It’s great to see the sun again!

I had work done on the deck, new wood, enlarged it, and had some beautiful wood loungers built, allowing one to lay flat or the backs raise to various angles.

This past weekend was the first I could take advantage of the sun, and I was out at 10 a.m. with my towels, oil, sunglasses, and a small container of wine coolers. I was wearing my tiniest thong in case someone dropped in.

Mike was fishing with one of his friends, and Marti didn’t get off work until 4, so I anticipated catching a nap. I was lying on my stomach and about to doze off when I heard someone at the front door. I grabbed a towel and answered the knock to find a young man asking if I needed the yard mowed. I began to explain it was a job my son does, but I decided to give the young man a chance to make some money.

He mowed the front yard first, and as he pushed it into the back yard, I watched from my lounger. He had a nice build, probably an athlete at a local school, so at least 16 or older.

Damn Sue, didn’t you learn from the earlier events! I need to stick to mature men and let the young stuff be.

I raised my lounger to watch him, forgot the towel, and began to massage my tanning oil on my legs. As I did, I wondered if he would even glance at an older woman. After a few minutes, I decided to offer him a drink, so he didn’t get overheated. Well, that was the excuse I had built to stand up and summon him.

I clutched a towel to my breasts and waved him over to me. I introduced myself, discovering he already knew my name and telling me he was Josh. He told me he knew Mike, so he stopped at our house. I asked if he wanted something cool to drink. Yes, was his reply. A Coke if I had one.

I retrieved the Coke and returned to the deck. “Josh, do you live in the neighborhood?” I asked.

“Yes, ma’am, on the next street over,” he replied. He added, “I graduated this year and am trying to earn some money to get my car.”

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. “So Josh, how old are you?” I asked. I was thinking of the early fun I had with Kent. And then remembered the outcome.

Josh told me he was almost 19 and that his parents had him repeat a grade in junior high. He said he had done much better after that. He intended to go to a junior college for a couple of years.

As we sat on the deck’s steps and chatted, I noticed his arms and legs. Very well developed. I had the towel tucked in to keep it from opening, but I noticed Josh glancing at my chest as we talked. Mmm. Don’t you dare allow the towel to drop? I didn’t – yet.

Josh finished his drink and returned to his mowing. I laid back down on my lounger. I pulled the towel off and began applying tanning oil to my legs, stomach, and, eventually, my bare breasts. As I massaged the oil into each boob, I ended the strokes with a pinch of my nipples.

I glanced over to see Josh but never to see him watching me. Damn.

So I decided to go a step further. I stood up with no towel and walked to the sliding glass door. I retrieved my cell and pretended to make a call. I stood just outside the door and saw Josh looking at me with the cover of my sunglasses. He wasn’t overt in his looking, but more frequent looks gave him away.

I carried my phone to the lounger and sat down. I was facing Josh as he moved toward the deck. As he got more close, I smiled at him and waved.

He waved back! Well, at least I hadn’t run him off yet.

I ended my ‘call’ and laid back on the lounger. My breasts are still bare. As I watched Josh, I became more excited about the possibilities. And then the thoughts of what the hell I went through with Kent. I struggled to control my emotions.

Josh finished his mowing and walked over to the deck. “I hope I didn’t shock you by tanning topless. Does your Mom tan also?”

“Yes, Ma’am. Not topless through.” Josh explained. “She’s a prude.”

As I sat practically naked, I asked if he wanted me to cover up?

“No, I like it. You have a fantastic body. Just like Kent said”. Josh added.

Shit!

“What else did Kent say”? I asked.

“He just said you are good-looking and a lot of fun. He said he had watched you sunbathe a lot of times”. Josh explained.

“Let me get your money,” I told him. I was fuming at the thoughts of what else Kent may have told him. I picked up $20 and walked back out. As I handed it to him, I couldn’t help but ask, “What else did Kent tell you?”

Josh took the money and said, “nothing much, just that you are a lot of fun.”

“What kind of fun?” I pried.

Sometimes you can be sexy. You know, flirt and stuff,” Josh explained.

I could see I wasn’t going to get straight answers. I told Josh I appreciated him mowing, and if he wanted to continue, come back.

