised where Lewis’s hands where. But the feeling she was getting was so lovely, that a wave of pleasure swept through her. She hardly realised she was doing it when she told him, ‘Six months after my seventeenth birthday.’ ‘Was that with Bradley?’ Lewis asked.
‘Yes,’ Rosie agreed, ‘He was my first and only.’ ‘I assume he didn’t use any form of contraception?’ Lewis said. ‘No,’ Rosie admitted, ‘It happened unexpectedly, and we were under the impression you couldn’t get caught on your first time.’ she told him.
‘Although we had sex many times after that before we were married, he always used a condom. It was a shock when I discovered I was pregnant. But we both wanted children and had discussed getting married anyway. So, when Bradley proposed, I accepted, and we got married just after my next birthday.’
‘Susan was born three months later.’ She finished with a smile. ‘I’ll bet you’ve never told that to anyone before.’ Lewis said smiling as he massaged over the front of her dress. Rosie just lay quiet, the lovely feeling from Lewis massaging her breast hadn’t fully faded when suddenly it was replaced by an even nicer one.
As he massaged over the bottom of her abdomen, she felt herself getting aroused, even with all her clothes in between. She tried to work out how long it had been since she had felt like that. The last five years or so there had been no close relations between her and Bradley.
As Lewis massaged on down her legs, he asked, ‘Has Susan realised that she was conceived well before you were married?’ ‘She didn’t until she was in her late teens,’ Rosie told him. ‘When she asked me about it, I was feeling so ashamed and scared about what she would say or think.’