7 comments/ 33601 views/ 24 favorites The Workmen Ch. 01 By: CherylOh My husband has gotten up early this morning; he is headed to Syracuse for the day. But first he is meeting some workmen who he has hired to paint our garage that were coming to the house this morning to begin their work. Our house was less than ten years old but the garage had never been painted and detracted from the overall beauty of the house. I had recently left my job and so was available to stay at home while he was gone and deal with any issues that might come up with respect to the workmen; to call him if any problems arose; dealing with problems was not my strength. Having been up late the night before, I was still in bed as my husband strolled about, getting himself ready for his trip, but mostly preparing things for the soon to arrive workmen. Lying there, my mind was wandering, looking about the bedroom. Bright sunlight was coming in from the eastern facing window in our bedroom. Millions of small particles of dust were dancing in the rays of the bright sunlight; knowing these particles were waltzing throughout the room, a sudden feeling of suffocation quickly passed through my mind. The feeling came and went in an instant as the sound of the security buzzer broke the silence in the bedroom at around eight o'clock; someone was coming up the long, stone covered driveway. Assuming it must be the painters, I did not bother to leave my peaceful resting spot to look out the window to make certain. Calm had overtaken my thoughts as I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling above, its color varying from dark shades of gray to a bright cloud colored white, with patches of yellow, red, and orange where the bright sunlight was dispersed into its primary colors as it passed through a lamp in the room. My left hand had found a warm, soft resting spot on the surface of the silk boxing shorts I was wearing, above the converging lines of my legs and the folds of my vagina. My hand lay still, not attempting to explore this area more thoroughly, content to simply rest it there while my mind wandered now from thoughts of dancing dust balls to elaborate dance halls, glasses of champagne, a very seductive cocktail dress, and admiring young men. Closing my eyes and letting the images float through my mind my thumb began to press gently down, feeling the softness of my lips beneath the silk of my boxers. Slightly startled by the sound of the bedroom door opening, my eyes open, my hand quickly slips slightly to the side, resting now on the upper part of my thigh. I glance at the clock resting on the nightstand to my left as my husband enters the room. It is now eight-thirty. Leaning over the bed my husband kisses me on the forehead and says, "I'll be home at around eleven tonight. If anything comes up just give me a call, I'll have my cell phone on all day. The workmen are here and they know what they're supposed to be doing and so I doubt that anything will come up." I do not say anything in response and continue to lay there, my mind having not yet completely left the dance hall and admiring young men. Heading out of the bedroom he turns and says, smiling mischievously, "These guys are very young and so don't go running around the yard in any of those skimpy bathing suits of yours. I don't know these guys and you don't want to be giving them any ideas." "Yeah, right," I say. "I'm sure seeing me in a bathing suit is nothing a bunch of young guys would even take a second notice of." "Believe me," he says, "they'll notice! I always do! Love you, got to go. Have a good day." Not responding to the last question I say, "Love you too. See you tonight." Closing the door behind him, my husband leaves the bedroom and heads downstairs. The sound of his shoes on the wooden stairs enters the room first, followed next by the sound of the hallway door opening and closing. A few minutes later I again hear the sound of the security buzzer as my husband's car leaves our driveway. He was gone for the day, and for some reason I felt the air around me lighten, the dust settling to the floor, the warm colors of the sunlight on the ceiling seaming brighter, and the warmth between my legs inviting. Staying in bed, my hand repositions itself back on top of my silk boxer shorts, above the warmth of my crotch, my thumb again gently exploring the softness of my mound. Faint noises from the young workers below occasionally stray into the room, altering my thoughts. My mind is no longer thinking of either dancing dust balls or even of dancing handsome young men, my mind now is flashing images created from the words just spoken by my husband, "don't go running around the yard in any of those skimpy bathing suits of yours." Images of me sunning on the deck, bringing the men drinks, admiring their work, while they admired me in my "skimpy bathing suit" were the visions flashing before me now, causing my hand to explore more completely the mound beneath my shorts. My thumb reaches under the silk covering my crotch and slips slightly between the lips of my now moist vagina. My mind becomes focused on images of me in my skimpy bathing suit, the excited young men sneaking glances of me as I feign some busy homemaker activity that forces me to parade in front of the group of young men. In the images the sun hits my tanned body precisely causing the tanning oil on my chest to reflect the white of the sun, highlighting the mounds on either side of my deep cleavage. The men are all smiles in my images. A sensual and comforting warmth envelops my body as a plan quickly develops inside my mind. A decision had been made; on a hot summer day like today it would not be too strange for the workmen to find me in a bathing suit. "Running around in one of my skimpy bathing suits" is exactly what I was going to do today. Anxiously getting out of bed, after making my decision, I walk over to the previously mentioned window, which has a partial view of our long, winding driveway. Parked outside, barely in view, was a small, red pickup truck, and parked a little further down the driveway was my car, a Toyota Prius, which must have been moved there by my husband. I can only see the back of the truck for it is parked close to the garage entrance. The truck is dusty and the bed of the truck is loaded with various items used by painters. Large white cans of paint are pressed against the side of the truck bed wall, multiple paint splattered drop cloths are resting on the bed, and two step ladders are partially hanging out the back of the truck, resting on both the bed of the truck and its tailgate which now hangs fully open, attached to the truck by two chains which are pulled taught. Leaning on the windowsill, kneeling on the small sofa next to the window, my silk boxer shorts pulled tight against my body, my breasts hanging freely in my loosely fitting, sleeveless t-shirt, the roundness of the sides of my breasts and nipples are completely exposed. I stare out the window, my mind alternating between the images of what I see and the images of what I would like to see. Nobody is currently near the truck so I assume the workers must all be inside the garage. Continuing to peer out the window, my mind again wandering, I occasionally see workers walk to the truck to get some tool or other item from the back of the red truck. The two men that I have seen so far are very young. The image that is now fixed in my mind is that of the two young men looking up toward the window, smiling when they see