Mikey was in his third summer lifeguarding at the local reservoir.
The wild swimming craze had brought new life to the lake, and that final summer before Mikey left for uni was hot from start to finish. Not that Mikey was complaining. The hot weather brought out the skimpy bikinis and Mikey spent his days checking out the hot older women.
On one especially hot summer's day, Mikey was watching one particular lady as she slowly entered the water. He liked the way the fabric of her red thong bikini separated her butt cheeks. He was mesmerised by the sway of her shapely hips as she eased her way into the cool water.
Mikey watched as she swam two laps of the lake before climbing out of the water.
Wow! She's a goddess! Mikey thought to himself as he watched her slowly exiting the water, the water dripping off her smooth, shapely body. Mikey's eyes were drawn to her flat torso and up to her round, full breasts, held in place by that bright red bikini. His eyes darted to her strong thighs and up to her bikini bottoms. He was sure he could see the hint of a camel toe as the red fabric clung to her private parts.
Uh oh! Thought Mikey. She's coming this way.
"Hey!"
Her voice snapped him back to reality.
"It's rude to stare," she said laughing.
Mikey looked up at her face for the first time. Oh shit, he thought. It's Mrs Clarke!
Mrs Clarke had been best friends with Mikey's mum since they were at school together. Her husband was Mikey's dad's golfing partner and Mikey had even had a brief teenage relationship with their daughter a couple of years ago.
"Enjoying the view?" she laughed. "I'm a bit too old for you don't you think? What are you now? Eighteen?"
"I, erm, sorry, Mrs Clarke," Mikey replied, clearly embarrassed. "Yes, well, it's my eighteenth next week."
"Of course it is!" Mrs Clarke said, pretending to remember. "Pass on my best to your mum and dad. And keep your eyes on the lake!"
"I will," said Mikey, now turning red with embarrassment. "I didn't know you were a member here?"
"I've just joined today. All the other mums my age seem to be doing it, so I thought 'why not?'!"
"Well I hope you enjoyed your swim," Mikey said as Mrs Clarke disappeared towards the changing hut.
***
It was a couple of weeks before Mikey saw Mrs Clarke at the lake again. He fought as hard as he could not to stare as she exited the water this time and he thought he'd got away with it.
As he was cleaning up he spotted her sat at a table with a group of other forty-something women. They were laughing hysterically.
"Hey, Mikey!" called Jane, one of their more outgoing members. "Have you seen this magazine?"
Mikey shook his head.
"Come here and have a read then," she said as the whole group started chuckling.
Mikey sat down next to Jane and read the headline: WILD SWIMMING CRAZE REPLACED BY NEW ACTIVITY.
"Read on," Jane encouraged.
Mikey read the first paragraph of the article: In recent years more and more women in their forties have taken up wild swimming as an escape from the routine and mundanity of their every day lives and boring marriages. This year a new, and some would say more exciting activity, is replacing wild swimming for many a bored house wife: Wild Sex with men half their age!
"You've gone bright red, Mikey!" Jane chuckled.
"I, urgh. I should probably get back to work," Mike stuttered as he quickly made an exit.
***
The following evening Mrs Clarke was at the lake again. As the sun was getting lower Mikey had to get her attention to ask her to leave the water. Once again, he couldn't take his eyes off her as she eased herself out of the water.
She wore a tiny green bikini. Her large breasts were hardly covered by the triangular fabric and he could clearly make out the shape of her hard nipples underneath. Mikey felt an all too familiar stirring in his shorts as she sauntered towards him.
"Mikey," she said. "I wanted to apologise. For the other day."
"What do you mean?" Mikey croaked in reply, his mouth drying up.
"The girls. Well mainly Jane," she explained. "What she did was out of order and I'm sorry if it made you feel uncomfortable."
"Oh that! That was no big deal," Mikey lied.
"Well, I didn't think it was an appropriate thing for a group of older ladies to do to a young man like you."
"No worries," Mikey replied as he desperately fought, and failed, to lift his stare from Mrs Clarke's heaving breasts.
Mrs Clarke laughed at him. "My eyes are up here, Mikey!"
"S- sorry," Mikey stammered, as he finally lifted his gaze to stare deeply into her big brown eyes.
Mrs Clarke had a mischievous smile on her face. "Have a nice evening, Mikey," she said as she turned and walked away.
"And stop staring at my bum," she shouted over her shoulder.
***
The following weekend was Mikey's mum's forty-fifth birthday party. Mikey tried to make himself scarce - he couldn't think of anything worse than being surrounded by a bunch of drunken forty-somethings.
Mikey was on a video call with his latest girlfriend when he heard a knock at his door. He quickly hung up the call and answered, "Come in."
The door swung open and there stood Mrs Clarke in her figure-hugging, little black dress.
She walked in holding a beer. "Aren't you coming downstairs to see everyone? I brought you a drink."
Mikey looked her up and down. She looks incredible! he thought.
"I, urgh. Sorry, I was just on the phone."
"Girlfriend?" she asked, handing Mikey the beer.
"Kind of," Mikey lied, for some reason not wanting Mrs Clarke to know he had a girlfriend.
"Kind of?" she asked as she sat on the bed next to him. "You having problems?"
"Well, it's just that she doesn't. Oh I can't tell you this."
"Doesn't what? Whatever it is, I'm sure I've been there before!"
"Well, she's a year younger than me and her parents are really strict. She says she doesn't want to do anything... like, you know, that sort of thing, because I'll be off to uni soon and she says I'll forget about her."
"I see," said Mrs Clarke, staring into Mikey's eyes. "Maybe she's right."
"What?" Mike replied.
Mrs Clarke stood up and took the beer off Mikey. "Maybe that will happen," she said.
"What do you mean?" he inquired.
"Are you telling me that you're going to go to uni and resist all that temptation? Come on, Mikey. You're a good looking boy. Those uni girls will be throwing themselves at you!"
"Of course I can resist!" Mikey insisted.
"Really?" Mrs Clarke placed Mikey's beer down on the side and closed the door with her foot.
She slowly walked towards Mikey, that mischievous look in her eye again.
"Mikey. I'm forty-five years old and you've hardly taken your eyes off my tits the whole time I've been here. Are you really telling me you can resist all the young flesh that'll be on offer at uni?"
"I-I think so," Mikey replied.
Mrs Clarke took another step towards the bed, then reached behind her neck and unzipped her dress.
"You're sure about that?" she asked as she worked her shoulder straps free.
"Uh huh," replied Mikey as he stared at the older lady in front of him.
"I don't believe you," she stated and she pushed the dress down until it bunched around her waist.
Mikey started at her large breasts, clad in a black lacy bra. Mrs Clarke kicked her heels off and pushed her dress down over her shapely hips until it fell to the floor, revealing her matching black lacy underwear.