Summer Fun 8

I tossed the trashy romance novel I'd bought onto the coffee table. Here I was, all alone, my son out with his father in California for the summer and what was my plan for Saturday night? To sit, all alone, and read a book.

I sighed, got off the sofa and wandered down the hall to the bathroom. I turned on the light and looked at myself in the mirror. I was only 42 years old and I didn't have some of the wrinkles the girls I worked with had at my age. My black hair irritated most of the girls I worked with. It was long and hung straight down my back. Even on the most humid days my hair didn't frizz out like the other girls' did.

I ran my hands down my store bought chest. My ex, Richard, had begged and pleaded for me to get the stupid boob job after our son was born. I'd said no until he started being vicious and talking about how my itty bitty titties were starting to sag. Now, my 36c's were perky even without a bra.

I pulled up my t-shirt and ran my hand down my stomach. It wasn't as flat as I'd like it to be, but at 130 pounds I looked damn good, I thought.

I pulled my shirt back down and shook my head. I should be out having a good time tonight. It wasn't often in the last 12 years that I got a chance to just have fun for me. With Kevin out just graduating from high school and getting ready for college, I'd have plenty of time to have fun, right?

Right.

Sighing again, I walked back out the front room and flopped on the sofa.

I was reaching for my book when the doorbell rang. I glanced at the clock on the VCR. It was a little after seven. Everyone I knew would have called before coming over. It was probably one of Kevin's friends he forgot to tell he was going on vacation.

I walked over and opened the door. Sure enough, it was Dylan from down the street. Dylan and Kevin had been friends since the third grade and, even though Kevin was a jock and Dylan was a geek, they'd managed to keep their friendship through all of their years of school. We'd actually celebrated Dylan's 18th birthday just before Kevin went to visit his dad in California.

Dylan was rail thin. He couldn't be more than a hundred and forty pounds. At 6'1" he was taller than me by half a foot. He had sandy blonde hair that was always standing up and making him look goofy. Add that to the big coke bottle glasses he wore and you had the mixings for the painfully shy boy that was Dylan.

"Hey, Dylan," I said. "Kevin's not here. His dad has him for the summer."

"I know," he said, looking down at his feet. "He told me. He has my Madden game and I came to see if I could get it back."

That's my son alright. He borrows everything from everyone and forgets to give it back. Sometimes he's way too much like his dad.

"Sure," I said, opening the door wider. "Come on in and we'll go see if we can find it in the disaster area he calls a room."

Dylan smiled and stepped into the house. We went down the hall to Kevin's room and I, reluctantly, opened the door. My son is a slob. Yet another thing he has in common with his father.

Clothes were still all over the room. He had some plates and glasses lying on the floor by his bed. It's a wonder we don't get ants or roaches with all the food and crap he has in here.

"Sorry about this. He was supposed to clean it up before he left," I said.

Kevin shrugged and said, "It's okay. I'm used to it."

He walked over to look through the games tossed around Kevin's TV while I picked up some of the clothes. I bent over and grabbed a handful of clothes and tossed them over by the overflowing clothes hamper.

I glanced back over my shoulder and found Dylan wasn't looking through the games any more. No, his eyes were glued to my ass. I started to get mad but stopped. Why should I get mad if a guy was checking me out? Sure, he was my son's friend and he was only 18, but he was still a guy. And a horny teenage one too.

He looked up and saw that I'd caught him. His face turned bright red and he spun back to looking through the games.

I turned and tried not to giggle. Oh, I was so going to enjoy this.

"I found it," he said, jumping up and doing everything to avoid looking at me.

"Okay," I said.

We walked out of the room and made our way down the hall. I made sure Dylan was behind me. I gave my hips a little more shake than normal as we walked to the door. I knew his eyes were staring at my ass and it was turning me on more than I wanted to admit.

I stopped in front of the door and turned around. I caught his eyes coming up and felt a little tingle of pleasure run through me.

"Oh! I just thought of something," I said. "With Kevin gone, I don't have anyone to mow the lawn."

I leaned myself back against the door and pushed my chest out a little. Tilting my head down, I looked up through my lashes and asked, "Would you mind mowing my lawn for me, Dylan? I can pay you."

"Sure," he said, his head bobbing up and down at a hundred miles an hour.

