"Would you like me to give you a hand job Lewis?"
Lewis Carter stood up and stared open-mouthed at the woman in the white bikini who'd just beckoned him to lean over and whispered in his ear. She was one of the four friends of his mother who'd spent the afternoon sunbathing in his parents' garden, and he didn't have any idea how to react. He desperately wanted to believe that the woman he knew only as "Emma" wasn't joking but couldn't tell either way.
And even though all of them were at least twice his age, every hormone in his body had been on overdrive for the three hours he'd carried cold drinks from the house as the women had dipped in and out of the pool. He'd tried not to stare at nipples the size of his thumb straining against wet material and hardened by a cool breeze, or the deep crevices between the women's legs which looked like thick black lines drawn with marker pens on their damp, clinging swimsuits, but at that moment knew his almost permanent state of arousal had been obvious.
"I really don't mind," she grinned, "You've had that boner for hours, and it's no big deal to me."
The woman on the sunbed to her left sat upright, lifted her over-sized sunglasses away from her eyes, and smiled. "Emma's not joking. She's been talking about it for over an hour, and now the others have gone into the house with your mother, all you have to do is kneel by her side under the parasol and drop your trousers." She was a mousey blonde about five years older than Emma, a little heavier, had skin like an old brown handbag which contrasted starkly with her yellow one-piece bathing suit, and a look on her face which somehow made Lewis feel as though he could trust her, despite his confusion: Why would a woman he'd "known" for less than an afternoon possibly want to make him so happy?
Emma laughed at the expression on his face as she continued, "I've always liked doing it, just to see the expression on a man's face when he comes, and it's been a long time since I handled a nice young man like you. It'll be fun, especially as there's a chance your mother will catch us, and I've always liked doing risky things."
The other woman stared up at Lewis. "It's true, she used to steal from shops when we were younger and was forever fucking in public places just for the thrill of maybe getting caught." He still didn't believe it but was so excited that his hard-on had become even more uncomfortable, as Emma nodded and added, "And it doesn't look like it'll take long."
Lewis still couldn't believe his luck. The woman he'd been introduced to only as Emma had a stomach which hung over her waistband, and flabby thighs mottled with cellulite, but that moment all he could focus on was the dripping black line between her legs which was making painfully harder every second he stared at it.
He knelt by Emma's sunbed, unbuckled his belt, unzipped his trousers and let them drop with his boxers to the floor. "Just one thing," said Emma grinning as she reached forward, grabbed hold of his erection and started to gently tug it, "While I do this, do you mind doing something for me?"
