Jeanie waved goodbye to her two boys as her parents pulled away. She knew that she was going to miss them while they were gone for the weekend, but also knew that she needed the break.

Unfortunately, that break wouldn't really start until she finished catching up on the housework. There were too many things that she'd put off, and she knew that she simply couldn't relax until each and every one of them was done. She tied back her strawberry blonde tresses, and went to work.

The hours slipped by, and it was quite late by the time she was down to the final task. The new washing machine wouldn't arrive until Monday, and virtually everything in the house was dirty.

Jeanie was down to a top that was too tight, and a skirt that was too short for her tastes — especially for going out into public. As late as it would be when she arrived, she wasn't all that concerned with running into too many people, though. The newer laundromat on the other side of town drew most of the business.

She needed at least a brief rest before loading up the car, though. With a glass of water in hand, she sat down on the couch and flipped on the television. Her eyebrows shot up when she saw a shadowed love scene playing out. She then breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that both recording lights were on for the DVR. It had set the channel, which meant that she hadn't left it there, and her boys hadn't turned it there.

The scene, no matter how brief, was heated, and reminded Jeanie about how long it had been since she'd been with anyone.

It was hardly relaxing.

Jeanie cancelled the recording with a sigh, and flipped over to the game show channel until she finished her water. She felt as if she was ready to tackle the laundry, and took everything to the car.

Jeanie hauled in her six baskets; glad to find the laundromat empty of anyone except the attendant and a friend chatting with him. She set to work, loading up washers, and sighing at the mountains of quarters she was going to spend before this evening was over.

More than once, she saw the two young men looking her way. Their glances made her feel a little unnerved, but also flattered. She guessed that they were both just out of high school, and to have two such young men take notice of her was hard to ignore.

She also couldn't help but notice that they were attractive. The shorts and t-shirts that the pair wore showed off their muscles, and Jeanie found that she had a hard time keeping her eyes from wandering toward them. The attendant had light brown hair, and was a little taller. His friend had almost coal-dark hair, and was deliciously muscled.

Jeanie glanced down as she loaded the last washer, and let out a nearly silent sigh of relief. She could feel her nipples stiffening against her bra, and she was concerned that they might be visible through her top.

Jeanie sat down and put her nose in the book that she'd brought with her, but knew from the moment that she opened it that it was a bad idea. The racy romance novel was the last thing that was going to distract her from the surge of arousal that had come over her. The bookmark sat right at the beginning of a heated coupling between the characters in the book.

The novel went back into her purse, and Jeanie looked around for something to read instead. She noticed that the two men had vanished at about the same time that she saw a stack of magazines on the attendant's counter. Thankful that she wouldn't have to keep her eyes and hormones under control in the process, she walked up to the counter to select a magazine.

With a safe home and garden magazine in hand, Jeanie turned to walk back to her chair. She just caught the sound of voices coming from the back room, and for some reason, her body refused to obey her commands to continue back to her seat.

The voices were quiet, just above whispers, but the acoustics of the building somehow dulled the sound of the washers just enough for her to hear every word.

"Her ass looks great when she bends over."

"No joke. She's got big tits, too."

"Oh hell yeah. I'd hit that."

"Not if I got to it first. Man, I would tear that pussy up."

"Sloppy seconds, maybe."

"Fuck you."

"No — fuck her. Then you can have a turn."

Jeanie hurried away from the counter — her eyes wide, her breathing quick, and her pussy tingling. She didn't think that the pair behind the door could have hit on her fantasies any better if she'd written them a list. She took her seat, feeling more hot and bothered than she had in years, and tried to push the thoughts away.

It didn't work.

With the upsurge in her son's after-school activities, Jeanie hadn't found any time to date in over a year. It had been even longer since she'd had sex with anyone other than her vibrator or her fingers. She'd always had an elevated sex drive, and lack of opportunity since her divorce had done little to change that. She couldn't stop the images drifting into her head, and after a few minutes, she didn't even try.

"Hey, I think your washers are shutting off."

Jeanie started, and her cheeks immediately warmed. She'd been staring through the magazine, daydreaming about the attendant's cock in her mouth while his friend took her hard and fast.

"Thank you," she managed to respond, and then stood up to empty the washers. She could feel the damp spot in her panties as she walked over to the machines.

Emptying the washers did nothing to turn her thoughts away from sex, either. She could feel two sets of eyes on her every time she bent into the washer, and confirmed it when she secretly glanced toward the counter a couple of times. The thought of them admiring her body only made her hotter. She swore that she could hear them whispering about how much they'd like to fuck her every time she transported a basket of clothes to the dryers, which were out of sight of the counter.