"You're such a sweetie. Can you come by tomorrow afternoon?" I asked, opening the door and stepping out of the way. Dylan practically bolted out the door.

"See you tomorrow," I called after him.

I closed the door and stood there giggling for a minute. What was with me? Flirting with my son's friend! And enjoying it too!

*****

Dylan showed up a little after one the next day. I answered the door in a loose t-shirt and shorts.

"Hey, Dylan," I said. "Thanks so much for doing this."

He shrugged and said, "It's cool."

"The mower's in the garage but can you do me a favor? I kinda want to go out back and try to get a little tan, so can you start with the front yard?" I asked. Our front yard's not all that big, I knew it wouldn't take him long to do it. It was when he came into the backyard that he was in for a surprise.

He gulped and bobbed his head up and down. This was going to be too much fun.

While he went into the garage to get the mower I went and got one of the beach towels I had. I went into my bedroom and changed into my little bikini.

Dylan was going to have a hell of time mowing. If he liked my ass in shorts, he was going to love it in my tight little bikini bottoms.

I grabbed my book, some suntan lotion and my sunglasses and went out into the back yard. I laid the towel on the grass. I put on a little tanning lotion and lay down to read my book. It wasn't long until Dylan was pulling the mower into the back yard.

I'd lain out so I could watch him over the top of my book and I got a kick out of the sight. He walked through the side gate and came to a complete stop when he saw me. I even think I saw his jaw drop a little.

He stood there staring at me for a couple of seconds before he said, "I'm ready to do the backyard now, Mrs. Tyne."

"So soon?" I asked, pretending to pout.

He just nodded at me.

"But I just got comfy," I pouted some more.

"I could come back later," he offered.

I laid there for a moment before I said, "Or you could do me another favor. I can't get the lotion all over my back. Could you put some on me?"

Watching his reaction was priceless. He hopped from foot to foot. He turned red again and his eyes got huge. This was too much fun.

"O...Okay," he said, walking over to me.

He sat down beside me and picked up the bottle of lotion. He opened it and pointed the tip at my back.

"Wait," I said. "Put it on your hands first. It'll rub in better that way."

He nodded and squeezed some of the lotion into his hand. I could feel him lightly touch my back a couple of times, his hands brushing over my lower back.

"Go ahead and rub it in good, honey," I said, trying my best not to giggle.

Finally, he put his hands fully on my back and started to rub in the lotion. I was surprised at how good his hands felt on my back. He rubbed firmly up and down as he worked his way up my back. I let out an unexpected moan of pleasure and his hand flew off of me.

"I'm sorry!" He said.

I laughed and said, "It's okay, Dylan. Really. You were doing a great job. A hell of a lot better than the guy at the spa I went to. Maybe you should see if you can get a job there. I know I'd pay money for you to rub me some more."

He let out a nervous laugh and asked, "Should I put some more on?"

"Yeah, do my shoulders and then can you do my legs too?"

"Sure," he said, his voice sounding very hoarse.

I smiled and lay there while he rubbed my shoulders. Then he started with the bottom of my legs and worked his way up. When he got to my knees, I spread my legs a little so he would have better access to my thighs.

I was really surprised at how good his hands were. He really was doing a better job than the masseuse at the spa. Dylan had a much better feel for how to rub the muscles. Not too firm and not too soft.

As his hands kneaded my thighs I felt myself getting more and more turned on. His hands got higher and higher until his finger brushed the sweet, wet spot under my bikini. It felt like a bolt of lightning tore through my body. I wanted to scream it felt so good and it had only been a light touch!

Dylan must have felt me tense up because his hands flew off of my body again.

I opened my mouth to say something but it took a couple of tries before I found my voice.

"That was a really good job, Dylan. Thank you," I breathed.

"Really?" He asked, sounding surprised.

I laughed and said, "Yes, really. You have very good hands. I bet you drive the girls nuts."

"I guess," he mumbled.

"Well, why don't you finish the yard? After such a good massage I need a quick shower," I said, wondering if he knew just how wet I was right now. "Come on in and watch TV if you get done before I get out, okay?"

"Okay," he said, jumping up and heading over for the mower.

I picked up my stuff and tried not to run into the house. I rushed into my bedroom, dropped my stuff on the bed and stripped out of my bikini. I went into the bathroom and got in the shower. I let the how water run down my body while my fingers slid down between my legs.

