NEWLY EDITED -This is a work of fiction. The characters within are at least 18 years old, and have no connection to real people. The action is slow to build, and this chapter does not include actual intercourse. There is a good bit of playing though. Thanks to editors Mistress Sam and The Seeker for your input and fantastic suggestions!
Please let me know what you think, and if you have ideas on where future installments should go. I have the next 3 chapters mapped-out, but I'm open to suggestion, and possibly even parallel story lines that go in a different direction. Please do enjoy!
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There's something very different about Candice. That difference isn't easy to describe, probably because it's a symptom of some significant mental or emotional issue that she doesn't want to discover. This one thing has turned into something fun for her to play with, and learn about.
She's a woman who appreciates the sexual drives and desires of men, and very much appreciates the joy that her sexuality can bring to them. More specifically, as she's recently learned, she feels extremely gratified when in a position to bring out the sexuality in a deserving somebody. It feels like she's bringing something positive and beneficial to someone in need, and to the larger world to some degree. She doesn't feel like a slut, although that would be a common description for some of her activities. She feel more like an enlightened and enthusiastic sexual explorer than a "user".
Onto some fun stuff.... Candice is 28 and trying like hell to make an actual living with her degree. Fitness is important, but not any kind of obsession, as fun food and fruity craft beers are also important. She very much enjoys sex, and put those vibes out there pretty frequently, so she's an active dater. She's a proud "average" size 12, which isn't bad for 5'8". Her figure lets her jiggle away, up top and behind, if she dresses a certain way and feels like getting attention.
Candice didn't realize she was about to start a completely unexpected adventure until her doorbell rang one day. Calling were two late teenage boys with a clip board and a few yard tools at their feet. This was perfect! She'd seen them around and was meaning to ask about occasional yard service. She doesn't mind doing the mowing and trimming for the most part, but more frequently than not, it just didn't fit into her schedule. Besides, it's good to support young entrepreneurs...right?
Like her, these guys seemed just about average physically: one was about her height and the other slightly shorter. Both dressed for yard work, and nothing else really noticeable. They weren't overly slick with their sales pitch, or stammering about either; just right in the middle. Candice was dressed for a calm and casual day of rummaging through her basement: older sweatshirt cut into short sleeves and knee-length jean shorts.
They spoke for a few about her needs, as she wasn't interested in the set weekly appointment. More like an "I'll call when I need you" thing. The one with the clipboard didn't seem to like the idea, and he mentioned their difficulty keeping the schedule straight as is. She offered to be flexible with their schedule and pay a bit extra for the consideration. That got her a quick and firm handshake, which of course caused some braless jiggle in her shirt, and a couple of quick and awkward glances.
She knew that pushing the issue, flirting and jiggling with a purpose, she probably could've had her way with this deal; maybe even gotten a discount. That's not her thing though, using feminine powers pointedly against others. She might do that occasionally for certain reasons, but she prides herself in NOT going down that road very often.
VISIT 1 Candice got a text that the first lawn visit was a "go", so she planned to hang around and make sure they were on the same page with expectations. The guys were professionally early, open to whatever preferences she had, and quick to get started.
At some point they took a seat under a tree at the side of the house for a break. Down in the basement Candice could hear them talking pretty clearly if she moved near the small upper window. She wasn't trying to listen, not really, until she heard something about tits. That got her attention stuck to the window. They were quietly going on about a party, and some "tits" that must have been there. Apparently one of them has a thing for this one girl, her body is ridiculous, and it's driving him crazy.
Guy 1- "...cares. Fuck that guy! What an asshole..."
Guy 2- "Lifestyles of the rich and popular. Just forget her, dude. Hey, my art class has four or five decent chicks in it. Come by man, we can try talking with whoever is around after class. Ms. Roland couldn't care less."
Guy 1- "But dat ASS!! She's so stacked back there.....just saying. Man, I would never mistreat her. I would even do like random poems and stuff. (Sharply exhaling) If only she knew what I was thinking, but how do you say all of that without sounding crazy. All Dude is gonna do is blow his wad and work his way out the door. Lucky shit head!"
