My Path to Pleasure Ch. 02

After that first day, Rob and Karen came to my house frequently. I'd shown them which bedroom they could use, and sometimes they'd call ahead, but frequently they'd show up unannounced, and without much being said between us, they'd head upstairs.

Most of the time I'd leave them alone, my satisfaction coming from simply hearing the sounds of their lovemaking drift through the otherwise lonely house.

But several times, I opened the door to the bedroom and stood in the doorway, silently watching them, watching as their young bodies performed the act of love. And sometimes I would reach my hand down and play with my pussy as I watched, and sometimes I was content just to stand and observe, as if vicariously participating in their lovemaking.

And once, I greeted them at the door and invited them inside, and after taking a few steps into the living room, Karen unzipped Roy's pants and pulled them down, and there, in front of me, she knelt and put her fist around his hard cock, and took it into her mouth and sucked him off. His entire body trembled as he spurted into her mouth, and I watched as his cum seeped out from between her lips and dribbled down her chin.

They allowed me to watch; maybe because they knew that was the price they had to pay, like rent, for the use of my house. Or maybe they got a thrill out of knowing I was watching them, knowing that someone was getting off as they made love. I didn't know which. And, I guess, it really didn't matter. Either way, I was glad they were here; glad they had come into my life.

*****

I peeked through the window at them as they worked. It was a hot day, and all four of the boys had taken off their shirts as they refinished the wooden fence that surrounded my backyard. I knew Rob had played football in high school, and I couldn't help but notice the athletic build of his friends, too. Their bodies were well developed, and I suspected they were either serious athletes or into some kind of weight training.

As I watched their youthful bodies bending and stretching, their stomachs flat and tight, their biceps flexing as they reached up with their brushes, I suddenly had a vision of my ex - a vision of his paunchy belly and balding head, and I let out a long, uncontrollable sigh. Ah, to be young again, I thought to myself.

Refinishing the fence was a massive job, and I was thankful Rob had offered to take care of it. He'd talked three of his college friends into helping out, and after six hours of work, it looked like they were finally finishing up. Even though I was paying them a good hourly rate, Rob and his friends would cost me a fraction of what a contractor would charge. They were doing their final cleanup when I walked out back.

"Why don't you guys jump in the pool to cool off and maybe clean up a little?" I said, "You're covered with sweat and it looks like you got as much of that stuff on you as you put on the fence."

All four of them glanced longingly at the pool.

"We didn't bring any suits," Rob said, shrugging his shoulders.

Two of them were wearing shorts, which wouldn't have been a problem to swim in, but two had on long pants, which would certainly be a little uncomfortable in the water.

"Just go in your underwear. No one will see you, that's what the fence is for. And I promise I won't look," I said with a laugh.

They glanced back and forth at each other, as if debating whether to accept my offer. Roy shrugged his shoulders again.

"Hey, what the hell," he said with a grin, "Let's go swimming, guys."

*****

I couldn't help but occasionally peer down at the pool from the upstairs window. Rob had introduced them to me earlier, but I didn't remember all their names. Was it John, Mark and Fred? If so, I couldn't remember which was which. One was tall, standing at least a head above the other three. The second had bright red hair and was about the same height and build as Rob, and the third was shorter and a little stockier, with a thick, muscular neck like you see so many times on football players.

They'd found a beach ball in the garage, and I watched as one of them would throw the ball, and another would leap off the diving board, attempting to catch it in midair.

Two briefs and two boxers, I thought to myself with a smile. The wet underwear clung to their bodies, outlining the shape of their penises and hugging against their balls. As I stared at them, I suddenly let out a little giggle, thinking about the absurdity of the entire scene. Here I was, a thirty-four year old woman looking down at four nineteen-year-old boys in their underwear, longingly trying to imagine what was under their shorts. I giggled again and stepped away from the window.

*****

"Iced tea anyone?" I called out from the back door.

I put the tray with the pitcher and four glasses on the wicker table beside the pool and turned to go back inside.

"Deb, wait," Rob said.

I stopped.

"You know," he continued, standing shoulder deep in the water, "I've done all this work getting the pool up and going and I've never seen you use it. Why don't you join use?"

"No, you guys wouldn't..."

