I was sunbathing in my back yard, watching the boys doing yard work. Charley was my neighbor, an 18 year old who helped me out sometimes. He was sweet, and always was nice to me since my husband had run out on me. Ex-husband, excuse me.
It felt weird to be divorced at my age. 27 years old. It wasn't like I deserved it. Of course not. It wasn't my fault. Well, truthfully, I couldn't see how it was my fault. He just decided that he didn't like being married. I suppose he wasn't grown up yet, not ready for responsibility. So at age 26, after 4 years of marriage, I became divorced. And in more than a year since then, I had been deprived of sex. A couple of quickies and a lot of self gratification.
That was difficult. During our marriage, and before, we had had a vigorous sex life. He didn't leave me because of sex, unless it was more than he could handle. I love sex. We had a varied sex life as well, which I enjoyed. Nothing very kinky, but certainly not boring. And now - nothing.
Which brings me back to Charley. He was a good looking kid, now working in my yard shirtless. He brought two friends along, too. Matt was very much like Charley, thin, fairly muscular, sexually attractive. The third boy was Tom, who was a little older, maybe 19. He was a little taller than the others and very muscular. He must spend a good deal of time working out.
When these boys began working I decided that I had to watch them, up close and personal. I did not have a large yard, but I did have a lot of landscaping - bushes, shrubs, trees, flowers. A lot of trimming was needed, and a lot of mulched areas. Charley volunteered to do this once-a-year job for me, and with a couple of helpers it was much easier for them than for me.
These muscular, shirtless young hunks brought me out of my house wearing a bikini.
"Would you guys mind if I caught some rays? It's such a beautiful day," I said, trying to look and sound as flirty as I could. After all, I was only 8 or 9 years older than these kids, though sometimes I felt a lot older.
The boys looked at each other with wide eyes and smiled.
"No," they mumbled. "We don't mind at all, Mrs. Carson," Charley said, trying not to stare at my body.
"Kathy, Charley. I keep telling you to call me Kathy."
Though I was happy he was staring at my body. I seldom minded when men - or boys - were distracted by my breasts. I was proud of my body. 5 feet 6 inches, firm C cup breasts, very small waist flaring to sexy hips, and a nice round ass. Plus I am always told that I am very cute. I don't want to sound conceited, but I am trying to be honest for you, the reader. I can find several things that I don't like about my looks, but that description is how most people seem to see me. And by the looks on the boys' faces, they liked what they saw a lot.
My bikini probably helped. It was not exactly risque, but I wouldn't wear it to a family outing. It was revealing, and that is the way I wanted it. I thought it would be fun to tease these boys a bit. Maybe I needed it - to see some males drool over my body, to make me feel desired by young men. Sometimes a woman just needs that.
So I plopped myself down in the middle of the yard while they worked, hoping that I was enough of a distraction to them to boost my ego. It seemed to work, as at least one of them always seemed to be looking in my direction, often "needing" to walk over a little closer to me for some reason. I was feeling so good about me that I decided to take it up a notch. I rolled over onto my stomach (and thought I heard a disappointed murmur from the guys) and then reached around to unfasten my top. (Another murmur, this time more upbeat!) I pulled it away from my body except where I was laying on it, and even then I tried to flatten it out so that the sides of my breasts showed as much as possible. Lifting myself up occasionally would also display my breasts - almost. I was feeling like the center of attention.
All the while I was trying to watch the boys, just as they were watching me. Three half dressed hunks with me in my yard got my juices flowing. I knew that after this was over I was in for a very long masturbation session. Perhaps I might even get dressed up and go looking for a hunk of my own to hook up with tonight. I didn't like to do that, but the mood sometimes happened. I actually fell asleep dreaming about that scenario. I wasn't asleep long, but when I awoke I was embarrassed to find that my legs had become spread out too much for the present company, giving the boys a good view of my crotch. I was just glad that I hadn't rolled over and flashed my bare boobs at them!
After watching my "boy show" for a while longer, I volunteered to get some lunch for them. It was because I was nice, really - not just so I could watch three shirtless, sweaty hunks sitting only a couple feet away from me, muscles rippling in the sunlight... Oh, where was I? That's right. I was being nice to them. I fastened my top and got up, slowly and sexily walking to the house.
I went into the kitchen to prepare some sandwiches for the boys, feeling quite pleased with myself. I had noticed all three of them looking at me when they thought I wasn't watching, and they seemed interested. It gave me a big boost of confidence.
"Maybe I wasn't over the hill," I thought to myself, and began thinking of places I could go to try to meet some new men my own age.
The three boys came in a few minutes after I did, still shirtless and a little sweaty. Oh, yes, I noticed the sweat gleaming on their taut young bodies, and I felt naughty again. And a little damp between the legs.
I was brought out of my nasty thoughts when Charley spoke.
"Mrs. - I mean, Kathy, we noticed you getting a tan out there. I mean, topless."
He seemed nervous saying it, but not as nervous as I felt hearing it.
"I wasn't topless," I said defensively. "I had my top... well, it was covering up my... top." Yes, I sounded much older and more sophisticated than these boys. Hell, I suddenly felt like I was back in high school.
It didn't help when Tom, who was getting some water, accidentally brushed his hand against my ass. I turned towards him as he said "Oops," and smiled. I knew he didn't mean it and I didn't want him to feel badly about it. If he only knew the spark that little touch had sent all through my body, with all the other thoughts running through my head. It wasn't until later that I realized it had not been an accident, and that my smile had probably given him the idea that I was encouraging him.
"You didn't leave much to the imagination," Charley continued. "You're a very beautiful woman."