We hired two college boys several summers ago. In exchange for lodging in a cabin on our farm and a small salary, they do odd jobs and then play baseball in a summer league for some of the better players in the central Atlantic Coast region.
My husband and I were going through a bit of a rough patch for some reason and he was away at a medical conference in Brussels for two weeks. I was -- along with our farm manager -- coordinating work schedules and the like and was not real happy about doing it.
My mind had been wandering that past week watching Kyle. He was a pitcher and gorgeous. The evening before he came to our pool for a quick swim, before leaving for a 7 pm game. I had just come out of the pool. I was 41 at the time and was still in good shape but had really no illusion that this young man would give me a second glance.
But over the past few days I detected some interest and I was probably giving him signals as well. I had also made it a point to wear a bikini with a Brazilian cut bottom -- it was one I wore on a vacation in Cozumel around adults I did not know but could never wear around the kids or at the local country club. It was padded with push up tops. I had purchased it from the Venus online catalog and had bought it with A cups even though I have B cups. I was seeking to maximize my cleavage.
It was 10 pm and I was at the pool on this hot and humid evening. A girl friend had just left and I was in the water reading a book by the light of the deck lamps. I watched in the driveway and saw Kyle driving back from his game. He stopped before heading into the small cabin on our farm where he stayed and asked if he would bother anyone if he came back down for a swim and to sit in the hot tub on the pool deck after he showered.
I told him that would be fine and that I would leave the pool deck lights on and told him not to worry about lights keeping anyone up in the main house as I would be up for awhile and the boys were both at lacrosse camp for the week. I was alone.
I returned to reading my magazine, losing track of time and soon Kyle was there. He told me he could come back later so as not to disturb me but I told him to jump in and not worry about me.
I watched him knife through the water for a couple of laps before coming out to sit on the side where we chatted. I found my eyes dropping to his chest and abs and then down to his muscular legs. Gosh he was cute and hot.
I watched him as he talked and noticed his eyes drop to the top of my bikini and hold a gaze there. His eyes returned to meet mine and I gave a small smile and watched him slide back into the water next to me. His eyes returned to my tits and I dropped a strap from my shoulder and said nothing else. He moved in and brought his face closer very slowly, testing my reaction. I did not respond at all, but continue looking into his eyes and smiling.
He brought his lips in and they touched mine. He hesitated and pressed more firmly. I opened my mouth to receive his tongue. Oh fuck. What am I doing?
He put his arms around my waist, pulled me back toward him and nuzzled my neck. He kissed me lightly around my ears and across my shoulders. I knew I should stop this but I couldn't. He moved his hands up to my breasts and began to massage them through my top.
"You have very nice tits, Tana," he told me. It was the first time he ever called me by my first name. He moved his hips forward and I could feel his ample cock pressing into my bottom.
Suddenly I panicked. I could not do this. I turned and told him I had to run. Without another word I ran up to the house never looking back.
Two nights later I came home from a party that I had gone to alone. I had had a couple of drinks there and had been teasingly approached by several men who knew David was out of town. When I came home I poured myself a glass of Sauvignon Blanc and retrieved my Letters to Penthouse book. I read and sipped my wine and soon let my hand drift down and touch myself lightly.
The sky was clear and the moon was full and I could see the light on in the cabin where Kyle was. I continued to read and found my mind wandering back to that body in the swimming trunks and the pressure of his body against mine.
I went back to the refrigerator for another glass of wine and without anymore thought headed out the kitchen door onto the veranda and down the stairs to the path leading past the pool and to his cabin.
I did a quick self-assessment of my dress and paused to freshen my lipstick in a deep burgundy. I was in a skin tight sweater I had bought a couple of months earlier from Boston Proper. It was teal and had a zipper front. The multi-colored mini skirt and black panty hose completed the picture. I thought I looked good for my age and was now ready to see if he thought the same.
I approached the cabin door and saw a small lamp and a candle burning in his one-bedroom studio. I paused for what seemed like an eternity, and then tapped lightly on the door. I heard footsteps approaching.
