I went to the garage to start working. I opened the door to get some air circulating. Kevin came by a few minutes later. He had shaved but still looked great.
Just as we started working Kate came to join us. I did a double take. Kate was wearing a bikini. Certainly not her most daring one, yet a bikini. She had a T shirt pulled over it. Not too tight but the way it hung from her you knew she had a figure. It came just to her navel showing about two inches of flat belly between the bathing suit and top. Her hair tied back in a cute ponytail.
It was perfectly acceptable wear for a hot 22 year old doing sweaty work but I was a little taken aback. As we worked I noticed Kevin checking her out every once in a while. I kind of got in a bad mood. Nothing awful. Just a small cloud. I got quiet. All this time Kate chatted with Kevin. Some of it a little flirtatious. I wasn’t sure I liked it.
Again, after working he came inside and chatted. This time Kate did more talking. Definately flirtatious. As she talked she’d sometimes touch his arm or hand.
As we chatted he mentioned the worst part of travel was spending meals alone. Then when he got home he was still eating most of his meals alone. He had plenty of friends but you can’t go out every night.
I perked up and invited him to join us for dinner. He politely refused saying he did not want to impose. Kate and I insisted and he accepted. He then said his goodbyes and said he’d see us at dinner.
When he left I looked at Kate and said, “Bikini?”
She laughed and said, ” Why not. He’s cute. Never hurts to show off a bit.”
I laughed. “Well, he noticed,” I said.”
“Good,” she said. “Nice to know I still have it,” and went off to her room.
Still have it, I thought. She’s 22. Of course she still has it. Then again, what did I care? It’s not like I was in love with Kevin, or even interested. I’d just met him. He was 9 years younger than me. Then of course I thought, he was 10 years older than her.
I shook my head. Why was I thinking these things. I’m 41. Not a high school girl. I went about putting things away and preparing dinner. As I did I couldn’t stop thinking of Kevin and of Kate in her bikini. This is silly I kept reminding myself.
It was getting dinner time. I figured I should shower and change. I jumped in the shower. As I washed myself I had a picture of Kevin, bending over a box, come into my head. It was followed by his face with one day stubble and big shoulders. Without thinking my hand dropped down to my pussy. I softly rubbed my clit.
When was the last time I had sex I thought. 9 months? A year? I thought of Kevin again. His smile, trim waist. My fingers got more urgent as did my need. I put my hand against the wall to steady myself. I came. Not a world crashing orgasm, but enough to get me by for now.
As I stepped out of the shower. I felt guilty, well guilty and a little naughty. After all he is only 9 years younger than me. Would that make me a cougar?
I looked at my closet trying to figure out what to wear. I chose a pair of jeans that showed off my figure and a top that hugged my curves and showed a little bit of skin between the jeans and the shirt. I pulled out a pretty thong and matching bra. It wasn’t like anyone was going to see it, but it made me feel pretty. I added a pair of strappy sandals.