my erect nipples and the fullness of my breasts hanging freely from the side of my t-shirt. The image is only imagined. I resist tapping on the window, waving down to them, and giving them their first glimpse of the day. Exposing my body, in various states of dress, to a bunch of men working at my house has been at the center of many of my past fantasies and it now seemed likely that I would soon be acting on it, at least to some level. I was certainly older than the two men I had just seen through my window, but I was certainly in very good shape. In fact, just recently while crossing a road in downtown Vancouver while on vacation, a young man drove by and hollered out the window to me, "Absolutely perfect!" It wasn't the first time strangers have commented, out of the blue, on my looks. The two workmen in my garage certainly looked pretty young but I'm certain if I wore the right clothes I could get their attention; I was definitely going to try. I headed into the bathroom to shower, thinking about what today might have in store for me. Heading into the bathroom, I stripped completely naked and took a good, hard look into the mirror. I was pleased with the fact that my lightly tanned body was looking pretty good. My body is in very good shape, having exercised multiple times a week since I was in my early twenties and having recently been tanning at my health club in preparation for a trip to St. Martin. My breasts, though not large, are full and round, and hang nicely with no signs of any approaching sagginess. My nipples are a natural shade of red and become erect quite easily; my husband likes it when I wear clothes that accentuate my breasts, showing as much cleavage as possible. My legs are also long and thin, which makes them look especially nice and long in very short skirts. My waxed mound also looked great today and I rubbed my hands across it, amazed at how soft and smooth it felt. The potential to arouse these young men was definitely there, I just needed to decide on the how and the what. How was I going to do it and what outfit would best help my cause. The thought of running around all day in a skimpy bathing suit, barely covering me, while these young men worked in our garage was really exciting. Bringing them food and drink throughout the day would definitely have to be part of my how. I couldn't believe I was actually planning on doing this. First, I took a hot shower, washed my hair, and waxed my legs and brushed the razor across my crotch. My crotch was already waxed and so it just needed a quick run over to make it perfectly smooth, but I took extra care to make certain it was as smooth as my naked ass. Having these men stare at my body while they worked was all I could think about as I stood under the hot soothing spray of the shower. My head tilted back, the hot spray of the water soaking my breasts, I thought about the men sitting on the deck with me, having lunch, while I sat in my skimpy bikini, drinking beers. Maybe walking out to the garage to bring them some more beers, anything that forced me to parade in front of them. My hands washed every inch of my body as these images kept flashing through my mind. After my long shower I towel dried and brushed my teeth. Standing again naked in front of the mirror, I envisioned wearing a bikini bottom as low as possible, letting the men get a good look at the top of my completely bare crotch. Not able to resist, I slid a finger deep inside the lips of my moist vagina, then slowly removed it, letting it slide firmly across my enlarged clit. Reaching in one of the bathroom vanity drawers, I rummaged around and found what I was looking for, a package of temporary tattoos. Removing the plastic covering of a tattoo I placed the image of a long, thorned red rose against my waxed crotch, right above my slit. I then placed a hot wet cloth over the tattoo and firmly pressed the cloth against it, holding the wet cloth for a minute against my skin, slowly removing the wet rag from my crotch. The paper covering the tattoo peeled away with the cloth and a beautiful red rose with a thorned stem stood out against my waxed light skin. The look of it, right above my slit looked sensual and I immediately became excited by the thought of the tattoo peeking out just above my bikini; I would certainly have to be wearing it low for that to happen. I then placed a second temporary tattoo that was also a rose, but shaped into a circle, around my left nipple. Again I held the wet rag tight against the tattoo pressed against my breast for a minute. When the rag was removed a beautiful red rose wrapped around three quarters of my right nipple, which was now quite erect. The tattoo felt smooth against my skin as I took my hand and rubbed it across the surface of the tattoo that encircled my nipple. It looked and felt very sexy and I was certain that I was going to let the men get a good peek of this also, maybe more than just a peek. Reaching under the sink I grabbed a bottle of tanning oil and applied it generously to my entire body. Thrashing through my bathing suit drawer, rejecting one bathing suit after another, I finally, boldly decided on a recent addition to my collection, a tiny white latex micro bikini that my husband had recently purchased for me as a gift. The top part of the bikini was simply two very small white Lycra triangles held together with one long string that went around my back and two other strings attached to the top of the triangles, which tied around my neck. The triangles were no longer than three inches on the bottom and maybe four inches on the two sides. They would cover my nipples but certainly would leave a good deal of my breasts hanging out. The material was very thin and did not contain any liner. If my nipples were to become erect they would be clearly visible through the thin material. The bottom was simply a thong consisting of one tiny strip of the Lycra material forming a small triangle in front that barely covered me held onto my body by long white strings of cloth. The bathing suit was perfect. The bikini top has adjustable cups that slide across the string that was used to tie the top around my chest. After tying it loosely around my chest, wanting the top to ride high across my breasts, I adjusted the top so that the cups were slid to the side so that my nipples were just barely covered and when I leaned forward my nipples were clearly exposed. At least half the rose tattoo that encircled my left nipple was also visible. Intentionally tying the string around my neck too tight, forcing the stretchy string tied around my chest to cut across the bottom half my breasts, below my nipples, leaving the bottom half of each breast completely exposed, hanging out from under the white triangle of the bikini top. The small size of the cups, and how I had tied it on, made it look as though a white triangle had simply been painted onto my breasts, barely covering my nipples, but clearly exposing a good portion of the remainder of my breasts. It appeared to be pretty sexy looking to me and I wondered whether I would have the nerve to wear it in front of the men. I thought I would. The material of my bikini top was so thin that the shape of my nipples was clearly visible, and when I rubbed my hands across my breasts I could clearly feel all the subtle textures of my breasts and nipples; the thought of the workmen doing the same suddenly crossed my mind and another warm glow spread throughout my body. When I put the bikini bottom on, the