I hadn't lied to Dylan. He was very good with his hands. So good that I was so wet and ready my finger slid right into my pussy. I slipped my finger in and out of my pussy, thinking about Dylan's hands. How would his finger feel instead of mine?

I pulled the removable showerhead off its holder and switched it to pulse. I put it between my legs and shuddered as the water pulsed against my pussy. I rubbed it up and felt the water start to hit my clit.

My body was wracked with pleasure with each pulse of water. After an intense surge of pleasure, I slid down onto my knees. My body shuddered and it was all I could do to just kneel there, biting my lip to keep from screaming.

After a couple of minutes, I managed to get back up and wash myself off. I got out of the shower, dried off and went into my bedroom. I had left the door to my bedroom standing wide open, like an invitation. To my disappointment, Dylan wasn't there.

Was I really disappointed? To my surprise, I was. I really had been hoping he'd be standing there to get a peek at me. What was I doing wanting a boy half my age to be playing peeping tom? He was a kid and one of my son's friends. It was wrong.

But it felt good for a man to notice me again. After Richard had cheated on me two years ago, I hadn't felt noticed by anyone. I'd felt like a used up old woman. Now this boy had come along and made me feel alive again after so long.

Sighing at myself, I went over to my closet and reached for a shirt. My hand stopped as I looked through my clothes.

Okay, I liked the way he looked at me. I could admit that. I could also admit I wanted him to look at me some more. Instead of a shirt, I grabbed my silk robe and put it on. It was a little small, barely coming down to mid-thigh and the belt had a bad habit of coming loose. Exactly the right thing for the situation.

I went over to my vanity and brushed my hair. I decided to put on a little makeup too. May as well give the boy the whole show.

When I was ready, I walked out to the front room and found Dylan watching TV. On the screen was a cute blonde wearing a tiny, black bikini. Her tits looked about the same size as mine. They looked bought and paid for like mine too. Her legs were long and sleek and more tan than mine. She ruined the moment by opening her mouth.

"Ugh," I said from behind the sofa. "She was nice until she started talking."

Dylan jumped at the sound of my voice and spun around. I was going to have to be careful or I was going to give the poor kid a heart attack.

His eyes roamed up and down my robe before he turned back to the TV and said, "Yeah, she's such a fake. All the way from her smile to her boobs."

I watched him cringe after the words spilled out of his mouth. The back of his neck turned red and I could just imagine the redness of his face.

"Hey now, mister," I said. "There's nothing wrong with fake boobs. God knows my ex paid enough for mine."

I watched the back of his neck turn an even deeper shade of red.

"Well, you're prettier than she is anyway. And I like your voice a lot more," he said.

How long had it been since anyone had said something like that to me? I felt my eyes tear up. I swallowed a couple of times and rubbed at my eyes, hoping I wasn't messing up my makeup.

"Thank you, Dylan," I said, walking around and sitting on the sofa next to him.

He nodded, keeping his eyes glued to the TV, his face still a bright red. We sat there watching TV for a few minutes, just enjoying each other's company. The annoying blonde came back on the screen and said something stupid.

I rolled my eyes and said, "How much do you want to bet she's a stripper or something when she's not on TV?"

"She was in Playboy once," Dylan offered.

"And you've seen that Playboy?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said. "My dad has a subscription."

"Does she look good naked?" I asked.

Dylan's mouth worked a couple of times. The poor boy was still blushing a deep red that was only getting redder. Maybe I should back off a little and let his poor heart slow down for a minute.

"She is pretty. Especially because she's not talking," he managed to say.

I threw my head back and laughed. I liked this kid. I bet when he got a little more confident he'd have the girls eating out of his hand.

I felt my robe slide open a little while I was laughing, giving Dylan the chance to take a nice look at my cleavage. I kept laughing a little longer than was needed, giving him time to enjoy.

I sat up straight again and caught his head turning back to the TV.

Good.

"So do you like blondes with fake boobs?" I asked him.

Keeping his eyes locked on the TV, he whispered, "Yeah. But Like girls with dark hair the best."

I ran my finger down between my breasts, sliding the robe open just a little more. He was watching me out of the corner of his eye and trying his best to be sneaky about it.

"Have you even seen a girl naked for real?" I asked.

