Deanie Muffet was a cock tease, pure and simple. She began her "hobby" sometime after she turned 18 and graduated from high school. At first it was just fun to tease the neighborhood boys with little flights of exhibitionism, flashing her tits and exposing her tight little ass tied up in a thong with the flip of her skirt. The boys got too grabby sometimes and that wasn't the point so she switched to random acts of teasing. She rubbed her nipples in little seductive circles through her thin transparent blouse when she knew the janitor at the public library was looking. She completely unbuttoned her blouse and let her naked breasts pop out like two firm peaches in the back seat of a cab and then asked the driver to drive her to a motel. She gave the shoe salesman a perfect view between her legs to her wet, pink pussy. She went outside to get the mail wearing nothing but an eye-catching flame red shelf-bra, long evening gloves and high heels knowing that the next door neighbor's gardener was trimming the bushes and she waved and blew a little kiss. Cock-teasing was an art to Deanie, a game, a turn-on. Her favorite thing to do was find a real challenge, somebody more difficult to arouse than some horn-dog dude from the Mall or the local sport bar and see how fast she could get him staring and how big the bulge in his pants could get or how long it would take for him to start to look really horny.
She lived down the block from two older men, one a retired fire-fighter and one a retired gym teacher, both widowers who were well into their 60s but still kept pretty fit. The men lived together and shared the expenses. She had just turned 20 and they were new to her neighborhood. She walked past their house every day on her way home from her job at the Mall. Sometimes one or both of the men were outside on their porch swing or working in their front garden or cutting the grass but they always stopped what they were doing to wave or say hi and Deanie knew they followed her with their eyes as she walked past.
She had a hot, tight little body and she knew it. She had perky, high, medium size breasts with larger erect pink nipples set in pretty lighter pink areolas and they strained against her tight-fitting nearly transparent little blouses like they had a mind of their own. Her ass was firm and sweetly rounded and her long shapely legs and perfectly flat abdomen and narrow girlish pelvis completed a package that few men (or women for that matter!) could resist. She especially liked to flirt with these two old guys just to see if she could get their cocks up. She liked to tease them a little...or maybe a lot. They seemed like such nice guys, a little lonely, maybe nostalgic for the old days of hot pussy and good head...probably a long time since either one of them had a good piece of ass. This would be a fun run, she thought. Deanie wore her skirts very short and she liked a tart little style that had a bit of a ruffle to it so she could be sure it would lift up with the motion of her walking and give on-lookers a bit of show from underneath where she either wore a thong separating her ass cheeks, tiny transparent panties or she wore nothing at all to cover her neatly shaved pussy.
"Hi, Mr. Post," she would say and sway her sassy hips as she bent over from the waist and pretended to fix her sandal, revealing the full view of the delicate frills of her cunt lips and daring little ass hole. "Hi, Mr. Long," she said as she licked her lips and cupped her breasts lifting them together in the middle almost like she intended to suck her own nipples. "It feels so hot today. Don't you think so?"
At first the two men seemed a little astonished and at a loss for words but they had come to look forward to her little shows and they seemed to have her work schedule memorized so they were always there in the yard or on the porch when she walked by. She got a kick out of tormenting them and she felt perfectly safe doing it because she thought these old codgers wouldn't have a clue what to do with her hot young body in the first place. She thought, "It doesn't hurt to give them a little thrill and truth be told it makes my cunt juices flow, too." She felt the arousal in her nipples and clit. She sort of wondered what kind of packages these two had under their khakis.
One day, Mr. Post answered, "It sure is hot, little girl. How about a nice cold glass of lemonade? Why don't you come on in the house and we'll fix you up."
Feeling particularly turned on today, maybe by the feel of the sweat running down her back and ass crack and into her panties or from her shirt clinging tightly to her breasts in the heat, she surprised even herself and said, "Yeah, sure. That sounds good," as she flounced in through the front gate and stepped up onto the porch.
Mr. Post placed his big hand on the small of her back and gently propelled her in through the screen door and on into the kitchen. He was tall with a slight stoop to his shoulders and he had a few age spots on his thick work-worn hands. He was once probably handsome and he had a calm assuredness that she wasn't used to. She could feel an urgency coursing through his hand and it upped the ante and put her firmly into the game with a rush. This might be fun.
Mr. Long pulled out a wooden chair and Mr. Post slid his hand down to her ass and squeezed it gently and said, "Here you go. Have a seat." His hand lingered for a second on the bare skin of her firm ass just under the leg opening of her too-small panties and she felt an involuntary spark in her clit.
Mr. Long set a tray laden with a dripping ice cold glass pitcher of pink lemonade and three glasses on the table. He smiled and looked right into Deanie's eyes until she felt forced to lower them, little vixen or not, and slowly poured a tall glass for her. As he extended it to her his knuckles grazed her left nipple and she felt it ignite. "My name's Jack," he said, "and this is Dick. Deanie, isn't?"
Her mouth felt dry and her breath became a little more deliberate in her throat. "That's right," she replied and tried her old tricks, licking her tongue over her teeth like a nymphet.
She was surprised that these two old men could make her feel this horny but maybe it was the taboo aspect of it. Whatever it was she decided right then and there to see where it might lead. She wanted the chance to get some ego strokes by blowing these two old guys away with her charms and talents. "They won't know what hit them," she thought. "It'll be fun or at least funny if nothing else."
Jack poured the other two glasses for himself and Mr. Post and then stripped off his wife-beater showing a tan, lean body but one that had a few silver hairs across the chest which showed the tiniest inclination toward man boobs developing. His nipples were small and hard and she could see he had an erection. Dick followed suit and stripped off his shirt, too, showing a little paunch but still a pretty lean physique that she could tell was once pretty buff. Before she had time to blink or even to look his body over well, he lifted her tight white shirt from the hem at the back and whisked it off over her head. "We know you're hot, baby. We've seen that for some time. Let's get you comfortable. Come sit on my lap. There's a cool breeze from the window here."
