One hot afternoon I was out shopping when I came upon an old-fashioned soda fountain, and decided to stop in for some refreshment.

I took a seat in the rear, in a high-backed booth facing the wall, where I could eat my ice cream in relative privacy. I hadn’t been there three minutes when a group of young men came in and sat in a booth not far from mine. They were rather a loud bunch, but I ignored them, until I heard one of them confide to his buddies that the hottest older woman in the area was a lady named Karen, who was one of his mom’s best friends.

Hell, my name was Karen, and that voice sounded sort of familiar! So I pricked up my ears and listened.

The same speaker went on to describe the lady in question, saying she was a hot redhead with a tight little petite body and big tits. He said she was in her mid-30s, about five feet tall, and couldn’t weigh much more than 100 pounds. He went on to declare that her tight ass and gorgeous tits made his dick stand up and drool every time he saw her.

At that point one of the other guys spoke up, saying, “My God, she sounds hot! How big are her tits anyway?”

“Well,” the first one replied, “I can tell you she wears C-cup bras. And those little white bikini panties. I know, because last year my mom broke her leg, and I used to drive her over to Karen’s house two or three times a week. While the two of them shot the shit, I’d go downstairs to play pool in the rec room. While I was down there I used to sneak into the laundry room and check out this chick’s underwear.”

The others then starting asking all sorts of questions, while I just sat there knowing that they were talking about me. The description he had given fit me to a T. Furthermore, I now remembered that my friend Nancy had indeed broken her leg awhile ago, and that her hunky young son Arnold had often driven her over to see me, and had usually gone down to play pool till she was ready to leave.

I sat in that booth for half an hour after finishing my ice cream, waiting for them to get up and go. When they did, I snuck a peek and confirmed my suspicions when I saw that Arnold was one of them.

That night I told my husband what had happened. He just laughed and said that I should probably be flattered, but that if I got the chance to confront Arnold some day I could tell him I had overheard him, and his embarrassment would be punishment enough. But I said I wanted to really get back at the sneaky little brat for invading my privacy, and I would find a way to get even.

One Saturday morning about two months later I was driving into town to pick something up, when I saw a couple of young guys standing in the road next to a new sports car, waving their arms to stop me. As I got closer I saw that it was Arnold and one of the other young men I’d seen him with at the soda fountain. So I stopped.

Arnold recognized me at once, and smiled. “Hey, thanks for stopping, ma’am,” he said. “My friend Richard here blew out one of his tires, and we don’t have the tools to fix it, so we need a ride into town.”

At that point a devious thought entered my mind. “Okay,” I said. “Why don’t you put the flat tire in my trunk, and I’ll take Richard in to get it fixed, and then bring him back. But Arnold, you better stay with the car, or it might not be there when you get back, a nice car like that. I hear there’s been a rash of car thefts around here lately.”

There was not much Arnold could do but agree. I saw him looking unhappy in my rear-view mirror as we drove away.

As for Richard, I liked him from the start. He was clean-cut and damn good looking, as well as being witty and easy to talk to. When we got to town, I took him to a car-repair shop not far from our house. Richard told them to patch the tire if they could do it for less than 30 bucks, because that was all he had on him. I told him not to worry, and that I would cover the cost. Richard objected, but I told him he could pay me back by helping me move some heavy things at my house while his tire was being fixed.

My husband was out playing golf that morning, so I knew the coast would be clear. When we got to my place I took Richard into the kitchen and asked him if he was old enough to have a beer. He looked a little indignant and told me he was 21, so I opened two beers and asked him to sit down at the kitchen table, as I had something I wanted to talk to him about.

I started out by saying, “Okay, Richard, I want you to know that I’m not upset with you, do you understand?” Richard just nodded, looking puzzled. “Okay,” I said. “Here’s the deal.” I then proceeded to tell him how, a couple of months before, I had been in the soda shop when he and Arnold and their friends came in, and how I had overheard Arnold talking about this woman, who I soon realized was me. Saying dirty things about me and talking about how he had snooped around in my laundry and so forth.

“So,” I went on, as Richard sat there staring at me, “I intend to teach that sneaky little bastard a lesson. I am going to do that by sucking your cock first, and then fucking your eyes out. Afterwards you can tell Arnold what he missed, and you can even give him my wet panties to prove it. But, listen,” I added sternly. “If I ever hear a word about this from anybody, I’ll get my husband to cut your nuts off, both of you. Is it a deal?”

Richard’s mouth was hanging open, but he finally collected himself enough to nod and say in a hoarse voice, “Yeah. It’s a deal!” I then took him by the hand and led him upstairs to the bedroom.

I walked over to turn down the bed before turning to face him as I unbuttoned my blouse and slid it off. “You’d best get out of those clothes, Richard,” I told him. “We don’t have all day.” A minute later he was stark naked and sporting one of the hardest cocks a lady could ask for.

I stripped off my bra, jeans and panties, and lay back across the bed, raising and spreading my legs, exposing my flowering cunt to this wide-eyed young man who I’d only known for 90 minutes.

“So, Richard,” I said to him. “Would you like to eat my pussy while I suck your cock?” For answer he quickly turned around and crouched above me in the 69 position. He had a slender, six-inch cock that was quite easy to blow. My husband’s dick is a good seven inches, and I swallow it every chance I get, so it was a piece of cake to take Richard down my throat and perform some quality fellatio for him. Richard meanwhile was doing a damn good job of giving me head, licking my clit ever so lightly, then moving on to stimulate the thousands of nerves around the mouth of my vagina.

I was able to delay Richard’s orgasm by squeezing the base of his cock until he brought me off, at which point I released him and let him spew a goodly amount of slightly salty semen down my throat. I licked up every drop, then spun around to press my lips to his, kissing him passionately as our tongues danced together, imparting the taste of our bodily fluids to each other.

Being young and resilient, Richard was fully erect again in no time, so I pulled him on top of me, cradling him between my open thighs and guiding his penis to my extremely slippery cunt. It slid into me easily, and as soon as I had it all he started humping me like a bunny getting a jump. I pride myself at being able to give as well as I receive, so I was soon meeting him thrust for thrust. He managed to bring me off just before dumping his second load in my receptive snatch.

He was still half hard, so I kept him in the saddle until he recovered and fucked me for a much longer time, giving me two orgasms before unloading a dozen bursts of creamy semen.

As he rolled off me, gasping for air, I asked him to please hand me my panties so that I could soak them with his semen for Arnold’s benefit. I was still wearing them under my jeans as we went to pick up the newly repaired tire and then headed out on the road. Just before we came in sight of Arnold and the car, I pulled over and quickly skinned out of my jeans and panties. There was a huge pool of come in the crotch of my panties as I handed them to Richard. I then swiftly donned my jeans again and drove on, saying, “Okay, just remember our deal, and tell Arnold to keep his mouth shut from now on.”

I dropped Richard off, along with his tire, then turned around and started home. Looking in my rear-view mirror, I could see Richard holding my panties out for his friend to see. The expression on Arnold’s face would have made it all worthwhile, even if I hadn’t enjoyed fucking Richard so much.

Like they say, payback’s a bitch. But then, so am I.