small triangular front barely covered the tattoo that I had put above my vagina. I slipped my hand inside the triangular bottom and let my finger slide deep inside my now wet vagina and again thought about what might lay ahead. I just needed a pair of shoes to complete the look. I choose a recently purchased pair of tan, high-heeled sandals that had a string of shell-like coins accenting the front of the shoes. The highness of the heels really helped accentuate the curves in my legs. Looking in the mirror I was happy with how I looked. The tattoo above the small thong bottom added quite a bit to the look. The back of the bathing suit was riding high above my backside and looked very sexy, but another tattoo on the small of my back would have added to the look; I decided against it. The high-heeled shoes really accentuated the muscles in my legs and ass and the slight tan and oil really made my legs and ass look super. Finishing off with some makeup I then grabbed a large shell necklace that my husband had bought me in St. Martin and put it around my neck and headed downstairs to make some coffee for the guys, whoever they were. Having no window in the house that gave me a direct view of the garage, I didn't know how many men were working and so I made enough coffee for ten cups and put on a batch of ten cinnamon rolls in the oven. I put the timer on for fifteen minutes. My husband had not gotten the paper yet and so the morning paper would certainly be waiting on the front entryway. Getting the paper would be my first introduction to the workmen. The thought of walking down my long walkway to fetch the paper in this outfit with at least two young men outside, hopefully watching, sent a shiver of excitement through my body. Opening the front door I was pleased to spy the paper at the very end of the walkway, this would mean that the men working in the garage would certainly get a good look at me as I fetched the paper. Halfway down the walkway someone walked out of the garage and headed toward the truck. He hadn't noticed me yet. I would correct that right away. "Oh, good morning," I say. "I didn't know anyone was here. I didn't see anyone out the window when I looked for the paper." Obviously I lied. The young man was startled and quickly turned in my direction. I stood there, six feet tall in my heels, standing as straight as I could with one leg in front of the other, legs slightly bent. I must have been a sight, for he stopped in his tracks when he saw me. He was not one of the two men I had already seen, which brought a smile to my face knowing that there must be at least three young guys here. He was even younger than the other two and was wearing only a pair of short cutoff jeans with workmen boots and socks. He was very tan, handsome and well-built. Nervously the young man replied, "No ma'am, there are three of us here. We spoke with your husband, he says you were sleeping. We tried to be as quiet as possible." Ma'am, what the hell was that all about, I thought. That was going to have to change. Nervously, I continued to walk to the end of the walkway, trying to look as sexy as possible. I say, "My name is Cheryl. I'm making some coffee and was about to go out back and sit in the sun for a bit. Would you guys like some coffee?" Before he could answer, the two men in the garage had heard me and immediately came outside to see what was up. "Morning ma'am," they both say almost at once, looks of astonishment on their faces. Standing now at the end of the walkway I faced the three men who all had looks of disbelief on their faces. Was a half naked women actually standing in front of them asking if they wanted coffee. Not getting a reply I asked again, "I'm making some coffee, would anyone like some?" "Yes!" came the unanimous reply. "We'd love some." "Meet me out back on the deck. I'll be there in a few minutes," I responded. "And its Cheryl, please call me Cheryl." None of the three young men moved an inch, clearly interested in what they were seeing, which excited me tremendously. They all stood still, staring at me as I turned my back toward them, bending my knees slightly as I reached for the paper, thrusting my backside toward the men. Surely they all got a great look at my legs and ass and I hoped they liked what they saw. Standing up I headed back toward the house placing one foot directly in front of the other as I walked, accentuating the sway of my ass. As I entered the front door I gave a coyish wave and said, "See you all out back." Quickly running to the kitchen after entering the house I turned on the intercom system and hit the mute button. I would be able to hear them in the garage but they couldn't hear me. "Fuck," someone says. "Did you see those tits? I would love to rub some tanning lotion on those fuckers! Will she be here all day?" The Workmen Ch. 02 Lounging on the deck, sipping my Mike's lite, I lifted my body off the lounger and scooted my thong down over my ass, over my thighs, past my calves, and slipped it over my three-inched heeled sandals and let the tiny white fabric fall onto the wooden deck beside me. I was now naked, other than my sandals and the shell necklace hanging from my neck. Not really needing it, but doing it anyway, I pour a healthy amount of tanning oil over my body; over my breasts, my stomach, and my legs, and haphazardly rub it into my body, preferring the oil running down my body, pooling in all the hollows and valleys, as the sun beats down on it. I spread my legs on the lounger, allowing the rays of the sun to heat the skin of my inner thighs, the slit of my vagina glistening, oil pooling there, the rose above my slit looking as if it is on fire, matching the fire running through my veins. Taking another sip of my Mike lite, my eyes scan the glistening of my body, and even I'm excited by what I see. Taking one last large sip of my Mike's lite, I place the 3/4 full bottle on the shady side of my lounger and lean back, my body facing south, towards the sun as it reaches its apex in the noon sky, but more importantly, towards the side of the house where the workmen might emerge. I close my eyes, my mind swirling with thoughts of what might happen next; my imagination apparently has no limits. Images pass quickly through my mind, one moment I'm naked, holding a paintbrush in my hands, making large up and down brushstrokes on the garage wall as the three men all stand around me, all wearing only their shorts and boots. None of them are painting, their only concern is watching me. In a flash, in the blink of an eye, in the time it takes to fire a synapse, I am now standing in the middle of the large garage, the men now completely naked, their hands dripping with the white silky paint from the bucket. Their hands are caressing every part of my body, the cool silky paint beginning to cover every inch of my naked body, feeling it drip down my breasts, my stomach, and my thighs. A wet finger slides between the deep mounds of my ass. I raise my arms above my head, giving the men better access to my body. An image of my husband invades my thoughts. He is sitting across from me at a fancy restaurant, he is smiling. My body tenses slightly as I ponder why the image has appeared. I consciously push the image back and am rewarded with a new image. Down on my knees on a paint smattered tarp in the middle of the garage, the four men (yes, there were now four men for some reason) stood surrounding me, their bodies partly covered with the white paint. As the images flash