Guy 2- "This chick today is pretty fuckin' cute. You should take your shirt off or something. It might be her fantasy to watch you get sweaty in the yard. Hey; then I'll watch from the window while she seduces you.
Guy 1- "That no-bra thing the other day was pretty cool. How about taking your fuckin shirt off. My dick has other women on his mind. It's YOU, my man, who needs to get in the game."
Guy 2- "I probably would take mine off if not for these furry man-boobs. I 'm thinking about getting back into tutoring or something. I should be able to slowly grow on some college chick. Math makes people desperate. God forbid they ace a test; then I'm a God."
Guy 1- "Good luck with the slow road. One day you'll have a good story for me...two fuckin' years from now. Vamanos!"
They gathered some things and headed back to the equipment around back.
"Wow, my braless tits are pretty cool, huh? Most likely any braless woman is pretty cool, probably even a lunch lady, but it still felt great to hear!" Candice thought. She gave "the ladies" a slow squeeze. Followed by a little tweak of each nipple...they earned it. She already decided not to wear a bra next time for good measure. That exchange got her going a little, and she decided to play with herself a little later.
At this point she knew that one guy was probably obsessed with some "hot chick", who's dating an asshole, and the other guy hates his man-boobs but needs to get in the game. She didn't see any man boobs on either of them; they're both pretty darn skinny. Candice decided she liked these guys so far. They reminded her of some "loser" friends from high school. One in particular was a really nice and fun guy. He happened to be painfully awkward around women, and was also completely obsessed with a hot girl. He missed out on so much decent action because he wasn't looking at the girls standing right next to him. She knew for a fact that he kicks himself in the balls for those missed opportunities, including Candice herself, to this day.
The guys wrapped-up the work quickly, and even cleaned the clippings from all the walkways, which Candice expected to do herself. Again, these seemed like good guys, which she very much appreciates as she gets older. Young ladies don't often connect those dots, which must suck pretty badly for willing and able "nice guys".
She decided to find out if these guys would enjoy having a bit of fun. She wasn't exactly sure just what kind of fun yet, but she sure started picturing things. Candice often thought she had more "man" in her head than "woman". She wanted to stroke and suck a flaccid penis till it grew to full size, stick her naked ass up in the air, feel her boobs bouncing away, lightly press her pussy down on one of their faces as they lay on her bed, finger herself in front of them.....all kinds of fun things!
Visit 2 Wouldn't you know it, she needed them to come back exactly a week later, which was contrary to the previous request. This time she wore very tight jeans, to see what glances may come, but a pretty standard girl-cut T shirt. Candice walked them back one more time to restate the preferences. Completely unnecessary, but she was hoping for glances. Most women have a normal "getting from point A to B" kind of walk, and another kind of walk where their curves will be nicely highlighted. Women can walk to make their breasts bounce or make asses swing hypnotically. She put a touch of emphasis on her hips, about 80 percent of the full show, and caught some good glances.
Candice might feel like a tease if she wasn't planning to put it all out there before long. She just wanted to test the water a little. The last thing she'd want to be is the half-drunk "cougar" that wouldn't leave them alone, while they daydream of Miley Cyrus. Certainly 28 isn't cougar territory, but who knows what these guys were really thinking?
Next on the list, Candice decided to fold laundry in the dining room, which is close to a big back window. If she could get someone's attention by moving around in the room, maybe she could whip-off one shirt and quickly put on another without looking to obvious. She'd have a bra on, so it wouldn't change their lives or anything. She really wanted to get them to look in the windows more often, to open up my options.
Sure enough, Mark was mowing in such a way that he would be walking a good 20 feet toward that window for the next several rows. Her clean clothes were already piled on the table, and she made a little show of folding. Candice faced the TV in the other room, turning her side to him, and picked a shirt to change into. A spark in her belly signally "go time" so she quickly pulled her shirt off, focused her eyes on a pretend stain on the newly removed shirt collar, scratched it and threw it aside. She was in one of her showier bras (on purpose of course) so she felt good about taking a few seconds finding a replacement shirt.