"Come on, Mrs. Withrow," one of them interrupted, "the water's perfect."

"So what, you want me to get in a pool with four guys in their underwear?" I said with a laugh, "that might be dangerous."

"Hey, maybe they just want to see how you look in a swimsuit," Roy chuckled.

"You guys must be really desperate," I said.

"I'm not, I've got my girlfriend. But Fred here," Roy said, pointing to the tall boy beside him, "he hasn't had a date in years. He's forgotten what a woman looks like."

"No way!" Fred shouted and began splashing Rob.

"Seriously, feel free to join us," Roy continued, "After all, it's your pool."

I looked down at the four of them standing in the water, four pairs of young innocent eyes looking up at me, and I thought of how I'd felt watching them as they worked on the fence, their bodies fit and strong, and I felt a little unexplainable tremble go through my body. Then I imagined myself standing there in my swimsuit. What would they think? Would they just see me as the lady who hired them to paint the fence, or would they see something else? Would they see something desirable?

"I'll consider joining you. If I do, one or two piece?" I said with a laugh.

They stared at me, a confused look on their faces.

"The suit," I said, "one or two pieces?"

"Oh, wait a second," Roy said with a grin. They looked at each other, whispering back and forth.

"We've taken a vote and the majority says two pieces," Roy laughed.

"You guys are crazy," I said as I turned and went inside.

*****

I stood in front of the mirror. Not too bad for thirty-four, I thought to myself. The bikini top cupped and supported my full breasts, and the bottom hugged tight against the roundness of my hips.

Suddenly, I remembered a trip my ex and I had taken to Las Vegas. It must have been at least ten years ago. He'd bought me a bikini, which to his disappointment, I'd refused to wear in public. I wonder if it's still around, I thought to myself.

I dug through the dresser and found it. It was purple, and very tiny. I smiled, imagining what the boys' reaction might be if I wore it to the pool. Just for fun, I pulled off the bikini I was wearing and slipped into it.

I looked in the mirror and laughed, knowing I couldn't possibly wear it. Two little triangles of fabric did little more than cover the aureoles of my breasts, and the bottom was a thong, the front nothing more than a two-inch wide strip of material which barely covered my pussy, and the back a thin sliver of fabric that seated itself deep in the valley between my asscheeks.

I began to take it off, but for some reason I paused and thought of the boys at the pool. I could hear their shouts as they played in the water. So what, I thought, so what if I wore it? Maybe it would give the boys a little thrill. Or maybe not. I was confused, not quite sure what to do. But then I realized one thing; maybe they'd like it, maybe they'd think I was crazy, but wearing such a revealing outfit in front of them would give me a thrill. And was there anything wrong with that, I thought to myself. I made up my mind. What the hell, I said as I headed downstairs.

*****

"Holy shit!" one of them hissed as I came out the back door.

They were standing in the water, and I felt all four pairs of eyes turning toward me.

"Come out and get some iced tea before it gets warm," I said.

I poured myself a glass and sat down in a lounge chair.

"But we're still in our..." Rob started.

"Don't worry. I promise I won't stare," I interrupted with a laugh.

Roy was the first one out. He plopped down in one of the chairs facing mine. The other three followed and pulled up their chairs beside Rob's.

"Deb," Rob said, "what a great suit. You look magnificent."

I could feel myself blush.

"Well, thank you, Rob," I said, "I was afraid the suit might be a little to... to risqué."

"No, not at all," Fred, the tall one added, "It looks perfect on you. You have a great body for..."

"For someone so old?" I interrupted.

"No, for anyone. I mean, a body for anyone," he stammered, "I mean, a really sexy body, a really sexy suit."

Fred blushed.

"Well, thank you," I said, "My ex bought the suit for me a long time ago, and I've never had a chance to wear it."

"That was his loss," Rob said.

"Well, I did wear it a couple of times," I said

"But you said..." Fred began.

"I meant, I've never worn it in public. He made me put in on for him... in the bedroom."

"You have a swimming pool in the bedroom?" the red headed boy asked with a laugh.

I smiled back at him.

"Oh, I get it! He didn't have swimming in mind," the boy continued, giving me an exaggerated wink.

"No, he didn't have swimming in mind," I laughed.