through my mind my hand, my real hand, slides down my body resting above the slit of my vagina, warm oil has pooled there. Spreading my legs further apart, my left leg now over the edge of the lounger, my left foot resting on the hot surface of the deck, I bend my right leg upwards towards me, my right foot resting just below my ass. Leaning my right bent leg outwards, my legs are spread wide now as my two fingers easily slip between the folds of my vagina, while my fantasy hands sink deep into the bucket of the cool silky white paint, emerging from the bucket dripping with the gooey paint. My paint dripping hands, and I think I have four, are now vigorously covering the four men's cocks with the paint, my hands seeming to be constantly dripping with the paint as my hands and fingers explore every part of their cocks and balls, sliding up and down sinuous, slippery shafts that seem impossibly long and thick. My mouth opens as one of my hands pulls a thick long white cock towards it... RING! RING! RING! The sound of the phone startles me from my daydream. I am confused for a brief moment and then RING! RING! RING! I spot the wireless phone sitting on the table next to me where I had placed it earlier. Picking up the phone, pressing the green button I say, "Hello." "Hey, it's me," I hear my husband's voice say on the other end of the line. "Just wanted to let you know I arrived safely," he adds. "Oh," I say, still a bit dazed but coming around quickly. "Thanks for calling." I reach around the back of the lounger with my free hand and pull the back upwards, allowing my body to lie in a more upright position. My left leg still hangs over the side of the lounger, my left foot resting on the deck, while my right leg is bent upwards, my left hand now reaches forward and grips onto my left ankle as I close my legs slightly, trying to compose myself. "Yeah," he quickly replies, "we're on lunch break." There is a brief silence before he asks, "So, how's it going with the workers, everything fine?" There is a subtle change in his voice as he asks the question. "Oh," I quickly reply, trying to sound nonchalant, "yes, everything's fine. I brought them coffee earlier. They're busy in the garage painting." I then add, trying to sound concerned, "Do you want me to check on them? See if everything is going OK?" "No, no! I was just wondering if anything came up." Again, there is a slight change in his voice as he asks, "What about you? What are you up to?" I wanted to say I was inside sewing or something, but I thought he might be able to detect from the sounds on the phone that I was outside, so instead I say, "Oh just doing some gardening in the backyard. ...going to head in soon for lunch myself." Just then I hear a sound coming from the side of the house and I see Jim heading out towards the deck. He stops at the edge of the deck as he realizes that I am on the phone - and that I am completely naked. He gives me a quick look as he is about to turn around and head back out to the garage. I hold up my hand and wave him forward towards me, and as he approaches the lounger I put my index finger to my lips in a 'be quiet' gesture as my husband now quizzes me on my attire. "Wearing a skimpy bikini are you?" he asks in a joking manner, but I can tell he is not joking. NO!" I say, sounding offended by the question, and at the moment it was true, I was indeed not wearing a skimpy bikini. I hold up one finger to Jim, letting him know I will just be another minute and point to the end of the lounger that lies empty, gesturing him to sit. Jim, wearing only his jean shorts and boots, sits on the empty half of the lounger, on the left side, where my one leg rests over the edge and as he turns his seated body towards me his bare lower leg presses against my leg, while his bare arm presses against my right upwardly bent leg, the toes of my right foot practically resting under his ass. The moment practically overwhelms me; a stranger sitting next to my naked body, his body touching mine, while my husband questions me on the phone. My breathing becomes fast and heavy, I can feel my breasts heaving as I breathe, the heat from the sun, or from my veins, begins to press down on my body, I feel flush, slightly feint, no longer composed. "OK, good," my husband says. "Are you going out at all today?" Jim adjusts his position on the lounger, moving backwards a bit and up closer to my body, his left leg presses more firmly against my own left leg that rests over the edge of the lounger, forcing me to spread my leg slightly. Moving my right foot now behind his body, my leg now only halfway bent upward, the long oily lower half of my leg now presses against Jim's bare back, forcing my right leg to spread open, Jim's body now sitting between my two spread legs. My mind in a fog, I try to remember my husband's question, something about what I was doing in the afternoon. I give him a partial truth, "Well I was thinking of going out to wash my car, but I didn't know if it was OK to leave the workmen by themselves." Jim continues to sit on the lounger, listening to my conversation, but not interrupting or trying to touch me. I raise my finger again indicating another minute and then point down towards my Mike's Lite, requesting Jim reach down and get it for me. He gets the drink and passes it to me and I take a long sip as my husband talks on the phone. The drink is still cool, though no longer cold, and I lower my arm, placing the wet cool bottle directly above the slit of my vagina, it's bottom resting on the smooth waxed mound where the rose tattoo is affixed. My eyes are lowered, trying not to look directly at Jim, which helps to calm me slightly. My right leg, which is slightly bent and pressed against Jim's back, now nervously begins to sway slightly from side to side, first to the right, forcing my legs to open slightly, then back against Jim's bare back. Lifting my eyes slightly I see Jim staring directly between my legs, watching as my legs open and close, open and close, open and close. A trail of condensation from the bottle drips down the smooth surface of my mound, finding the deep valley that is hidden between the lips of my vagina, it pools for a moment until I again sway my right leg outward, further this time, spreading my legs wider, the pool of cool water disappears inside the crevice as my legs are spread wide for a moment; the feeling causes a tingle in my body. My husband tells me it is OK to leave the workmen alone in the afternoon. I have been giving him short "yes", "no," "OK," replies to his comments, having difficulty concentrating. I try to focus. "So what do you think of the workmen?" he asks, a hint of jealousy in his voice. "They looked pretty young to me." Lifting my head now, staring directly at Jim, the young handsome workman, who raises his own head and stares back at me smiling, and I wonder how I should answer this question. I take the bold approach. "Yes they are very young." I say. "...and handsome too!" I add, smiling over at Jim, wondering if he knows who I am talking about. He gives me a mischevious smile back. He knows. So I add, "But I'm sure they haven't even taken a second glance at me. I'm probably considered ancient in their minds." Jim nods his head in agreement to the last comment and smiles. I slap his back with my right leg and give him an angry look. He smiles again. Usually my husband does not like talking on the phone for long but for some reason he seems intent on continuing our conversation. I give