Josh pushed his mower away and left. I sat down on the lounger and grabbed my phone. I dialed Kent’s number and got him on the third ring.

“Sue, thanks for calling. I was hoping we could patch things up. I’m rea–.

I cut him off. “What the fuck did you tell Josh, what’s his name, about me?” He told me you said I was a lot of fun”.

“Honest Sue, I didn’t tell him anything. I promise.” Kent said.

” I know better. Josh just mowed my yard and said, you told him I was sexy and flirted a lot. AND YOU told him so.”

“Honest Sue, I didn’t tell him about us. I wouldn’t. Honest,”.

I want you over here right now. Have you forgotten I have a photo of you sucking a guy’s cock? You are a dumbass. If you aren’t here in ten minutes, I will post it on the internet.

I hung up without waiting for an answer. I went into the house and fixed a strong drink. I got one of Mike’s tee shirts to cover up. I was so pissed at the thought of what Kent had done I would kill the bastard.

I opened the door before Kent could ring the bell. The terror in his eyes almost made me believe he wouldn’t tell anyone anything.

We walked into the den.

“OK, let’s hear just what you told Josh. And don’t lie. I’ll burn your Ass so no girl will ever look at you again.” I said.

Still standing, Kent started to say he hadn’t told anyone. I stopped him quickly. “Look, Josh just left. He said you told him you had seen me sunbathe several times. And how sexy I am and fun. Adding, I flirt. You try to deny that, and I’ll post all your photos that night.”

We both sat down. I waited for Kent’s answer.

Finally, he spoke. “I told him about seeing you on the deck. And you are catching me. And how it became a regular event. I never told him about any Sex or anything. I swear.”

“Why in the hell should I believe you? Who else did you tell about watching me, the flirting, and so on?” I questioned.

“Just a couple of others, honest. I didn’t show anyone any of the photos or tell them we had Sex.” Kent attempted to tell me.

Yea, right. Why would you tell anyone? And how many photos have you shown to them?”

“None, I wouldn’t do that. Promise,” Kent told me.

“Bullshit, why WOULDN’T you show them the photos? I’m not stupid enough to think you didn’t. Who saw the photos?” I pushed.

“Nobody. When you took my photos at that party, I erased all of them. Nobody saw anything.” Kent said.

“I wish I could believe you. I do. BUT I also know you are the type to brag about screwing me.” I watched him sink into the chair. He might be telling the truth.

“We had a good thing going. And it was my mistake to go for a much too young man. I enjoyed the fun, and I let it go too far. I’m sorry.” I said.

Kent didn’t respond. I asked him if he would like something to drink. He wanted a beer.

I brought him the beer. I told him how much I had enjoyed our Sex. He had allowed me to experiment with Sex more than any man.

Kent said it was great for him too. And how sorry it had ended. He was stupid to have taken the photos, and he would never do anything to harm me.

As we sat and talked, my feeling about Kent changed. Damn, was I that ignorant? Yep.

I got another drink and returned to the couch. I was about to do a terrible thing. But my emotions and need for Sex took over.

I patted the couch for Kent to sit by me. I pulled him to me and kissed him passionately. He responded by lifting the tee shirt and taking it off of me. Kent leaned into me and began to suck on my nipple. I reached for his crotch and found his tool already hard. I struggled to unfasten his shorts. Finally, I had his wonderful cock out. I slid down and began to tongue its head. Things went so quickly. Within minutes I was on the floor with Kent riding me expertly.

After we finished, we talked about starting over. Well, not exactly starting from the first, but going back to see if things might work out.

We showered together, had Sex again on my bed, and I pushed him out before Marti might catch us together.

Before he left, I promised to call him once I could explain everything to Mike and Marti. That might be a long time coming, I said to him.

Why I would even think of getting back to Sex with Kent was beyond reason. But I had enjoyed him as much as any man. Maybe he will find a Hot girlfriend and go his own way. Until then, I would want him as long as I could.

Am I at that age where I was going to search for Sex? I always had men watching and approaching me. Those times seem to be fewer and less often. I know I’m not as firm as I was a few years ago. I needed attention as much as ever. I just hoped I wasn’t going about it the wrong way.

I won’t let Kent use me. Or was I using him?