After that first day, Rob and Karen came to my house frequently. I'd shown them which bedroom they could use, and sometimes they'd call ahead, but frequently they'd show up unannounced, and without much being said between us, they'd head upstairs.
Most of the time I'd leave them alone, my satisfaction coming from simply hearing the sounds of their lovemaking drift through the otherwise lonely house.
But several times, I opened the door to the bedroom and stood in the doorway, silently watching them, watching as their young bodies performed the act of love. And sometimes I would reach my hand down and play with my pussy as I watched, and sometimes I was content just to stand and observe, as if vicariously participating in their lovemaking.
And once, I greeted them at the door and invited them inside, and after taking a few steps into the living room, Karen unzipped Roy's pants and pulled them down, and there, in front of me, she knelt and put her fist around his hard cock, and took it into her mouth and sucked him off. His entire body trembled as he spurted into her mouth, and I watched as his cum seeped out from between her lips and dribbled down her chin.
They allowed me to watch; maybe because they knew that was the price they had to pay, like rent, for the use of my house. Or maybe they got a thrill out of knowing I was watching them, knowing that someone was getting off as they made love. I didn't know which. And, I guess, it really didn't matter. Either way, I was glad they were here; glad they had come into my life.
*****
I peeked through the window at them as they worked. It was a hot day, and all four of the boys had taken off their shirts as they refinished the wooden fence that surrounded my backyard. I knew Rob had played football in high school, and I couldn't help but notice the athletic build of his friends, too. Their bodies were well developed, and I suspected they were either serious athletes or into some kind of weight training.
As I watched their youthful bodies bending and stretching, their stomachs flat and tight, their biceps flexing as they reached up with their brushes, I suddenly had a vision of my ex - a vision of his paunchy belly and balding head, and I let out a long, uncontrollable sigh. Ah, to be young again, I thought to myself.
Refinishing the fence was a massive job, and I was thankful Rob had offered to take care of it. He'd talked three of his college friends into helping out, and after six hours of work, it looked like they were finally finishing up. Even though I was paying them a good hourly rate, Rob and his friends would cost me a fraction of what a contractor would charge. They were doing their final cleanup when I walked out back.
"Why don't you guys jump in the pool to cool off and maybe clean up a little?" I said, "You're covered with sweat and it looks like you got as much of that stuff on you as you put on the fence."
All four of them glanced longingly at the pool.
"We didn't bring any suits," Rob said, shrugging his shoulders.
Two of them were wearing shorts, which wouldn't have been a problem to swim in, but two had on long pants, which would certainly be a little uncomfortable in the water.
"Just go in your underwear. No one will see you, that's what the fence is for. And I promise I won't look," I said with a laugh.
They glanced back and forth at each other, as if debating whether to accept my offer. Roy shrugged his shoulders again.
"Hey, what the hell," he said with a grin, "Let's go swimming, guys."
*****
I couldn't help but occasionally peer down at the pool from the upstairs window. Rob had introduced them to me earlier, but I didn't remember all their names. Was it John, Mark and Fred? If so, I couldn't remember which was which. One was tall, standing at least a head above the other three. The second had bright red hair and was about the same height and build as Rob, and the third was shorter and a little stockier, with a thick, muscular neck like you see so many times on football players.
They'd found a beach ball in the garage, and I watched as one of them would throw the ball, and another would leap off the diving board, attempting to catch it in midair.
Two briefs and two boxers, I thought to myself with a smile. The wet underwear clung to their bodies, outlining the shape of their penises and hugging against their balls. As I stared at them, I suddenly let out a little giggle, thinking about the absurdity of the entire scene. Here I was, a thirty-four year old woman looking down at four nineteen-year-old boys in their underwear, longingly trying to imagine what was under their shorts. I giggled again and stepped away from the window.
*****
"Iced tea anyone?" I called out from the back door.
I put the tray with the pitcher and four glasses on the wicker table beside the pool and turned to go back inside.
"Deb, wait," Rob said.
I stopped.
"You know," he continued, standing shoulder deep in the water, "I've done all this work getting the pool up and going and I've never seen you use it. Why don't you join use?"
"No, you guys wouldn't..."
"Come on, Mrs. Withrow," one of them interrupted, "the water's perfect."
"So what, you want me to get in a pool with four guys in their underwear?" I said with a laugh, "that might be dangerous."
"Hey, maybe they just want to see how you look in a swimsuit," Roy chuckled.
"You guys must be really desperate," I said.
"I'm not, I've got my girlfriend. But Fred here," Roy said, pointing to the tall boy beside him, "he hasn't had a date in years. He's forgotten what a woman looks like."
"No way!" Fred shouted and began splashing Rob.
"Seriously, feel free to join us," Roy continued, "After all, it's your pool."
I looked down at the four of them standing in the water, four pairs of young innocent eyes looking up at me, and I thought of how I'd felt watching them as they worked on the fence, their bodies fit and strong, and I felt a little unexplainable tremble go through my body. Then I imagined myself standing there in my swimsuit. What would they think? Would they just see me as the lady who hired them to paint the fence, or would they see something else? Would they see something desirable?
"I'll consider joining you. If I do, one or two piece?" I said with a laugh.
They stared at me, a confused look on their faces.
"The suit," I said, "one or two pieces?"
"Oh, wait a second," Roy said with a grin. They looked at each other, whispering back and forth.
"We've taken a vote and the majority says two pieces," Roy laughed.
"You guys are crazy," I said as I turned and went inside.
*****
I stood in front of the mirror. Not too bad for thirty-four, I thought to myself. The bikini top cupped and supported my full breasts, and the bottom hugged tight against the roundness of my hips.