Jim another 'just a minute' gesture with my finger and Jim mouths silently, "I can wait all day." "Believe me, they noticed you," my husband says in the phone. "What are you wearing?" "Just my usual gardening clothes," I answer vaguely. Jim reaches over and takes the Mike's Lite from my hand and brings it to his mouth where he takes a long sip. He then returns the bottle, but instead of placing it back where it came from, when my right leg swayed fully to the right, he slips the cool, wet bottle directly between my legs, the bottle pressed directly against my vagina. I close my legs tightly around the bottle as a soft sigh escapes from my mouth; I hope my husband did not hear it. "Does that include that tight thin white skimpy top that has the pink AMI logo on it?" he asks. "Yes," I reply, since it is the usual top I wear when gardening. "And I suspect you're not wearing a bra under it," he continues. "No," I say timidly, "but you know I can't wear a bra when I do yard work. It will get ruined from the sweat and dirt." Jim slides the bottle out from between my legs again and takes another sip. I open my legs wide, allowing him to place it back from where he took it, and then close my legs again tightly around it. Another sigh escapes across my lips as I feel the cool bottle tucked tightly against my throbbing vagina. "Well then they've noticed you," he says, a harsher tone in his voice this time. "With that pink lettering on the front you might as well plaster 'Check out my boobs' on the front of the shirt." It actually sounds as if my husband is jealous, though that would be a rarity. He never gets jealous when men look at me, in fact, I've always thought he enjoyed it. "I've hardly even seen them," I reply. "Only when I brought them the coffee, and every so often one will come out back for a glass of water." I then added, and regretted it as soon as it slipped past my lips, I think I was testing him, "And when I brought them the beers." I spread my legs slightly and reach down between my legs and grab the bottle of Mike's, letting it slide upward across the lips of my vagina, separating them as it slides upward, the cool wet bottle presses now against my clit. I leave my legs spread as I take a sip of the drink, letting Jim get a good look at my wet throbbing vagina before I replace the bottle back between my legs, then closing them tightly around the bottle. "You brought them beers?" he asks. "Why did you bring them beers? They're supposed to be working." I can't formulate an answer; my heart is pounding, and my breathing heavy. Jim has begun pumping the bottle up and down between my legs, pressing the bottle between my lips, tightly against my swollen clit. My legs open slightly, giving him easier access, letting the bottle slip deeper between my lips. It's too much to take; I reach down with my free hand to stop him, resting my hand on top of his, putting pressure on his hand, stopping his pumping action. "Cheryl! Are you there?" my husband asks on the phone. I try to control my breathing. "Yes!" is all I say. I can barely speak. My hand releases the pressure being placed on top of Jim's hand. He begins again, pumping the bottle up and down across my vagina, between my lips, across my blood swollen clit. I don't stop him but I keep my hand resting on his as it pumps the bottle, feeling his strong hand against my fingers. His other hand is rubbing his cock beneath his jean shorts. "Well," he says, sounding annoyed, "I asked you, why you brought them beer?" Jim is lowering the bottle further down between my legs, the long throat of the bottle slides across my clit, further he goes until the opening of the bottle is pressed against my own opening. He keeps the bottle there, the bottle ready to enter, to explore my secret passageway, but it does not enter. I slide my body downwards on the lounger, the bottle breaks the entryway and enters me. "Because it's hot!" I finally answer to my husband, though the words could have also been directed at Jim and he does take it as a sign of encouragement and pushes the bottle deeply inside me. I have to spin the phone upwards so the mouthpiece is away from my mouth as gasps escape from across my lips as Jim now pumps the bottle of Mike's Lite in and out of my wet hot vagina. There is still liquid in the bottle and it sloshes out of the opening and into my vagina, it feels wonderful, my body is on fire, I am in ecstacy. Jim lifts the back of the bottle upwards emptying the entire contents of the bottle into my thirsty vagina. I lift my left foot off the deck and place my leg over Jim's legs, and now I wrap both legs around Jim's bare waist and pull him towards me. The first tsunami wave of an orgasm crashes through me, as I feel his muscular body pressed against my bare legs, my body begins to spasm, my upper body lurches forward as each new wave of the orgasm crashes upon me. My husband is still talking on the phone. I really have no idea what he is saying and I am saying nothing, at least into the phone; almost silent gasps are crossing my lips at each wave of the orgasm. The orgasm finally subsides, I lean backwards onto the back of the lounger and stare over at Jim, his one hand continues to massage his swollen cock through his shorts, while the other continues to pump the bottle in and out of my vagina, though slowly now, as he is aware my orgasm has ended. I watch now as he pushes the bottle forward and am amazed that almost the whole bottle disappears inside me. Breathing almost normally now I swing the phone downwards and speak into the mouthpiece, "I'm sorry. I didn't hear you. I was distracted." Leaning forward I reach across Jim's body and grasp onto his thick long cock hidden beneath his shorts, and knead it with my fingers. "I'm trying to get the hose to work!" "Well be careful with that faucet in the back," my husband says into the phone, "the knobs not attached well and it can easily soak you. And that's all we need, that skimpy white shirt of yours soaking wet with those young workmen around." "I'll be careful," I say, though the sound of me getting that sleeveless t all wet in front of the guys excites me. "Well I better get going," I say in almost my normal speaking voice. "I have some things I need to do," I add, my fingers till clinched around Jim's thick cock. "OK," he says. "And I think you should avoid the workers when you can; don't want to give them the wrong idea." I reluctantly release my grip of Jim's cock and lean back onto the lounger. Jim has the Mike's Lite bottle completely hidden inside me. "OK," I say into the phone. "Love you!" "Love you too!" my husband says. "See you tonight." Pressing the red button on the phone, I hang up and reach across my body and place the phone down onto the table. Jim removes his hand from the bottle and it slides partially out from inside me, he turns his body towards me and starts to climb onto the lounger, obviously wanting to take this further. I am now feeling bad and guilty about what we just did and need to stop this. Raising my two arms and placing my hands onto Jim's shoulders, I push back, halting his advance. "No!" I say, trying to sound convincing. "That was nice, but I went way too far. I'm sorry. I can't continue." I manage to slip my legs over the side of the lounger, the bottle has slipped out and now rests on the lounger. I raise my body up into a standing position, malt liquor streams down my inner thighs. I reach over for my practically transparent shirt and begin to put it on, trying to show