"And I'll bet you didn't have it on for long," he continued, "I mean, if I were him..."

The boy's voice trailed off as if he was embarrassed to finish the sentence. A blush crept over his face.

"You'd what?" I asked with a smile.

"Uh, nothing," he said in a broken voice, "it's just that you're so... so attractive. I mean, seeing you in that suit and all, would be enough to... you know, to turn any man on."

"Including you?" I asked with a smile. In a strange way, I was enjoying his obvious embarrassment.

His blush deepened and the other boys glanced at him, waiting for his answer.

There was a pause.

"Yeah," he said softly, "Me too."

I saw the stocky boy beside him nod his head in agreement.

"Wow! You guys are great. I'll have to invite you here more often," I said with a smile, "I've gotten more compliments today than I've had in the last year."

"Get some iced tea, guys," I said, pointing to the pitcher on the table.

There was a long pause and none of them moved. I looked at them and they stared back at me with sheepish, embarrassed expressions on their faces.

"What?" I asked, confused.

They all were blushing slightly. The red head glanced down at his lap momentarily and I realized the reason for their embarrassment. I looked back and forth between the four of them, sitting in front of me in their underwear, their legs crossed and their hands resting on their laps.

I suddenly realized how much I was enjoying the situation. Here were four guys sitting in front of me, afraid to stand because they were embarrassed to expose their hardons. I couldn't help myself - I burst out laughing.

"O.K., stay there, guys," I said, still laughing, "stay there and I'll bring you your tea."

I stood and handed Roy a glass, then leaned down to fill it from the pitcher. I realized my breasts were dangling down in front of him, covered only by the little triangular pouches of the bikini.

The stocky kid was next. He held his glass up and as I filled it, out of the corner of my eye I could see the other three boys staring at me. His eyes moved to my breasts swaying in front of him, but when I glanced up at his face, he averted his eyes, as if embarrassed that I'd caught him looking.

The red headed boy was next. He had his legs crossed and one arm rested on his lap. I handed him a glass and he held it up. I couldn't help myself. As I leaned forward to fill his glass, I tipped the pitcher, missing his glass completely and watched as the cold tea and ice cubes splashed onto his lap.

"Fuck!" he cried out loudly.

He raised his arm in surprise and I could see the tent in his underwear, his penis, hard and erect, pushing up underneath it.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," I said, "Here, let me help."

I reached down and brought my hand to his crotch, brushing the ice cubes off his lap, my hand rubbing against his erection through the fabric of his shorts.

"Hmmm," I said with a smile, "what do we have here?"

He let out a little embarrassed groan, then brought his arm down to cover himself again.

I filled his glass and moved to the tall boy. As I poured the tea, I looked down at his lap, his erection causing the front of his boxer shorts to bulge out from his body.

"And you too," I said, "You guys have got to get some girlfriends."

For some reason, I reached down and patted the front of his shorts, like you'd pat a dog on the head, causing his erection to spring up and down. He blushed and let out a little groan, then turned his face away, as if embarrassed.

As I sat down in my lounge chair, I suddenly realized I was enjoying myself immensely. Here were four boys sitting in front of me, their erections threatening to poke through their underwear - erections I'd caused. A vision entered my head and I imagined the four of them naked, their erect cocks pointing toward the sky. And more...I imagined what it would be like to be with them, to feel them inside me, to make love to them, their bodies so young and fit.

And then another vision entered my head, the vision of my ex-husband. I'd been faithful to him through twelve years of marriage, right up to the day he'd announced he was leaving me for some woman he'd met at work. The first few months had been the toughest. I rarely left the house and I found myself breaking down in tears several times a day.

I'm not sure why I'd felt such a deep sadness. Looking back, our marriage hadn't been that great. He drank too much. He partied too much. And I knew he cheated on me. Our sex life hadn't been that great, either. Maybe that had been partially my fault, I don't know, but our sex mainly consisted of him coming home drunk in the middle of the night and crawling on top of my sleeping body, thrusting himself inside of me like I was nothing more than a receptacle to empty his balls into. Two or three minutes of sweaty grunting and it was all over. In the last year of our marriage, I don't think I'd had a single orgasm with him.

