Sunny afternoon

With her husband gone for a three-day business trip and their son visiting a concert downtown, Mrs. Hughes had decided to take the afternoon off for sunbathing. She took her bikini top off, leaving it behind on the sofa, and strolled into the garden. It was vast and perfectly secluded.
Ten yards from the house, she sat down in the grass. She lay down on her back and spread her legs, her hands behind her head. The sun shone radiantly, and she looked forward to receiving her husband again with a perfect tan. Music came from the house, through the open slide door, Radio Four. She closed her eyes and drifted away.

After fifty minutes she rolled over for the third time. Lying face-down with her head resting on her folded arms she felt the warmth on her back again as if a soft blanket was covering her from head to toe. Again, she dosed off.

"Hello Mrs. Hughes!"

She was shocked, she had not heard anyone coming! She looked up over her shoulder. Three boys were standing watching her. Two were friends of her son, the third one she didn't recognize. They were dressed in nothing but swimming trunks, and the effect that the near-naked body of their friend's mother had on them was alarmingly obvious.

Become a member to read the rest of the story.