some semblance of modesty, though I suspect that ship sailed when I let Jim slip a beer bottle up inside my vagina. Jim has also risen and he is helping me with my shirt with one hand while his other arm wraps behind me as he places his hand on my ass and pulls me towards me. "No, you don't want to stop!" he declares. "Don't you want to feel my thick cock inside you?" He pulls me closer as his chest rubs against my bare oily breasts. I'm afraid I won't be able to stop him now. My shirt now on, though it covers nothing, I slide my two arms between our bodies and attempt to push Jim back. "No!" I say again, trying to sound even more convincing. "As I said, it was fun, but we went too far. We have to stop!" I push him a little further back. Perhaps accepting my decision, Jim steps back and pleads one more time, "are you sure?" "Yes!" I say with conviction. "I'm sure!" My bare breasts are completely visible through the opening of my shirt. "Now why did you come out back to see me?" He has to think for a moment, "Oh yeah, we're heading out to lunch, and we wanted to know if you wanted to join us?" Happy to have changed the subject I say, "Sure, where you going?" "To a little burger joint in Fultonville," he answers, his eyes staring right at me, his beautiful bare chest wet with perspiration, rippling with muscles, his shorts riding very low, well below his waist, the shape of his still swollen cock visible under his shorts. I'm having difficulty containing myself. "It's not far," he adds. "Let me get changed," I say, picking up the now empty bottle, or dildo, from off the lounger, and then bending down to get my bikini top and bottom that was still on the floor. When I stood back up and turned to walk into the house, Jim was now standing right in front of me and I accidentally bumped right into him, my bare breasts rubbing against his sweaty bare chest. I could feel the moisture from his chest rub onto my breasts, wetting my nipples, causing them to quickly become firm and erect again. Jim reached out and grabbed my shoulders as I momentarily stumble, my mind dizzy, my breasts rubbing against him, my free hand grabbing tightly onto his side for support. "Whoa, steady there," he says. "You look terrific just like that," he adds with a smile. The Workmen Ch. 03 Back in the house I wipe the liquid off my legs with a towel, slip on my thong, and run upstairs to my bedroom and search for an old cutoff jean skirt that I hadn't worn in years. It was made from an old pair of very short, jean shorts and was hardly a foot wide. Putting it on over my bikini bottom it rode very low on my hips and could easily fall down over them. I thought about leaving it that way but decided I had better put on a rope belt, tied loosely. With the belt tied loosely, the skirt still rode low on my hips but didn't threaten to fall off completely. Barely seeing the thong bikini in the back, I decided to pull the thong back up high and tight, pushing the thin strap of the thong tight between the cheeks of my buttocks, leaving a good two inches of the thong now riding above the edge of my skirt. Putting the bikini top back on, I then grabbed a white, long sleeve, Polo shirt from my closet and put it on over the bikini top. Loosely tying the shirt high around my waist, I decided to button only one of the buttons, leaving the top still quite open in front but not enough that I would look silly in a restaurant. Reaching inside the shirt top, I slid the bikini top triangles over so that the edges of my nipples were visible under the shirt. I then rolled up the sleeves of the shirt. After brushing my teeth, freshening up my makeup, brushing my hair and adding a dark red lipstick, I head downstairs and out the front door. Jim, Matt and Jonell were standing by the pickup truck. "Should I drive," I yelled over, not knowing how all four of us would fit inside the small truck. "No, no," Jim replied. "We'll all fit fine. Come on over." Walking over toward the truck, my skirt riding so low on my hips that if I had not been totally waxed, my pubic hair would be showing. My shirt pulled open as wide as possible showing traces of the bikini top underneath, and my legs looking strong and long with my high-heeled sandals and my just barely legal short jean skirt, the men kept their stares directed at me until I had reached the side of the truck. Based on the smiles on their faces they approved of my outfit. "You're going to have to get in last Cheryl," Jim says. "You'll have to sit on someone's lap. Hope you don't mind?" "Not at all," I say, slightly laughing. "I think though it's going to be tight." Jim got in the drivers side and Jonell slid onto the center of the bench seat inside the truck. Matt got in last, leaving no room for me on the seat. "Come on up," Matt says as he extends his hand to me. Sitting on Matt's lap my head was pressed against the roof of the truck, causing me to have to bend forward. It was not comfortable. "Let me try something else," I say. Closing the door, I slipped off my sandals and slung my legs on top of Jonell and Jim and then slid forward, my butt now resting between Matt's and Jonell's legs, my head resting comfortably against the window of the passenger side door. The sliding motion caused my skirt to rise, giving everyone, except Matt, a clear view of my triangle covered crotch; I didn't attempt to adjust it. Tucking my left foot between the seat and the driver side door, my leg pressed up against Jim's chest, I then had to spread my legs, placing my right leg under the steering wheel, resting on top of Jim's legs, my foot pressed against the side of the driver's door, trying to avoid pressing against the steering wheel. Other than the fact that this position forced me to spread my legs open, it actually was quite comfortable; and spreading my legs a bit didn't bother me at all, in fact I kind of liked it. "Alrighty," I say. "Almost all set," I add as I take Jonell's arms and lay them across my lap. "Now hold onto me; I don't have a seatbelt and so you'll need to protect me." Jonell held firmly onto my side with his hands, with one arm lying across my skirt and the other lying across the bare skin of my upper thigh. "One final adjustment," I say as I take Matt's left arm and placed it across my waist, rubbing against my breasts, and asked him to put his right arm behind me. I then took my right arm and laid it across Matt's arm and reached behind his neck with my left arm. Matt's hands were now clasped tightly as he held me tight against his body. I was now not only comfortable but felt pretty horny sitting on top of these three handsome young men, heading out to lunch, my arms holding onto Matt while they in turn held tightly onto me. "Everyone comfy," I asked, wiggling my butt a little against Jonell's leg. Everyone said, "Yes!" as Jim backed out of the driveway. Jim drove with one hand, his right hand having been placed on top of my right leg, his fingers slightly rubbing my calf as he drove. Jonell reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a joint and asked with a smile, "Anyone want to get high?" Both Jim and Matt answered yes; I didn't say anything, though the thought of getting high seemed appealing, although I was already feeling pretty lit from the alcohol that I had already had this morning. Matt lit the joint and passed it around. When it came to me I took a large hit and held it in as I leaned back onto the door. Not much talk took place as the joint continued being passed around. After my second