Wow, I just read about a woman (Candy) who had her string bikini story. My name is Silvia and I had a very similar story in many respects. When I got divorce, my husband, being well off and I split the homes. My house is large and now on my own, no children, I had to make due with what I have. The house is fully paid for at a value of two million but much too large for just me and so I had a college guy live in my on-suit to helped me cover the bills and taxes and such.
I was 36 at the time, 5'9" and 135lbs with a natural large C and depending on the bra, D cup breasts. I make mention of that because I have always been know for my looks. The college student is Dave, a good looking guy 20, 6'2" and 185lbs or there about's. He and I got along well, often sharing my backyard to sunbath in.
He always commented and complimented me on my body, especially when I wore a string bikini. Even when he applied sunscreen to my back, buns and back of my legs, he never once made a pass. I actually thought he was maybe gay. Not that I want him to make a pass but I found it weird that he never even tried.
He came to me one day saying he wanted to have his men's water polo team over for a yard party. Sure, why not! was my responce. I offered to be the hostess and he gladly accepted. I really love parties and looked forward to making it a grand success. Sadly for Dave it was poorly attended with only 6 guys showing up.
I did my job, producing appetizers and pouring drinks and serving beer. As I was doing so, I caught their eyes on me and heard guys commenting on how hot I was. I was not unaccustomed to these things but it was not just I who was hot, so too was the weather. A very warm 96F causing most of the young men to take off their shirts, muscular all and a juicy delight to behold.
The party was for the most part, dead. Dave should have thought to bring or invite some girls. Could be the why as to the poor attendance. So I decided to add some female excitement and change from a conservative sundress to my very small and very revealing bright pink string bikini and topping the look off with stiletto heels.
Well wouldn't you know it, that was the magic moment. When I walked out, all now in heels over 6 feet tall with a stunning, if I may say, figure, they acted like young men do, foolishly. I loved it as did they. I became the focus of their attention, all making passes of one kind or other. The more the alcohol consumed, the braver the passes.
They would put their arm around me while standing beside me talking. Several would slide a hand down to my bare buttocks. I never once would brush it away but instead either ignored it or put my hand on top of theirs holding it there.
The heat of the day really kicked in and after a hour we were forced to take it into my area of the home for the AC. Being too chilly for a string bikini I made mention as to changing into something more appropriate which was met with a loud and very flattering and resounding NO!
By this time these guys were feeling no pain. Being that the heat outside was dehydrating, what alcohol they had was hitting them hard. I walked around, my nipples very erect from the chill, talking with each and noting that hands were on me from different directions with an obvious comfort on their and my part to do so.
I too had a few drinks, not drunk but feeling good, frisky and being in my late 30s loving the attention of men in their late teens and twenties. It was all very nice. It started to get very handzee. As I was standing, one fellow who was sitting behind me, caressed my ass cheeks and then kissing my butt. The guys watched as I acted like it was okay. He then rubbed the back of my legs which felt exquisite, a warmth now moving in my loin area. He pulled me down to sit on his lap, and as I sat on his lap he moved what little top I had on my left breast exposing a nipple and then started sucking on it like a baby suckles. I loved it, so much so that I straddled his lap to face him, took my top off and pulled his beautiful face into my wanting tits.
The guys went from loud to very quiet. He was displaying quite the bulge that I could feel pushing on my pussy.
I got up and walked around completely topless much to their delight. I went into the kitchen to fetch a beer, put a little jam on my nipples and would then offer the beer to whomever but with the qualifer being that they first had to suckle on my nipple and guess the flavour.
