It was the day after the bar adventure, and I was excited about what I had planned for the evening.
I'd showered and walked to my bedroom naked as usual. And as usual, the guys were watching. I gave them a little wave and gestured that they should come over as arranged.
When I walked into the living room, they seemed a little surprised.
I'd been naked when they'd spied me, but now I was wearing a light blouse with the top button undone, revealing a little cleavage and the hint of the dark skin of my nipples. My skirt was one of my favourite short-flowing skirts that stopped a few inches above the knee, my legs bare, toned, and I was naked beneath.
I had left the patio door open, and they stood in the living room looking shy. In truth, I was just as nervous, too, as this was something I'd not done before, and it was less than a week since I'd lost my virginity to my library stranger. Even so, I was more sexually confident and experienced than these two.
I had laid beach towels on the floor, ready for what I had planned, but first said to the guys, 'did you bring what I told you, you might need?'
Sheepishly, with a shy smile, the neighbour handed me a pack of three condoms. I'd not thought of how many would be needed, but going on the past performances, with them cumming fast the first time, then them lasting a little longer a second time, after a rapid recovery, three would be one less than required.
I'd set the lights low, with the room dimly lit with lamps as a part of what I had planned was the tease of letting them see very little of me, a difference from my usual exhibitionist tendencies.
Standing in front of them, I started to tease, slowly tracing the contour of my breasts over the top of my blouse. Both of the lads were beginning to become aroused, holding their breath as I paused, then I deftly undid the blouse's buttons until all that held it together were the two just under my breasts.
Easing the blouse to one side to show the curve of my left breast, I stroked the soft skin with a finger slipping it inside to caress my nipple.
I ran my other hand over my thigh, the skirt folding over my hand as I reached between my legs, keeping my private parts concealed, but they could clearly see I was touching myself.
The concealed nature of my masturbation made it even more exciting.
Their cocks were bulging against their jeans cock as they watched me tease my nipple and finger my pussy, so I said. 'I can see you want more. Time for you to strip to your boxers, boys.'
They did as I asked, then indicated they should lay down on the beach towels.
I guessed they would expect me to strip, as I had other times. However, I stepped over the cousin's legs, still wearing my skirt and knelt straddling him. He seemed the more turned on of the two, and from our pub adventure, I knew he'd last the least amount of time. I felt his body tremble as I eased his cock through the fly of his boxers and took one of the condoms from the neighbour.
Tearing it open, I pinched the end and rolled it on him. The way his cock twitched, I thought he would fill it before I'd got it on. I lifted the skirt over my thighs a little, but not enough to reveal my wet pussy, and scooted forward so that I was positioned over his cock. Knowing it was about to sink into my pussy caused a wave of nervous excitement
Sitting up a little bit, I ease the head of his cock inside. It doesn't have any problem entering me, as I'm so wet from my finger play.
He moans as I gently lower myself onto him, slowly easing down until he is all the way to the hilt, savouring the feeling of his cock, twitching and throbbing inside me.