His tongue flicked out and he licked his lips.

"No," he whispered almost too quietly for me to hear.

"That's too bad," I said, running my finger between my cleavage some more. "The real thing is much better than a picture."

I leaned back and let the robe slip open a little bit more. The edges of my areolas were peeking out from under the robe. It was only a couple of seconds before Dylan's head finally turned enough for him to take a better look.

"Dylan, what are you looking at?" I asked.

His head snapped back towards the TV.

"Nothing," he managed to stammer out.

"Were you looking at my tits?" I asked.

He managed to get to that deeper shade of red. He jumped off of the sofa and said, "May... maybe I should go."

Now I'd scared him. That wasn't what I'd wanted to do. I wasn't sure what the hell I wanted to do actually.

"Dylan, honey, sit back down," I said, leaning forward so my robe closed a little. "I'm sorry about that."

He sat down on the edge of the sofa, as far away from me as he could get. He looked down at the floor, avoiding my face and other parts.

"Dylan, that was wrong of me to tease you like that," I said. "I'm sorry."

He shrugged. "It's okay."

"No, it's not. It's mean," I said. "I shouldn't have been so mean to you."

All he did was shrug again.

I sighed and asked, "Dylan, can I tell you a secret?"

Another shrug.

"I did this so you would look at me," I said.

His head came up a little and he met my eyes. "Really? Why?"

I shook my head and said, "I don't know. It's been such a long time since a guy looked at me that way it made me feel good, I guess."

He frowned. "I don't understand." "It feels good when a man looks at a woman and notices her. You noticed me, Dylan. I liked being noticed," I admitted to him.

"No, I don't understand why guys don't notice you. You're very pretty," he said.

I sat staring at him, tears welling up in my eyes. That was the second time he'd said something nice to me. I'd told him all I'd been doing was teasing him and here he was, still complimenting me.

He saw my tears and came closer to me.

"Please don't cry, Mrs. Tyne," he said.

I scooted closer to him and put my arms around him. He held me while I cried into his shoulder. He was a good kid. I knew he'd make some girl very happy one day.

When my sniffles ended, I pulled a little away from him and looked him in the eyes.

"I'm surprised you didn't go running out the door when the crazy, old lady started bawling at you," I said to him, wiping away the last of the tears.

"Yeah, but when she's really pretty I let it slide," he said with a smile. I threw my head back and laughed. Once you got past his shyness he had a good sense of humor waiting to be seen.

When I looked at him again, I saw he was looking down at my chest. I looked down and saw the robe had fallen completely open. My breasts were fully exposed. My hard, little nipples stood pointing at Dylan, wanting his touch.

He looked up and away quickly. I put my hands on the sides of his face and turned him back towards me. He looked past my shoulder and wouldn't meet my eyes.

I reached down and took his hand in mine. I pulled his hand up and cupped it against my breast. I rubbed his hand against my breast, squeezing it gently.

His eyes slipped down and watched me rub my breast with his hand. I took my hand away and he kept his firmly against me, still rubbing my nipple in little circles against his palm.

"Take you index finger and run little circles around my nipple," I whispered to him.

He extended his index finger and ran it in tight, fast circles around my nipple.

"Slower, baby, slower," I said.

He slowed down and it was wonderful. Little shots of pleasure run down my body under his touch.

"Now pinch it. Not too hard," I told him.

He did but it wasn't enough.

"Harder," I said.

He pinched harder and I let out a groan.

After a couple seconds of letting him pinch my nipples, I reached up and took his hand off of me. I stood up and saw a flicker of panic on his face. The panic disappeared when I took off my robe and sat back down with him.

His eyes now freely roamed over my body. I ran my fingers down across my stomach and into the tiny little patch of hair over my pussy. Richard had liked me completely bald but I liked having my little landing stip.

"Do you like what you see?" I asked.

All he could do was nod.

I took his hand again and put it on my thigh and slid it up between my legs. I pulled his fingers through my little patch of hair. I slid his fingers down and felt the tips of his finger slide between my wet lips.

I took his index finger in my hand and slid it up until it was rubbing my clit. I rubbed in slow, soft circles, shivering at the feel.

"That's my clit, baby," I said. "Remember slow and gentle wins the race. If you do it too hard it will start to hurt."