A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years.
Chapter Twenty-Two. 2003 Part A.
(Early May.) Colin, twenty. Frank, early-fifties.
I was beginning to think my parents must arrange deliveries or other inconveniences for when they're away from home on purpose because as with the washing machine a couple of years ago their new fridge freezer was also due for delivery while they were away, this time on a cruise. As is usual on these occasions I'd been asked to check their house from time to time so could easily make sure I was there on delivery day. I didn't think the task too onerous, being a journey of forty miles or so which usually takes about an hour, but to ensure I was at the house early enough I drove over the evening before.
The day dawned sunny and unusually hot for so early in the year. Mid-morning I attached a note to the front door directing the delivery men to the rear of the house, thinking I might as well take advantage of the unseasonal weather for a spot of sunbathing. Not expecting such hot weather I hadn't brought a bikini so simply undressed down to my bra and panties, removing the bra also after about fifteen minutes.
The delivery men eventually arrived in the early afternoon. One was a young guy who seemed a bit shy; the other, clearly in charge, probably early-fifties. Both men ran their eyes over my body while I checked the delivery note.
"Would you like a drink before you start? A mug of tea or coffee maybe," I asked getting to my feet.
The older guy accepting tea for both of them, nonchalantly stretched out on the rug I'd vacated.
"If one of you comes to the kitchen it will save me making two trips."
"You go Colin," the older guy instructed.
With the kettle close to boiling I asked Colin if he took sugar.
"Yea, loads," he told me, before blurting out, "nice tits!"
Surprised by the unexpected outburst from someone I'd thought shy I spooned sugar into his mug until he told me to stop.
"What about your boss, does he take sugar?"
"Dunno."
"Well, when you take your mug outside ask him will you."
I handed Colin his mug and he departed. Soon a knock on the kitchen door heralded the arrival of the older guy.
"No sugar for me luv, I'm sweet enough already."
Smiling I handed him a mug of tea and mentioning Colin's comment said it surprised me as I'd thought him a bit shy. It transpired that Colin was a little deaf and also 'mentally challenged', according to the delivery man, Frank. Colin, the son of the company chairman, was learning what he could about the job and had been paired with Frank who was the senior and most experienced of the delivery men. Colin wasn't actually expected to do much beyond the lifting part of the job.
I was leaning against the table by the time Frank added, "He has good taste though. You're a fine figure of a lass and your tits are fantastic."
"Flatterer," I smiled, aware that Frank was eyeing me lecherously.
Placing his mug on the work top he reached up to cup my breasts.
"I can't resist, hope you don't mind."
"Not at all, although your hands feel hot from holding the mug," I smiled at the guy who was now rubbing my nipples with his thumbs.
It was Frank's breath that felt hot then, on my face as he leaned in to kiss me. Stepping back after the kiss Frank looked me up and down.
"Now you see what I'm wondering is this. Why would you be laying out there in nothing but skimpy white knickers through which the dark mound of pubic hair is clearly visible, when you knew delivery men were due. The sight of you laying with your legs apart certainly stirred young Colin up."
"But not you?"
"A bit," he conceded. "But you haven't answered my question."
Frank cupped my breasts in his hands again before continuing his speech.
"Correct me if I'm wrong but I think you're a bored housewife, perhaps sex-starved, looking for a bit of action."
When I remained silent and merely smiled at him Frank's hands slid down my body to my panties. Staring me in the face he then eased my panties down and slipped a hand between my thighs.
"Yes! You're already wet and ripe for it."
There was a triumphant ring to his voice as he fingered me before bringing his face close to mine he said, "I'm going to fuck you face down over the table, OK?"
"Fine," I replied, my fingers undoing Frank's trousers with the speed and ease which comes from much practice.
His hot and rather fat, though not especially long penis, was in my hand then. My other hand cupped his balls while Frank continued to finger me.
"What about Colin, has he much experience with girls?" I asked.
"Doubt he's even seen a girl's cunt let alone had one, judging by how excited he became seeing your tits."
"Fetch him in then."
Frank looked at me in surprise as I slipped my panties off altogether.
"You must be even randier and sex-starved than I thought if you're prepared to take both of us on."
Holding his trousers up with one hand Frank went outside, where I saw him in animated conversation with an increasingly agitated looking Colin.
The twenty year old Colin's mouth dropped open when they entered the kitchen and he saw me standing there stark naked.
"Climb on the table and spread your legs so the lad can get a good look at you," Frank urged.
So, sitting on the end of the kitchen table I leaned back on my elbows to spread my legs really wide.
"There you are lad, have a good look at that," Frank said.
Colin was staring open-mouthed between my thighs and soon dropped to his knees and moved closer for a better look.
"Is it the first time you've seen a girl's cunt lad?" Frank asked loudly.
