Janet had told the two young men they could only stay a little while as her master would be home soon. If he caught them here she would be punished, perhaps spanked.
The outraged looks on their faces were amusing. How improbable a story from the novel seemed, yet they accepted it. After a little more teasing she would have an excuse to shoo them out if they became a bother.
Making tea and snacks for the first visitors to her apartment was pleasant and she was delighted to see they watched her every move around the room. Purposely bending and stretching in the brief outfit was sure to keep their attention. She was no longer feeling like an old married woman compared to these young eighteen year olds.
The short skirt and tight blouse was too young for her as well as being too naughty with the stockings. With the maids cap and apron they seemed to accept the game she was playing, that she was here serving a strict master. It was probably their inexperience with their cocks doing the thinking for them.
She hurriedly hid the feminine things in the bathroom in case they needed it. The masculine things left there fitted in with the story that felt almost real.
She sat on the sofa pulling them close saying, "This is nice. It's like being in the dormitory with girlfriends. I miss the snuggling up together. You are like two brothers I never had," she sighed, adding a melancholy touch to the statement.
They put their arms around her and she watched the lumps throb in their trousers. It was exciting, and it was giving her lots of material for a bath-time fantasy. She even felt a pang of guilt that she was teasing them without prospect of relief; after all it was only a game, so it wasn't going that far.
Snuggling up with them was nice and it did remind her of the times when she had shared her bed with friends in the dormitory, for it was partly true, she had been brought up in a boarding school run by strict nuns.
She felt a hand wondering from her shoulder in search of a softer target. Another hand crawled up a leg from her knee. As they became a little too bold she told them. "I nearly forgot, I must scrub out the oven. It is boring work so perhaps you want to go now," she suggested.
Billy told her, "That's OK. We don't have anything much to do. We could help," he suggested.
"Can I get you any more food before you leave?" she asked them. "I'll be in the kitchen if you want anything," she offered. Telling herself she had been ordered by a strict master to clean the oven she got into the task hoping they would grow bored and leave.
It wasn't long before they followed her into the kitchen, "We can do that," Billy suggested.
"No. You will get your clothes dirty and besides you are my guests. You have helped me enough. Stay here with me to keep me company if you like. That would be a big help," she smiled. She made up stories of village life in France based on her own childhood, setting it over there instead.
They looked on in wonder at her hips wiggling in an erotic motion as she rubbed at the oven on hands and knees.
The two lads had calmed down enough so she guided them back to the lounge. "I am so happy to have made friends at last," she told them. She was about to say it was time they left but the phone rang, startling her.
She almost asked out loud who it might be phoning. Perhaps it was a colleague from the office but on a Friday night that seemed odd. It was a telephone salesman and she was about to put the phone down as usual when it occurred to her to make use of the interruption.
"Yes Sir." She said. "Whatever you say sir. Yes! All right. No problem at all, Sir," she said to the bemused salesman. She stood almost at attention as though speaking to an authoritarian master. She felt a little foolish, but this was a convenient opportunity to end the game.
She nodded as though listening and agreeing to someone giving instructions. Should she say he was coming back here or that he wasn't coming back tonight? The salesman had given up trying to make sense of the conversation and rang off.
Without deciding either way she found the words haltingly emerging of their own volition. "Yes Sir. I will do that. The apartment is all ready for you Sir. I will keep it that way, Sir. Yes Sir. I will see you tomorrow. Yes, Sir. Thank you Sir," she said to a now empty phone line.
She returned to the sofa to stand before them. "My master is away on business and won't come back tonight. I hope you can stay for dinner. I will make you roast chicken or something," she said, with genuine excitement.
She realised it was her own state of excitement that had made that impetuous decision on the phone; to say her master would be away. She also saw they liked the idea of him not returning.
"You must choose the dinner for this evening as you are the masters in this apartment," she said, with a demure look overtaking her expression and stance. She even curtsied before them but couldn't help giggling. For a moment she thought this was going too far but her arousal was pushing her along.
"What would my master's like? How will you have me this evening, Sir," she asked with mock seriousness. Looking at the lumps in their trousers it was easy to guess what they wanted. Their faces reflected what was in their thoughts while they tried to look casual.
Snuggling up to them after serving a quick meal, with wine, she listened to the wind outside feeling cosy and romantic. Janet had drunk just a little more wine than usual and was enjoying the pleasant rosy glow.
Billy was trying to manoeuvre his hands around her to nudge a breast. She didn't mind the inexperienced fumbling, finding it amusing rather than threatening. She was unaware of how much the heat between her legs was numbing her sensibility. It had more effect than the wine.
Tom was competing with his friend in exploration of her body and winning. They moved slowly with guarded, hesitant movements, aware of her soft breathing. They didn't want to spoil the moment but the demanding lust in their loins was too much to ignore.
She murmured and sighed feeling drowsy and comforted in their arms. She kept telling herself she must get up soon before they got carried away, or was it before she became too immersed in the lovely sensation of having too young men cuddling her.
They weren't experienced but they were men after all and she had been remorselessly teasing them. Feigning sleepiness she murmured, "Oh, that's lovely. A lovely massage after dinner would be nice," she said quietly.
They took the hint with a firm grip of two pairs of strong hands, concentrating on her back and neck. "Hmmm, that's nice," she cooed.
If she hadn't been so aroused she may have survived the onslaught to her senses but the tingling of her breasts and the throbbing between her legs had numbed all resistance.
