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Yard Work

I noticed the knot of young boys up ahead and my interest was piqued. Loud music rocked from the front porch - it was one of those well-earned, sweet hot days in late summer, a warm and voluptuous late afternoon. I calculated from behind my sunglasses as I swung down the street: 5 boys, ages 14 to 17, one swinging a golf club, all of them ducking their heads one by one and stealing long looks at me as I approached. The sun was behind my back was undoubtedly silhouetting my legs through my short full skirt. My hips rolled a bit more as their hormone-fueled preening did it's business on me. They parted as I approached to let me pass on the sidewalk. I couldn't resist slowing down and lowering my glasses - making sure they got a good look at my barely contained cleavage and flashed them a brilliant smile. "Afternoon, Boys" I purred, taking a deep breath of the pheromone-laden air that surrounded us. "Mmmm... you all smell great!" I flipped the hem of my skirt at the tallest one as I passed. The all stood speechless for a moment, then reacted as one - laughing and punching each other on the arm. They were just so cute! I stopped short about a half block away, struck by a brilliant idea. Just perfect for the start of a long weekend for which I had no plans. I sauntered back to the small but mighty group. "Excuse me, boys" I turned up the hint of southern accent which I came by honestly, "but I don't suppose any of y'all would be interested in making a little money this weekend ...

... by helping a poor old lonely maiden lady out with a few chores around her house, would you?" I lowered my sunglasses again, laying on them the full impact of my expressive green eyes. "Um..." the tallest one said, looking at his comrades, "I guess it would depend on where it is and how much we could make." The other boys shuffled their feet and thought about their plans for the weekend. I could see the desire to party away one of the last few remaining weekends before the start of school wrestling with their boy scout upbringings. "Oh, it's just at my house... right down the street. And... how's 20 dollars an hour sound for a little yard work? It shouldn't take more than an hour or so, especially if you all pitch in!" I did the math in my head quickly and figured it was worth a hundred to have these boys at my disposal for an hour this evening. I mentally drew up the short list of chores I had been neglecting and avoiding because of the heat. Perfect! They'd have a few bucks to get someone to buy them beer tonight, and I'd have five young tan bodies to watch for a while to get me in the mood to go out clubbing that night. Nothing like a dose of teenagers to get my juices flowing! God! I thought as I licked my lips almost u*********sly, these guys were young enough to be my k**s! Smiles broke out all around as they did the math them- selves. "Sure! I guess we could help out a little..." they all agreed. "How's 7 o'clock sound?" I pitched my voice at that level that made my ...