Now, six months later, it slowly began to dawn on me that I was allowing myself to wallow in self-pity. Maybe it was just a coincidence, but it was soon after I met Rob and Karen that I finally made the decision to forget about the past and move on with my life. It had been six months since I'd been with a man, and maybe it was nothing more than some primeval urge, but I knew I'd been long enough without sex. I knew I needed it and I knew it was up to me to make it happen.

Life is a series of decisions. Big decisions, little decisions - we make them every hour of every day. Some decisions are well thought, others are unplanned, spur of the moment choices. But all decisions have consequences. As I glanced from boy to boy I made a decision. For better or for worse, for good or for bad, I made a choice, the consequences unknown...

"I had a dream last night," I said softly, looking from boy to boy, "Not just last night, to be precise, it's been a recurring dream."

They looked at me with puzzled expressions on the faces, waiting for me to continue. For some reason, I brought my hand up and absent-mindedly let my finger stroke lightly back and forth across my lower neck, then a little lower, until my finger was making little back and forth strokes at the point where my breasts began to swell out from my chest.

"In the dream," I continued, "I'm on a bed. I'm on my bed. I'm naked, lying on my back. And my hands are tied behind me. And I can't see because there's a silk scarf tied tightly around my head, covering my eyes."

My finger moved slightly lower, and it was now making little circles on my breasts just an inch or two above the tiny patch of material of my bikini top. The boys stared at me in rapt attention, their eyes wide open.

"And I'm lying there, unable to see, when I suddenly hear the bedroom door open. There are footsteps, and I know there is someone there. A man. And in the dream, I'm excited and aroused even though I know I'm helpless and I know the man can do whatever he wants to me and I'll be unable to stop him."

The tall boy's jaw dropped open. The four of them sat motionlessly, staring at me.

"When I awake from the dream," I continued, "I'm drenched in sweat and my body is trembling. And when I realize it was only a dream, a sense of disappointment sweeps over my body."

Now, my finger was stroking slowly across the front of one breast at the point where it disappeared under the top of my bikini. As I sat there in the bright sunlight, the four boys looking at me, I felt almost as if I had gone into some sort of trance, like I was no longer in control of what I was saying, of what I was doing.

I slowly stood and turned toward the house.

"Roy, come with me," I said. The harsh tone of my voice made the words sound like a command. He looked up at me, confused.

"Come with me!" I repeated, louder this time.

He stood. His expression had changed from one of confusion to one of fear, as if I intended to lead him to his doom. He followed behind me as I went inside. I slowly went up the stairs, knowing that behind me, Roy would have a clear view of my ass, covered only by the thin strip of cloth sitting deep between my asscheeks. In my bedroom, I opened the dresser drawer.

"Here, take this," I said, handing him a blue silk scarf and turning my back to him, "I want you to tie my hands together."

"But I couldn't..."

"Just do it!" I interrupted.

He gave a sheepish little groan and knotted the scarf after wrapping it several times around my wrists. I turned to face him. My position, with my arms behind me, caused my breasts to jut out toward him as he stood in front of me. He glanced down at them and blushed, then glanced away. The bulge in the front of his shorts was bigger than ever.

"Now, take the pink scarf and fold it several times, then tie it around my head like a blindfold," I said.

He folded the scarf and put it around my head.

"Make sure it's tied tightly so it won't come off," I told him.

Now I was blind, unable to see. I inched my way across the room until my legs touched the bed. Falling backward, I wiggled to the center of the bed, my arms pinned underneath my body.

"Roy, listen to what I have to say. I want you to go downstairs and tell the other boys where I am. Tell them about the scarves. I'll wait here for half an hour. If any of you want to come upstairs, you may. If none of you want to come up, I'll understand. If you all decide to leave, that's O.K., I'll find a way to get the scarf undone. Do you understand?"

There was a long pause.

"Yes," he answered softly.

Then there was silence. Was he looking at me? Was he deciding what he would do? I knew he was there, standing near the bed, watching me.

"Go," I said, "go tell them."

There was no reply, but I heard his footsteps as he left the room, closing the door behind him. One minute went by. Then two. I felt my heart begin to beat faster. When Roy explained to them what was going on, would they all have a good laugh and stand up and leave, laughing on their way home about the crazy lady they'd just met?