There they were again, the three young boys thinking they're hiding in the bushes while they watch me. I can hear them snicker and chuckle, stupid shit only boys in the early stages of puberty think of and do. It happens every so often, typically every two or three weeks if the weather is nice enough to sit on the patio and read.
I'm blessed to have a position where I work from home and receive a reasonable salary with benefits. Four years ago I found myself single again after 26 years of marriage, how isn't relevant at this point, suffice it to say that at the age of 53 I'm content with life. I'm used to rising early therefore I begin my daily routine early, which results in me taking a short break around 10:30 to 11, weather permitting on my back patio. The sun is high enough in the sky by then that it has circled to the right and while I get lots of sunshine, it isn't directly beating in my eyes.
A cup of coffee with a book, or just closing my eyes for a power nap charges me enough to take on the afternoon. I've read about older women who suddenly find themselves alone, being so horny they turn toward slutty dress behaviors and lifestyle or purchase twelve inch long unrealistically sized dildo's and then fantasize about what doesn't exist in the everyday world. Then there are women like Ellen five doors down who became a widow at 61 and has decided to bed everything in two counties. No thanks, I have no hidden desires for certain men or women, life goes on and so do I.
Being alone isn't an issue, I have a daughter with three kids who still lives in the area, I get lots of evening and weekend visits, her husband is an over the road trucker so he's gone four or five days at a time. Evan is a great husband and daddy, works hard, dotes over my daughter and grandkids and unlike the stereo typical version of a trucker, doesn't have a big gut or extra girlfriends. He takes the cross country runs or New Your City runs, which according to Evan a lot of truckers hate.
Back to me, I'm no prize to speak of, 5'8", I average a weight of 143 to 148 all the time, I have since my last child, I wear my hair long and in a ponytail during the day, I'll doll it up if I go out beyond the grocery store. Average sized breasts, sorry, no 40 FFF, if that even exists, with me you'll have to settle for a 36 C. My waist is small for my size, which makes my hips look out of proportion with the rest of my body, I like my legs and breasts, my breasts aren't droopy, my legs and ass are still firm, all in all ... I'd do me.
The little boys trying to hide in the bushes came about in early summer, I wear dresses or a skirt and blouse almost every day, nothing fancy or provocative, simple cotton house dresses or cotton skirts and blouses. I think what started it was the fact that when I sit down on the patio it's on a chaise lounger with my legs outstretched and my dress pulled up to mid-thigh. I tell myself I'm getting a bit of sun, which is true, what I really love is the feel of the warmth and soft breeze that wafts up between my thighs and wisps across my crotch.
No, I don't go commando, yes, my nether regions are natural, and no, I don't wear thongs on a regular basis. I own two thongs, one black and one flesh colored, I've worn them less times than I can count on my hands, for me they're strictly for the few pencil skirts I wear and a half dozen pair of relatively tight slacks. My pantie of choice for years was a hip hugger bikini style in cotton or nylon, I do own a few pair of silk, but I don't wear them often. My oldest granddaughter introduced me to boy shorts and I was hooked, they aren't all I wear underneath, but four or five days a week if you lifted my dress you'd find boy shorts.
I like the ones that cover my butt, or at least most of it, I recently bought a few pair that don't go up the crack of my ass but still leave part of my cheeks uncovered. I like those as well, I feel the fabric of my dress swish across my bare cheeks and it makes me sexy as hell. Who do I dress like this for? Me. There isn't anyone crawling between my legs at this juncture of my life, and that's okay, the time will come when I'm ready to let some guy go spelunking in my cave, just not now.
The first time I noticed the boys it startled me, I heard them before I ever saw them, the second time I glanced sideways through my sunglasses and there they were, nowhere as well hidden as they thought. I couldn't see them directly but judging by their motions and what was being said I figured out what they were doing. I knew Allen who lived next door and the other two I'd seen playing in the neighborhood several times. I didn't feel threatened, and if looking at my legs excited them, so be it, in my mind they were doing what young boys do.
I considered telling Allen's mother what was going on, then reconsidered, no harm, no foul. Allen was going around the neighborhood asking if he could mow people's lawns to raise money over the summer months. I thought what the hell, it'll put a few bucks in his pocket and it'll be one less time I catch him looking at my legs from the bushes. I was sitting on the patio reading a book the first time he'd finished mowing, my soft skirt was a little higher than usual and I could see him coming toward me from behind by the reflection on the back of my sunglasses. Closing my legs tight I spoke.
"Are you done Allen? Would you like an Iced tea? I'm ready to go in if you'd like to follow."
Sitting at the counter we sipped tea and chatted.
"Thanks for hiring me to mow the lawn. Mrs. Robinson you sure are a pretty lady."
"Thank you Allen, you're a sweet boy. If you're interested in doing more work I have several small projects I want to complete but I'm just too busy this summer. Are you old enough to work part time, I know the school has some sort of rules about that?"
"Oh, yeah, you hafta be 14 and you can't work more than 20 hours a week, but that's when school is in session. I'm 14, I'll be 15 in four months, I'm older than I look Mrs. Robinson."
Over the next few years I hired Allen for an assortment of odds and ends kind of projects throughout the year, not just mowing grass in the summer. I grew to like him very much, having a special place in my heart for this boy who always complimented me on my appearance and always told me how pretty he thought I was. Within a week of his 18th birthday it all changed, not enough to run the train off the tracks, but enough to have my hand on the brake lever.
Sitting at the counter sipping tea as we'd done hundreds of times over the year's he kissed me as he stood to leave. It was a quick kiss on the lips, he was awkward, embarrassed and blushing. Fumbling with his words I put my finger across his lips to silence him.
