It's 1966 and Britain is basking in record temperatures. England have secured a place in the World Cup Final and in nearly every town and city “Bob-a-Job” week is underway. Scouts all across the country are out doing good deeds in their local area and collecting a few shillings for charitable causes.. Let's see what these enterprising young men are up in in one leafy suburb...
"Morning, Mrs," said Dick, "can we do any odd jobs for you today?" Erica had been up for a while, but was still in her knickers and tee-shirt as she answered the door. She looked at the two eager scouts standing on the doorstep, one of them clenching his small bucket of coins, the other toying with a strip of round yellow “Job Done” stickers, and wondered aloud, "Umm... what sort of jobs can you do?"
"All sorts of things,” chipped in Willy, "clean your room, wash your car, anythingreally. So long as you make a donation." At this point Dick held up the small plastic bucket and shook it in a hopeful manner. Erica tried to think of a quick excuse to shoo them away, she was hardly in a state to have visitors, but their hopeful smiles made it hard to be dismissive and she found herself saying "OK, come in. First thing you can do is make me a cup of tea and bring it to me in the lounge."
Erica watched the two teenagers look at each other with delight at what was probably their first success of the day. The older, and taller of the two, Dick, was slim, about 18 or 19 with light brown hair and deep blue eyes. As he moved off towards the kitchen, Erica noticed that he was actually quite firm-bodied, not thin at all really. His shorts concealed a tight backside and his legs were nicely developed. “A rugby player?”, she thought to herself.
Willy was obviously Dick's brother, they had a similar smile and chin, but Willy's blondish hair had yet to turn to the mousy brown common to older teens. Willy was not as lean as Dick, but was quite good looking for a 16 or 17 year old lad.
Erica wondered at herself, here she was, partially dressed 45-year old divorcee, with two young men in her home with apparently nothing to do but whatever she wished. Perhaps it was the early heat, or just World Cup Fever, but Erica's mind started thinking wicked thoughts.
She sat on her sofa, bringing her legs up onto the soft velvety material. That feeling against her legs had always turned her on. Her mind drifted off, remembering the exploits she had gotten up to on that very sofa when she was a few years younger. Those photos she had posed for in her white stockings and suspenders, bent over with her backside in the air and her pussy showing through the thin gauze of her panties, her generous breasts swaying provocatively as she wriggled this way and that, and her now ex-husband encouraging her to pout and flutter her eyelashes while he clicked away.
Erica realised that she was starting to get a little horny. Those memories were just too good! Any thoughts of slipping her hand into her panties for a quick play were rudely interrupted by the return of her two guests bearing a mug of tea. Erica had just about forgotten that she had let them in at all!
Dick brought the mug over to her and set it down on the floor. "Will that be all, Mrs?" he asked, politely. Erica was torn between saying yes, and getting rid of them so that she could go back to her horny thoughts or saying no, and enjoying the company of the two lads. Since her husband left her the previous year, she was glad of any company, especially two, really quite fit young men.
"I think I'd like you to do a bit more for me actually. This room needs cleaning and I'm feeling lazy today, can you dust the shelves and tidy those books and magazines away please?" After pointing out where the cleaning items were stored, Erica watched the pair of teenagers set to the new tasks she had given them. She especially liked the view of Dick's firm buttocks inside his tight, grey shorts as he bent and dusted the lower shelves. He seemed to have amassed a goodly number of triangular badges on both arms signifying skills in everything from knot-tying to sailing.. Without really thinking, her hand slipped down her stomach and into her panties. Still partially moist from her thoughts before, Erica quickly wet her clit with juices from between her pussy lips.
Adjusting her leg to allow her better access to her own pleasure area she started to imagine what Dick kept in those shorts of his. And Willy too was kind of cute, but he didn't have that sparkle in his eye that Dick had. Erica's actions were soon noticed by the two scouts, who at first were terrified, then amazed that a woman would be doing things like that with them both in the room.
Not knowing whether to stop and watch or to keep working and pretend they hadn't noticed, the brothers stumbled on half doing their tasks half glancing over at Erica as she lost herself to her own daydream. Frantic glances between them didn't do anything to solve the issue either. The crunch came when they had nearly finished tidying the room.
Erica had closed her eyes and had mentally peeled off Dick's scout uniform to reveal a lean, smooth body and had imagined him kneeling beside her with his fingers jammed in her wet hole. The details of his face were a little blurred but his sparkling blue eyes were very clear in her mind. His/Her hand was doing wonders in her panties, with two fingers stirring around in the entrance to her wet hole and the other dancing around her erect clit. She pushed her hips forward and slid a little further down the velvet cushions.
As she started to build up to her first climax, Erica was startled by a not-so-discrete cough from somewhere outside her dreamworld.