Once Jeanie started the last dryer, she returned to her seat. She was really beginning to think that she would have to go home and masturbate, or go crazy from the sexy thoughts assaulting her.

"Uhm ... Would you say anything if I went ahead and locked up? Someone always seems to come in at the last minute and keep me here an extra hour."

Again, the attendant's voice startled her from her fantasy, and this time, he was standing right in front of her. Jeanie looked up upon hearing the voice, and her eyes homed in on the bulge in his shorts — a rather significant one.

Jeanie snapped her eyes up to his, fighting down a shiver from the tingle shooting up her spine. "That's fine. I used to work in a grocery store, and I know how annoying it is for someone to come in at the last minute."

"Cool. Thanks," he said, and then walked toward the doors.

Jeanie caught one more quick look at his bulge, and then a glimpse of his tight butt as well, when he returned to the counter. She quickly snapped her eyes back down to her magazine when she saw a knowing smile on the other young man's face. She knew that he must have seen her checking out his friend's butt.

She couldn't resist looking toward the pair a few seconds later. Neither was making much effort to hide their looks in her direction now. Both were smiling — obviously flirting — and before she realized what she was doing, Jeanie was flirting back.

At first, it was simply a returned smile. Then, she smoothed back her hair and let out a sigh, the motion causing her tightly constrained breasts to lift. Some small part of her continued to admonish her to behave herself.

They're half your age. Just because they're looking doesn't mean anything.

The pair behind the counter frequently whispered to each other, and vanished into the back room twice more while the dryers ran. All the while, Jeanie's hormones were at a roiling boil.

When the first dryer stopped, Jeanie saw the attendant's friend walk out into the room just as she reached the machine. He made a show of digging for change for the soda machine, but he certainly wasn't trying hard.

Jeanie wondered just how far she could take the flirting, and her little fantasy. A crooked grin decorated her face as she opened the dryer and bent over far more than necessary to reach inside. When she emerged with an armload of clothes, she saw the young man admiring her ass, and doing little to hide it.

Another dryer stopped. Jeanie saw a pair of her panties tumble down from the side of the stopped drum. She turned to the young man behind her and said, "Could you bring me another of my baskets?"

"Sure," he answered, and walked over toward where she'd left them.

While Jeanie finished emptying the first dryer, he stacked all of her baskets together and brought them over to her. "Thank you..." She paused, fishing for a name.

"Joe."

"Joe. I'm Jeanie."

"No problem."

Jeanie took the baskets and bent down to separate out one for the next dryer. As she rose, she let her eyes flash to the bulge in his shorts.

It was just as enticing as the one gracing his friend.

Jeanie opened the dryer and pulled out a pair of her panties to rub her fingers over them, making sure that they were dry.

"Are they wet?"

Joe's tone left little doubt as to the double meaning of his words. Even though she'd fantasized about it, and believed that she'd noticed signs of desire, the blatant innuendo and the look in his eyes still caught her off balance. "They seem dry," she replied, her voice a little distant.

"The dryers are old. They can be a bit dodgy at times. Wouldn't want you to go home with wet panties."

It's far too late for that, Jeanie thought.

"No sense doing that, when you can do something about it," Joe continued as he leaned back against the table behind him, thrusting his crotch out toward her.

"It would be a little silly," Jeanie responded, and then reached back into the dryer. She took a deep breath as she gathered up a double handful of clothing. He couldn't be any more obvious without asking, "Wanna fuck?"

The burning question now was how she was going to respond. Her body was already screaming its answer.

Joe adjusted his erection as Jeanie let the clothes tumble into the basket. The sight made her think that she was dropping the wrong panties. He smiled, and looked directly at her breasts without the slightest hint of ambiguity.

"Are you cold?"

Jeanie glanced down and saw that this time, her nipples were prominently displayed against her blouse. Her eyes returned to his, and she answered before she had an opportunity to second guess it. "Actually, I'm hot."

"The dryers?" Joe suggested, though his grin said something else entirely.

"Not really."

"You do look hot."

Jeanie took a step closer to him and said, "A woman might think you were coming on to her, the way you're talking."

"I guess you could think that."

"But then, I wouldn't really know for sure."

"And I wouldn't know whether you liked it, or whether you were about to slap me."

The banter brought out a side of Jeanie that hadn't surfaced in years, back before her marriage. "That would sort of leave us stuck between a rock and a hard place." Her eyes dropped to his bulge.