hit I was really beginning to feel it, as I closed my eyes and leaned back. Feeling Jonell press the joint against my lips I took a third hit, after which he wet his fingers with his mouth and put the joint out, placing the remainder into his shirt pocket. Feeling now quite high and also extremely sexually excited, I slid further down the passenger door, my skirt sliding up as I slid onto Jonell's lap, my thong bottom now almost completely uncovered, my now bare ass resting in Jonell's lap, pressed up against his cock, which I could now feel growing inside his pants, wiggling my butt slightly up against it. Jonell's left arm was now laid across my crotch, resting on the white surface of my thong bottom, his hand rubbing the side of my now bare hip, while his right hand was placed directly on my stomach, his thumb probing beneath the top of my skirt. Matt's arm was now resting across the lower part of my now partially bare breasts, the sliding down motion having caused his arm to push up the bottom of my shirt, exposing the uncovered bottom half of my breasts. His right arm still behind me, his hand now rubbing the small of my back, his fingers inserted inside the waistline of my skirt. Jim's free hand was now rubbing the inner portion of my left leg, from the bottom of my calf up to the top of my inner thigh, stopping just short of my crotch, causing a sexual tingling within my crotch. Feeling quite comfortable, leaning back, my eyes closed, relaxed, feeling extremely sexually aroused, letting these three young, handsome men explore my body with their hands, I was taken back when Jim suddenly removed his hand from my leg and pulled off the road and announced, "We're here." Quickly sitting back up and looking out the window, a small tavern stood in front of the truck, announcing on its sign, "Food and Drink." Not wanting to move from my comfortable position and also having a strong desire to see where this current situation might lead, I boldly announced, "I'm too comfortable. Let's get something to eat back at the house. I'll make us lunch." Everyone quickly agreed and Jim backed out of the driveway and back onto the road. Having sat back up, my butt was now again resting between Matt and Jonell and both my shirt and jean skirt had also lowered back into place. The sexual tension that permeated the cab of the truck just a moment ago had dissipated and someone needed to force it back. I wanted to continue where we had left off. "You know," Jim says, with a big grin on his face and lust in his eyes, "my men have all seen hints of your tattoo. It looks pretty sexy. Do you think you can give us all a better look?" "Sure!" I quickly say, still feeling quite high and very horny, wanting to rekindle the sexual tension that had recently permeated the cab of the truck, I proceed to unbutton my blouse and untie the loose knot still holding it closed. Instead of simply pulling the blouse back I lean forward and ask Matt to help me pull the blouse off. After Matt had lowered the blouse off my shoulders I slid the shirt over my right arm and then pulled it over my left arm, completely removing the blouse. Leaning back, now with only my small bikini top barely covering my breasts, I put my shirt on the small surface behind the truck seat. Shocking even myself, I then slid both triangles across the white string as far to the sides as they would go. Stretching the strings of the bikini top around the bottom and sides of my breasts, the stretchy white strings now acted as simply a harness for my breasts, lifting them both up and inward, creating clearly defined cleavage. My nipples were sticking straight out with the thorned rose encircling my right nipple. With my back pressed against the window door, I slightly arched my back, pressing my breasts forward, trying to give the young men a good look. Putting Matt's arm back around my waist, his arm rubbing against the lower portion of my breasts, I laid my arms on top of his, one hand wrapped around his wrist. "There," I say to everyone. "What do you think? I think it's kind of sexy too!" My entire body was now tingling with excitement and anticipation, sitting straight up, watching cars pass by, observing the lust in the soft, beautiful eyes of these three young men, all intently staring at my naked breasts, wondering what would happen next, wanting more to happen. Everyone was stunned, this attractive woman, with nicely shaped, full breasts completely exposed, sitting straight up in the cab of the truck, riding down a country road, asking what they thought of a tattoo wrapped around her erect nipple. Jonell, not knowing what to do or what to say, he quickly grabs the joint in his pocket and lit it again. "It certainly is sexy, and your breasts look absolutely perfect," says Jim nervously, as he tried to pay attention to the road, forcing himself to look away from me only long enough to keep us from going off the road and hitting a tree. "I've really never seen nicer, sexier looking breasts!" Jonell passed me the joint. Excited by Jim's comments and the attention being paid to my breasts, I took a large hit, holding the smoke deep inside my lungs. When I finally exhaled, I was gone, my mind lost in the sexual excitement of what was happening, my body seething with sexual anticipation of what was going to happen next, lusting for these men, wanting to have sex with them as we rode through the streets of Clinton County. "Is the tattoo real?" Jim asks. Not wanting to say no, but also not wanting to lie, instead I say, as I lean slightly forward, pushing my breasts toward Jim, "See for yourselves. Go ahead and touch it." Jim's hand quickly reached over, his fingers running across the surface of the tattoo, flicking across the outer surface of my nipple. A tingling sensation runs throughout my body, I wanted the other men to touch me. I needed them to touch me! "Everyone, go ahead, feel it," I whisper, again leaning back against the window, my eyes now closed, arching my back, pushing my breasts forward, allowing everyone an opportunity to check the authenticity of my tattoo. Jim's hand pulled back, as both Matt's and Jonell's hands pressed against the tattoo, rubbing it slightly with their fingers. Matt's other hand was now rubbing my other breast also, delicately squeezing my erect nipple between his thumb and finger. I didn't object, continuing to just lie there, savoring the moment, feeling the strong sexual sensations running through my body. Moaning softly now, my body wriggling as Matt and Jonell continued to play with my breasts, pinching and squeezing my nipples, giving them no indication that I would object to anything they did. Feeling Jim's hand slide up my leg, his fingers now pressing against the thin white material of my thong bottom, a louder moan escaped from my mouth, as I tried to spread my legs wider, giving him better access to my crotch. Both my breasts were now being vigorously rubbed by Matt and Jonell, my nipples also being tweaked, pinched and rubbed by the two young men as Jim continues to rub his hand against my crotch, pushing his fingers against the now wet material of my thong bottom, allowing his fingers to enter me as deep as the material will allow. Jonell's left hand was now reaching further under the waist of my skirt, his fingers rubbing against the hidden rose tattoo that was placed on my waxed crotch, the tip of his finger rubbing against the slit of my vulva. Matt's mouth was now kissing the side of my neck as I arched my head sideways giving