Episode IV: Summer of Love
Fifteen or twenty minutes after their interlude, Rhonda and Alex, now hastily showered and dressed, joined the others in the yard.
There were some knowing looks passing between the boys and she wasn't surprised. Besides Alex's wet hair, there was a bounce in his step that he couldn't seem to dampen.
Rhonda was pleased, as well. Not only with the unexpectedly passionate sex, but with the progress the other three boys had made in moving the garden.
Brody had taken charge of the project and they had already started using the wheelbarrow to move the retaining wall blocks from the old location to a spot near the new location. The big, young man had noticed the area Rhonda had been preparing and gotten on a jump on it in her absence.
The boys were in a rhythm moving the blocks, so she and Alex set about arranging the first layer of stones that would define the shape of the garden. By the time it was approaching noon, they were ready to begin moving the dirt to the new location.
Rhonda called for a lunch break and told the boys to meet her up on the deck over the garage.
A few minutes later, they were all sitting under the pergola that was off of the dining room french doors. The radio was playing and they were surrounded by a view of the countryside that the boys were all ignoring.
As they were eating sandwiches and drinking iced tea, they only had eyes for her. Rhonda had prepared the refreshments the night before and she was glad that she'd made extra, as she'd found herself with extra guests.
It had grown very hot out, and throughout the morning, Rhonda's shirt had performed as expected. The only way that the thin cotton could have been more revealing, is if she'd actually entered a wet t-shirt contest in it. The young men had done an admirable job of staying on task but now that they were lounging on the second floor level deck, all attempts to not stare at her had been abandoned.
"It's really nice here." Brody said.
"Yeah, the view is fantastic." Steve added.
Rhonda was laying on a lounge chair with her eyes closed when she answered.
"It is pretty, and secluded. I lay out here naked on nice days."
There were several moments of silence while she waited to see what the boys would do with that. Finally, Steve spoke.
"Ah, it's a nice day today?"
It had the inflection of a question.
"It is." big Brody agreed.
Rhonda opened her eyes and saw eight pairs of eyes looking back at her.
"Now you guys," she began, with faux disbelief, "you wouldn't really want to see me naked. I probably look like a fat, old lady to you boys."
"Shit." Steve said, again making a single syllable into to two. "Shaaa,iiit."
"I'd give Kip's whole last paycheck to see you naked for just like, ten seconds." he elaborated.
The boys laughed nervously and Rhonda almost missed hearing Kip say, "So would I."
She glanced at Alex, who winked at her.
"Well, okay. If that's what you boys want? I mean, I should reward you guys for all the hard work you're doing."
Rhonda stood up, faced the boys and grasped the bottom of her moist t-shirt with both hands. She lifted it slowly, making sure to catch her tits and lift them, along with the material. When her face was about to be obscured by the garment, she let her big jugs drop out of the top and bounce; first one and then immediately, the other.
The boys all made noises that would have been appropriate had she unexpectedly done a back flip.
Rhonda couldn't stop herself from smiling as she finished removing the shirt and she saw how entranced they were. She threw it at Steve, who caught it and clutched it to his chest for a moment, before bringing it to his nose for a deep sniff.
She then turned her back to them and began slithering out of her little shorts, making sure to bend at the hips again, and going low, until she was certain that the young men could see her pussy lips from behind.
She turned back to them with a foot still in one of the leg openings. Then she kicked her bottoms up at Brody, who deftly caught them. He stuffed them into one of his pants pockets, never taking his eyes from her body while he did it.
Rhonda had already removed her shoes, so there she was again, completely naked in front of fully clothed strangers. But it was four 18 year olds this time, instead of a pair of twenty-something brothers.
"So, did you guys just want to look, or was there anything else you were interested in doing with me?" Rhonda asked.
The poor fellows didn't seem to know what to say at first. Finally, Alex spoke up.
"Maybe you should sit in each of our laps and give us a kiss as a reward for our hard work."
That might break the ice, Rhonda decided. Alex was proving to be quite the little wing-man after all.
She chose the stoic Kip to be the first recipient of her thanks.
His reserved expression faltered at last when she straddled the chair he was sitting in and lowered herself onto his lap. Her tits were mashed against his sweat-dampened shirt and she planted the kind of French kiss on him that people usually reserved for a long absent soul mate.
She felt his strong, young erection throb in his jeans. When she finally came up for air, she moved on to Alex, mainly due to the seating arrangement of the boys.
"You don't have to." he said. "You already rewarded me."
"No I didn't." Rhonda said. "That was just because you're so sweet. This is for the hard work you're doing."
She proceeded to give him the same treatment Kip had received. She wasn't surprised to find he was hard again.
Next up was Steve.
"Yeah!" he all but squealed, when she approached his chair.
Steve got all sorts of grabby while receiving his reward. Rhonda was fairly certain that the young man was about to try slipping one of his fingers in her ass when she'd decided it was time to move on to Brody.
Rhonda's pussy was already, or in reality still, soaking wet by this point of course. But the way big Brody the basketball star looked at her as she stepped towards him, caused an additional little gush of fluid to run down one of her legs.