"Rock. Hard." He glanced down at the V of her legs in her tight skirt. "I see where you're coming from."

"The skirt isn't that short."

"Wishful thinking?"

"My name is Jeanie."

Joe finally stopped playing the game. "Wish I could get a good look at those tits."

The washers and a sign of rules directly behind Joe meant that nobody could possibly see inside through the windows. The door was locked, so nobody was coming in. Every remaining hint of inhibition Jeanie had left evaporated in the heat of her need. She tugged the tail of her blouse free of her skirt.

"Oh yeah," Joe said with a chuckle as she pulled off the blouse. He squeezed his cock through his shorts as she dropped it into one of her baskets.

Jeanie popped open the clasp of her bra and tugged down the shoulder straps. A shrug of her shoulders and a pull let the cloth drop to the floor, freeing her heavy breasts.

"Didn't waste that wish," Joe said as he reached out to cup the globes in his hands.

"Neither did I," Jeanie agreed, and stepped in right next to him. While she reached down for the waist of his shorts, he lifted her right nipple to his lips.

Jeanie's back arched as his lips closed around the stiff bud. Though the angle was awkward, and she couldn't see around him suckling her nipple, she managed to push his shorts down enough to pop the tip of his cock free. From there, it was easy enough to worm her fingers beneath to wrap around it.

Her fingers barely touched around his girth, and a stroke of her hand traced a shaft of more than average length as well. Jeanie whimpered, almost in disbelief that it was really happening. She had a hard, young cock in her hand, and an eager set of lips making her tingle all over.

The sound of a surprised grunt caused her to turn her head.

The attendant stood at the corner where he'd emerged from behind the counter. His eyes and mouth were both wide open in astonishment. Intent upon her breasts, Joe hadn't even noticed his friend yet. Jeanie crooked her finger to the other young man, beckoning him to her.

He hesitated for a moment, but then broke out into a lusty grin and crossed the room with quick steps. The sound of his footfalls alerted Joe, but his lips never left her nipple.

Jeanie moaned as the attendant arrived. "I'm Jeanie. What's your name?"

"Todd," he answered, and then saved her some trouble by dropping his shorts.

Jeanie licked her lips as she reached for his cock. He was only about half hard, but rising rapidly. His hand slipped beneath her skirt to find the wet spot on her panties as he hardened in her hand.

Though she'd dreamed about being with two men at once, she never really dreamed that it could actually happen. Her fantasies had certainly never included two such young, virile, well-hung men, either — let alone the laundromat setting.

Joe released her nipple to kiss her, and nearly made her swoon. His kiss was full of a hunger and passion that she didn't think was possible. He wanted her — desperately. Todd's probing fingers spoke of the same need, and fanned the flames of Jeanie's arousal as well.

When Joe broke away from the tongue-wrangling kiss, Jeanie got her first good look at both of them. Todd was a little longer, but Joe's manhood was surprisingly thick, their cocks seemingly a reflection of their bodies. Both had smooth, shaved balls, making them look all the more delicious. She squeezed both of their cocks, watching the tips swell and darken above her hand.

Jeanie felt a flash of self-consciousness as Joe pulled down her skirt. She only trimmed the curls around her pussy, and she knew that the fashion was to shave bare. Todd moved his hand to let her skirt fall to the floor, and then both men jerked down her panties.

Neither seemed to mind the view as Joe caressed her ass and Todd slipped his fingers into her wet heat.

Joe leaned in, kissed her neck, and then whispered into her ear, "I bet you really know how to suck a dick."

Jeanie gasped and squeezed their cocks a little harder. A moment later, Todd's fingers slipped from inside her as she knelt between the two of them. She admired the two gorgeous cocks up close, and then licked each in turn, looking up into the young men's eyes.

"Fuck, you're hot," Todd groaned as her tongue tickled his glans.

Jeanie's lips parted, and she took him in. The coordination was difficult, but she kept her hand stroking Joe's hard organ while her lips slid over Todd's shaft. A drop of pre-cum oozed from his tip almost immediately, filling her mouth with flavor. She took him as deep as she could, and then bobbed her head over about half of his length.

Todd growled and fisted his fingers into her blonde tresses. His hips twitched from her ministrations, and Jeanie almost gagged when his tip pushed against the back of her tongue. She released him for a moment to catch her breath, trailing tendrils of saliva from her lips to his mushroom tip. She wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft to keep him at bay when she engulfed him in her mouth again.

After a few hard sucks, Jeanie let her lips slide back to the head, looking up into his eyes. His tip popped free of her lips, and she smiled before turning to Joe.