Yard Work - Sex Stories

Yard Work

... end. I went over to the window and saw four of the five clustered below. "How's it going, boys? Almost there?" I noticed all four sported respectable bulges in the shorts that clung to their young bodies with the sweat they'd worked up. They looked up at me, embarrassed. I laughed. "Nice of you to bring your own tools this evening!" They laughed then, too, if a bit uncomfor- tably. "Why don't y'all go get something to drink. It looks like you did a fine, fine job on the yard. You deserve a break. I'll be out to pay y'all in a few minutes." They dispersed from their listening post and trooped up the deck stairs into the kitchen. I heard them bumping around in the refrigerator and cabinets. They're good boys, I thought to myself. I better not torture them any more than I already have. There's a word for women who take advantage of 15 year olds, and a law, too! I dried my hair quickly and put on my evening makeup. The activities of the afternoon had made every nerve in my body sensitive. My eyelids, my cheeks and especially my lips were straining for attention. I smoothed a sweet-smelling moisturizer over my arms, my legs, and my breasts. I almost couldn't stop massaging the cool cream into my substantial tits - the nipples were hot to the touch. I wrestled the unruly mammaries into a low-cut bra, one of my very favorites, that offered my breasts up like fabulously ripe fruit, barely covering those hot, aching nipples. I surveyed the effect in the mirror. "Not too bad for an ...

... old broad," I dimpled at my reflection. I slipped a short satin dressing gown over my moisterized body and exited the bathroom. The boys were out on the deck when I emerged. They were sitting at the table talking in strained, low voices and swirling the ice in their glasses. The tall one was the only one not sitting. He leaned against the deck railing, shirtless. I stood in the doorway for a moment, taking in the sight of his long, lean well-muscled body and felt a rush of wetness between my legs. He met my gaze through the screen door and slid a careless hand down the front of his shorts to adjust his obviously turgid member. He smiled slowly at me, sending another wave of sexual heat across the few feet that separated us. Yikes! This boy could be trouble! I'd better send them on their way soon, before things got out of hand, so to speak. I slipped five 20's from my purse on the kitchen counter. "Well," I chirped as I stepped barefoot out onto the deck, "you guys did a bang-up job on that yard. I really appreciate your help." I passed out the bills, feeling like a piece of metal passing by magnets as I approached each sweaty teen. I could tell by the breeze that my robe was gaping a bit, giving them a glimpse of my lace-covered cleavage. I heard one of them moan softly as I passed. "You all are so nice." "Uhhmmm..." one croaked in response. "Thank you, ma'am." Ma'am. That broke the spell. I got my treacherous body back under control and shoo'd them off. "Go on, now, boys! Go ...