My husband, Ron Stone and I Pam worked for the social
services in the young offenders department. We deal
mainly with young male black studs, who are one step
away from prison.
Ron was 46 and me 41. we were both virgins when we met
20 years ago. Sex was never a strong point for both of
us. It consisted of, lights of a quick fumble, Ron
getting on top, then it would be all over in minutes.
We have never been able to have children of our own,
because Ron is infertile. It’s never really bothered us
much as we have our hands full with the kids from work.
Last summer break Mr. Rogers, Head of our department
asked Ron and I if we would chaperon a weekend trip to
the beach he was arranging for a group of the best
behaved juveniles, it would mean staying over a two
night period. Ron and I jumped at the chance, and
agreed.
The following Friday Ron picked the mini bus up and we
drove to the pick up point. There in a group of 6 were
the most unlikely teenage boys any normal person would
ever want to be associated with. Black, their ages were
14 to 16, JJ and Luke the eldest and Simon, Leon, Paul
and Barry the youngest. But we new them, and as it was
our job we had grown used them. We helped them get
their bags in the mini bus and set out for the 2 hour
journey.
Once we arrived at the beach bungalow. Inside, it was
just a simple layout, there were 3 bedroom a kitchen
diner a outside shower and toilet unit and that was it.
There wasn’t much room for privacy. Ron sorted the boys
out, the four youngest in one room and the two sixteen
year olds in the other next to ours. We took up our
bedroom started to unpack I noticed a curtain on the
adjoining wall when I pulled it aside there was a small
glassless window hatch that viewed to the next bedroom,
shutting it quickly before the two boys next door saw
me. We all settled down for the night.
In the morning after I cooked breakfast for all of us,
Ron told the boys he had arranged a beach football
game. It was a beautiful sunny day. I couldn’t wait to
sit out on the beach. Ron disappeared into the bathroom
and I swiftly changed into my bikini. It was a white
strapless number cut high on the sides, pulling on a
summer dress I told Ron I was going to sunbath. On the
beach.
The beach was already crowded so I ended up fairly far
up it before finding a suitable spot by some sand
dunes. I set my towel, I lay there, my eyes closed,
soaking up the sun. it was getting hotter so I sat up
and rubbed sun block on, I squinted up and down the
beach the nearest people to me were about 100 meters
away. I reached round and unclipped my top revealing my
breasts were in all their glory, although they are only
small my nipples are quiet large. There was a nice
breeze coming off the sea as I laid on the beach.
Half asleep I heard voices, as I looked up, I saw two
heads popping up from a dune and when they caught my
eye, they hid from view. Someone was watching me.
Knowing they were there, I didn’t look directly at them
but rather looked at them out of the corner of my eye.
Its was JJ and Luke. Pulling my top on I decided to
walk to the dune and see what they were doing. “What
are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with the rest
playing football” I could visibly see their penises
hard in their shorts.
“Oh Mr. Stone told us to come and find you coz Paul has
broken his leg we think.”
I went and grabbed my towel and followed the boys down
the beach to where Ron and a crowd had gathered. “Is it
broken Ron?”