I must admit I was a little nervous about the next Thursday when the university polo team came back. I didn't know if James and Jamie would have said anything or whether there'd be a weird atmosphere after the group telling off I'd given them for cheering on the fight in the changing rooms but when the guys started to arrive after the pool was closed specially for them, they seemed to be their normal selves: polite with quite a few 'Hello Miss'es and smiley. Maybe a little more smiley than before but nothing I could really put my finger on. I did notice James and Jamie a little less forthcoming than the rest, but that could have been my imagination. Anyway, it seemed like business as usual.
I don't know if it was subconscious but I'd taken a bit more of an effort with my appearance that day, a little more make-up, my nicest underwear even though no one would be seeing it, just to make myself feel a bit sexier. Mind you, after my experiences at the pool so far, I was feeling generally sexier. Well, young cock will do that for a woman in her late 60s.
I could hear the guys in the changing room, then silence as they went to the pool for their practice, then one long boring hour later, their voices in the changing room again, this time in higher spirits, I guessed after their exercise. Most of them had rush-dressed and started to come out with their hair still wet and their clothes not done up -- 'Bye Miss. See you next week' -- but there were still, I guessed, seven or eight of them in there. This was the end of the day remember, so as soon as they had gone, I could close up and go home so I was getting a bit impatient.
Then the door opened and a really tall guy, still in his team yellow Speedos stepped out. I was thinking, 'Why is he still not showered and dressed when his teammates are already out of the door?' but I certainly didn't mind seeing him nearly naked like this. His black curly hair was still wet and he was dripping on the floor from his wet Speedos, which of course I noticed had gone a little see-through with the water. And his bulge -- remember they'd been in the water so the bulges are usually not that impressive -- was pronounced. Thick and pointed up towards his left hip.
'Erm, excuse me, Miss...' he said as I gave him the once over, 'Could we get you to come into the changing room for a moment. There's something we want to speak to you about...'
My heart sank. Was this where they confronted me about my 'punishing' James and Jamie last week? I considered not going in but supposed I might as well get this out of the way, whatever it was.
When I got into the changing room, I saw that James and Jamie were fully dressed, standing together to one side while five guys, including the one that had come out to get me, were still in their yellow Speedos, standing together in a group.
'What's going on?' I said, using the authoritative tone that had worked with James and Jamie the previous week. 'Why aren't you changed? I'm waiting to close up here.'
'Erm...' the guy who'd come out to get me started to speak, looking at the others as he got the words together. 'Erm, James and Jamie have been telling us that you punished them for fighting in the changing rooms last week...' he said.
'Yes...' I was tentative. They may have just told these guys that I'd shouted at them, not included all the gory details of my punishment.
'Including the, erm, touching bit...' he added, looking at me to see what my reaction would be. I said nothing. Don't admit to anything, I was telling myself. I noticed that a couple of the guys were sort of squeezing their cocks, moving them around in their Speedos...
'And we were wondering...'
'Yes?'
'If you would be willing to punish us...'
'What for? What have you done?'
'I'm sure we could think of something...' he said, laughing. The others joined him in a nervous chuckle.
'So, let me get this right. James and Jamie have told you what happened last week...' They nodded. 'In detail...' More nodding. 'And you want me to do the same to you -- all of you -- as I did to them?'
'Yes, Miss,' said the ringleader, starting to blush. 'If you don't mind, Miss.'
That's what I love about guys this age. I'm in my late 60s and a little overweight, they're all late teens or early 20s, all fit, all handsome, and here they are offering themselves to me not because they're necessarily attacted but just because they knew I would say yes. I looked over at Jamie and James, who, as I've said, were fully dressed.