him better access. Soft moaning sounds were escaping from my mouth more regularly, getting louder and more intense, as the men worked on my body. Leaning back, enjoying everything that was happening, five hands probing my body, I envisioned this situation going even further; I wanted to be completely naked, satisfying the lust and desire that was apparent in the faces of these three young men. As if reading my mind, Jim suddenly says, still pressing his fingers firmly against the wet material covering my vagina, "That tattoo's wonderful, but I was actually talking about seeing your other tattoo." Knowing exactly what he meant, and without hesitation, I reached down and untied the rope belt holding up my jean skirt and then undid the snap and zipper. Both Matt and Jonell continued rubbing my breasts but their eyes were now totally concentrating on what was happening with my skirt. Lifting my body up, I slid the skirt across my ass and down over my legs, but was unable to push it all the way off because of the positioning of my legs. Not wanting to stop there, I pulled my knees back and lifted my legs high in the air, temporarily blocking Jim's view, as I pushed the skirt down my legs and over my feet. When it was completely off I threw it on the back of the seat, beside my blouse. Instead of placing my left leg back onto Jim's lap, I positioned my foot on the back of the front seat, behind Jim's neck, so my thigh was now rubbing across Jonell's chest. I again placed my right leg under the steering wheel, my foot pressed against the door, my legs now spread much wider than before. My thong bottom was riding extremely low, the rose tattoo and half the slit of my vagina was now clearly visible, as I leaned back against the side door, observing what was happening. Both Matt and Jonell continued rubbing my breasts, but were now also staring directly at my exposed crotch and rose tattoo, a look of fascination, lust and desire in their youthful faces. Without asking, Jim placed his free hand on top of the newly exposed rose tattoo and says, "That feels great. You're so smooth and so sexy!" "Thanks," I say, quickly adding, "Matt, Jonell, would you two like to feel how smooth it is? I just waxed yesterday." Both Matt and Jonell quickly reached down and ran their fingers across the smooth surface of my crotch. Not wanting to close my eyes, I watched as these three handsome young men explored my entire naked body. Each of them had one hand rubbing my crotch as they pushed and tugged against my thong bottom, forcing it further and further down my leg, until my entire crotch was exposed and the thong bottom was now stretched around the upper portion of my thigh. At least two of them had buried fingers deep inside me. My breasts were both being rubbed, tugged and massaged by Matt's and Jonell's free hands, as I leaned back and watched with excitement and desire, occasionally lifting my butt up and down, lifting my crotch up toward the exploring hands and fingers, forcing their fingers in and out of my vagina. My left leg still resting on the back of the seat, I pulled my right foot forward onto Jim's lap, bending my knee, forcing my legs to spread wider, my foot buried between his legs, pressing against his hardened cock hiding inside his pants, my thong bottom now stretched tight across my upper thigh. Moaning louder now and wanting more, as the men continued exploring my body, their hands exploring everywhere that they could reach, I again, without being asked, pulled both my legs back, lifting my knees high into the air, as I reached down and slid the thong bottom over my legs and off, simply throwing it on the floor. I was now truly completely naked, lying on the laps of three beautiful, young men who, most importantly, wanted me, lusted for me, desired me, as much, and maybe more than I desired them. Keeping my eyes closed, my moaning intensifying, in both loudness and frequency, as these three young men explored every part of my body as we rode through the streets, not caring if anyone was driving near us. Multiple fingers were now probing the inside of my vagina as I felt Matt undoing his pants with his right hand, freeing his erect penis, which he then began rubbing against my back. I could feel the wetness of the pre-cum on the tip of his penis as he rubbed it up and down the small of my back. Reaching behind me, I grabbed onto his cock and rolled it back and forth, between my back and hand, feeling the wetness of the tip, as his cock began to grow larger, moaning noises now coming from Matt. Wrapping my fingers around his cock, pumping up and down his massive shaft, I could feel Matt's body begin to thrust up and down to the rhythm of my hand. He was on the verge of an orgasm. Not wanting Matt to orgasm, at least not now, I reluctantly removed my hand from around his thick, long cock and brought my arm back around to the front of my body and slid down, putting my head in Matt's lap, my naked ass sliding forward, across Jonell's crotch and resting between Jonell's and Jim's legs, with one foot still behind Jim's neck, resting on the back of the seat, my naked thigh and ass now pressed tight against Jim's side. My right leg was now tucked under the steering wheel, my knee bent back with my foot pulled tightly toward me, pressing against Jim's crotch, forcing my legs to spread even further than before, allowing more fingers to enter me. As my head lay on Matt's lap, his large penis was now pressed tightly against the side of my face, his shaft rubbing against my cheek, the tip of his large cock rising well above the lips of my mouth, a small amount of cum glazing the tip of his cock. Matt's hand was holding his penis, rubbing it back and forth against my face, his cum wetting my cheek. Turning my face toward him, I opened my mouth, allowing the shaft of his cock to enter my mouth, a salty taste settling on my tongue. Moving my head up and down, Matt's cock sliding across my lips, my tongue licking his shaft, I try to lift my head high enough so the tip of his cock was inside my mouth, allowing me to suck as much of his cock inside me as possible. My position did not allow me to lift my head high enough and so I had to content myself with sucking and licking the shaft of his large cock, as Matt now pulled my face against his cock, assisting me as I pumped my head up and down, sucking his shaft with my mouth as my tongue licked every inch of it. Jonell continued rubbing my body, one hand buried deep inside my crotch while his other hand massaged my breasts and teased at my nipples. Reaching for Jonell's crotch, my hand could feel his hard captured cock inside his shorts. Rubbing his cock hard, up and down through his shorts, it began stiffening and growing as my hand massaged it, now desperately wanting his black, naked cock in my hands, in my mouth. I was momentarily disappointed when Jim suddenly removed his hand from my body but was quickly relieved, feeling his hands working at the zipper and snap of his shorts. With only one free hand he managed to undo his shorts and slide them down his legs and then proceeded to push my right foot hard against his now naked cock, rubbing it up and down the shaft of his cock, masturbating himself with the sole of my naked foot. Feeling his cock rub against the soles of my foot, the warm feeling of his pre-cum, brought me to another level of sexual excitement, I began vigorously rubbing his cock, up and down, trying to wrap my toes around his cock, wanting to bring Jim to orgasm.