I stood in the kitchen looking out over the rear yard with its many trees, bushes and splendid variety of Californian fauna. Up to this the fall, the yard had always looked so good, but since the Latino brothers that had looked after it for years had moved on, it had become long overdue for some tidying up. Even the little shed we had made to look like a small cottage was in urgent need of a good clear out.
Later that morning I spotted a notice board in the supermarket advertising various sale items and home help needs. I immediately posted a card for students who might be looking for some extra cash for a few hours gardening each week.
Within two days, I had a call from two lads who sounded very keen. I arranged for them to come over later that afternoon to show them what needed doing and to discuss wages and hours. They turned up exactly on time. They were younger than I expected at eighteen, but both were big strapping lads and exceedingly polite, which I liked. They introduced themselves as Paul and David and I told them to call me Sally.
"We will probably call you mom; you and our moms are about the same age." Paul said.
I smiled, not mentioning I was forty-eight years old and their mothers were probably somewhat younger. We agreed they would start with the heavy stuff the following afternoon for two or three hours.
They arrived at two o clock and both got straight on with it; I was amazed by how much they got done in just a couple of hours, especially as it had turned out to be a very warm day. I took a huge jug of iced water and some glasses out to the deck for them to take a break and cool down, they were already stripped to their shorts and gulped the water down.
"Do you have a hose?" asked David.
I pointed it out to him, it was just by the edge of the house wall on a roller, he pulled it out and turned it on himself, soaking himself completely. He then turned it on Paul and soaked him as well, they were really enjoying themselves. Paul grabbed the hose from David and gave him a return blast of water. I just stood there laughing at their antics until Paul turned the hose on me. I was wearing Capri shorts and a T-shirt, within a second I too was soaked to the skin, with my breasts showing clearly through my wet top as I had not worn a bra.
"Now that's sexy," said Paul.
"Wow Sally, your nipples really rise to the cold water, let's check them out."
Before I could even think, they had moved either side of me, grabbed a wrist each to raise both my arms, and then pulled up my t-shirt to expose my bosom. They both cupped and felt my breasts while my nipples were rolled between their fingers for a few moments. When I didn't object to their forward behavior, David suggested they should try to get my nipples bigger, and they both put their mouths over a nipple each and twirled and sucked until they decided they were big enough to meet with their approval. Satisfied with my nipples' arousal, they both stood back to admire their successful technique.
"OK back to work, lots to do," said David.
I stood there for a few moments in complete shock, although I did manage to pull my T-shirt down. I had not attempted to stop them or help them in any way, I knew that much. It had all happened so quickly and their attitude was that it was all just a bit of fun and of no consequence, which made it all the more difficult for me to comprehend. I went to my bathroom and stripped off all my wet clothes, dried myself, and put a change of outfit on.
I sat at my dressing table doing my hair and a smile came across my face as I thought about what had just happened in the yard. Not many women of my age get to be felt up by teenage boys I concluded, and then I realized how exciting it had been for me. I thought of how hard the boys had been working and I remembered I had not given them the keys to the shed. There were a couple of old comfy armchairs in there, ideal for them to relax in and take a break out of the sun. I called David back to the house and gave him the key.
"It needs a clear out as well." I told him.
"No problem, we will soon have that done." He replied.
I watched the pair of them from the house. They had already left a huge amount of garden waste to get rid of, and not long later there was a huge pile of junk from the shed to be disposed of as well. They came back to the house having done enough for the day, and promised to return in two days to finish the job. I paid them both for the hours they had done and added an extra hours pay for working so hard. Nothing was said about the water games, which made me feel much more relaxed about it.
That night my husband burned all the garden waste and my son took all the garbage to the dump. They both agreed the boys had done a great job so far.
Thursday arrived and the boys turned up around midday. They told me they would first trim the bushes, and then finish off tidying the shed. They worked just as hard as before, so around two o clock I prepared some iced tea as cooling refreshment for them both.
They asked me to leave the tray of drinks in the shed; I went inside and was amazed at what I saw. All the tools were hanging neatly in place on the walls, and the bigger items were just as nicely organized. They had the two armchairs out to relax in and a big metal drum was being utilized as a table.
"It's incredible what you have done so quickly." I said, as I poured them both a drink, which they desperately need.
They swallowed the first drink down and were ready for more. Paul was already sitting down and started to down a second glass of tea, while David turned to me, leaned across and cupped my breasts like he had before.
"Sally! You are naughty; you forgot to wear your bra again."
"I never do wear one, not until I go out later in the day." I stuttered.
"So you never left it off so we could have another feel of your tits then?" David asked with a tone in his voice, which told me he intended to feel them again anyway.
"Of course not, I told you, I am probably older than your mother." I said, laughing to keep the mood light.
David took the tray off the top of the oil drum and put a cushion on top of it, I was very perplexed at what he was doing, and when I leaned over the oil drum, Paul reached out from his chair and held both my wrists. My mind was just thinking, how could they feel my breasts when they are pressed down against this old drum?
"Let's see what else you forgot Sally." A second later, David's meaning became clear as my shorts were pulled down to the floor.
