Painters

Still wrapped in the towel, Gina contemplated her feelings. She felt good. She had a smile on her face. She was … satiated. She didn’t feel bad about what just happened. It all ended up good! It may have started awkward, but she always ended up feeling good about herself. She chuckled at the thought of having, both, father and son, and wondered how many women could claim that trophy. She struggled with the thought of being used, but dismissed any guilt with the feelings of euphoria that followed.

Gina continued analyzing herself, until she was startled out of her trance by the rapping on the door. She almost blurted out for whomever it was to come in, but she answered the door herself. As she opened the door, she was greeted by two, very young, boys. They looked to be about eighteen, judging them by the pimples on their faces. Both were tall and lanky, and rather awkward looking, standing there in raggedy blue jeans and tattered tee shirts. Their eyes nearly popped out of their heads when they saw Gina, wrapped in only a white towel.

Gina immediately noticed their ogling stares as the eyes focused on the swells of exposed creamy flesh, barely bound by the towel. Gina also spied the growing bulges in their otherwise tight jeans, as they continued drooling over her. Gina chuckled to herself as a long silence ensued, never making any attempt to cover up, or excuse herself. She simply remained in position, striking a centerfold pose, half-heartedly expecting the boys to start jerking off right in front of her. Gina finally decided it was time to break the elongated silence, “May I help you?”

The dusty-blonde haired youth broke his gaze just long enough to see Gina wet her lips with her deep red tongue. Stumbling and stuttering, he introduced himself as Jake, and his partner as Joel. “P-P-Pardon us, ma’am. We … We … We’re with Student Painters. We … We … We’ve been hi … hired to p-p-paint the b-b-building.” His eyes were riveted once again to Gina’s tits, as a wide smile spread across her face. “Um, Mis-Mister Cohen, told us to see-see-see you for a d-d-down payment.”

Gina already knew what was expected, but she wondered if these boys knew what they were getting themselves into. “Oh! Wow! That’s great.” Gina purred with the thought of breaking in two dweebs, and turning them into her play toys. “Come on in.” She ushered the boys into the small living room and had them sit on the couch. “Are you painting the entire building … inside and out?” They both nodded as Gina stood before them, modeling her proud body, the towel, barely covering her growing wetness. “Just the two of you, or will there be others?” Joel replied that it would be just them. “That means, you’ll be here all summer, huh?” They both nodded. Gina smiled as she watched their cocks twitch, impressed by the size of the bulge in each boy. “Did Mr. Cohen discuss payment arrangements with you?” Both boys shook their heads, while Jake reiterated, that Mr. Cohen simply sent them to collect the deposit. Again, Gina smiled at the realization she could take control. She went to the small desk in the corner of the room and fetched her checkbook. The account had been closed and there was no money in the account, but Gina knew she wasn’t going to write a check. “I’ll give you both a choice … ,” she knelt before them placing the check on the coffee table, preparing to write. She positioned herself so that they had a clear view of her ample cleavage, knowing that their chins were about to hit the table. She looked up with innocent, puppy-dog eyes, luring the boys into her trap. “I can write you a check, or we can work out some other arrangement.” Gina brazenly pushed the coffee table across the wooden floor and scooted closer to the boys.

Within moments, Gina’s hands were moving up their legs. Meeting no resistance, she palmed each of the twitching bulges, massaging the hidden flesh, adjusting the hardening poles to ease the pressure. Gina deftly lowered Jake’s zipper and then Joel’s, fishing her hand inside their trousers, stroking their stiff sticks. One by one, she unbuttoned their jeans, giving her easy access to their pricks. Both boys had boxers on, so Gina easily brought out their cocks and stroked them. Her hands flew up and down along their long shafts, as she envisioned what she could do with them, … later. She continued pumping as each boy groaned their appreciation, twitching and humping to meet her strokes. Within a few minutes each one had shot several long streams into the air, covering her wrists and palms with their hot, white syrup. Gina smiled and cleaned up, wiping her hands on the towel.

“I think that, ought to cover the down payment. See me every payday!”