A Car, 1 Woman, 2 Hours, and 3 Young Men. - Sex Stories

A Car, 1 Woman, 2 Hours, and 3 Young Men.

... driving a little crazy. The three young men turn in surprise as I stop not too far behind them, they are all young guys, mid teens or younger, and they stand there staring at this blond woman in her bright red sports car. I smile nervously and give them a wave of acknowledgement, and they wave back, then one approaches the car. He comes around to the drivers side where the window is open, Good morning Maam', he says in a well educated and polite manner. 'Good morning', I reply, as he sidle's up to the open window and looks in, and I suddenly realise I am exposing myself, as I have not eased my dress down. I look into his face, he is embarrassed at what he just saw, 'Lets pretend you never saw that', I said quietly, as I covered my bare thighs down to mid way. His embarrassment was cute to observe, I found it refreshing, and felt my body responding to his presence. 'What can I do for you young men', I ask him throatily, as I looked ahead and watched his two friends cavorting around. 'Are you guys related', I asked him? 'No', he replied, his voice tinged with anger, a perfectly normal male reaction, when competition to mating with a female is on offer. I laughed, at his reaction, and then realized I was happy with my changing fortunes, boys mid-teen have full developed penises, and three was always my fantasy number, but more darkly, they were young and fresh, that more than anything else, excited me. 'We are on our Duke of Edinburgh Awards Scheme', he volunteered, 'three ...

... nights out camping and map reading', he rattled-on, and I nodded, wondering if any of them liked to fuck a woman in her ass, I could live out a fantasy here on these beautiful mountains, away from prying eyes, just being a debauched mother to these boys. I turned back to look at him once he stopped talking, and saw he was focussed on something lying on the back seat, my discarded panties, and I turned around and retrieved them, 'Not a fucking word', I said, as I scrunched the flimsy material up into my fist. I could see he was excited knowing my nakedness under this flimsy cotton dress, no doubt my lack of brassiere straps told him there was nothing else beneath to hide my nakedness. 'Do you boys want a lift', I asked, my mind racing, my body screaming, and my will weakening, the feeling of the whispy lace bunched in my fist, ached? 'Yes', he replied, this time the discernible change in his voice as he answered told me more and more we were bonding and flirting. 'Ok', I said, I will give you a lift, and if you keep your word until I am long gone, you can keep these, and as I spoke I thrust my panties into his hand, my face contorted, as it does when I tell a lie. 'OK', he said, my panties disappearing into his Parka pocket, something I hoped he would wank into at some future time. I got out of the car and walked around to the boot and opened it, by that time the other two boys had arrived and stood there staring at me, my contours and nakedness under the thin cotton, now moulding ...