Leaning back against the bleacher behind her, she let her knees part a bit. Now and then one of the boys would glance up at her, nudge a friend, and both would look. She knew they could see at least part way under her skirt, between her thighs. That made her cunt itch stronger with need. She didn't mind the boys peeking between her thighs; she loved it. If only she had the nerve to throw her legs wide apart, expose her cunt to them. But she didn't have that much nerve, exciting as it would have been.

She watched one boy more than the others.

He was two years older than her son, a bit taller, more muscular. But she wasn't interested in his muscles. Only one of those muscles interested her, and it wasn't really a muscle at all. It just happened to be an appendage dangling between his legs that became excitingly hard now and then. It was an appendage she loved, desired, hungered for.

The boy she watched glanced upwards at her frequently, flashing her a smile. Her gaze was fixed meaningfully on the front of his shorts more than the others, too.

After a few more minutes; the team took a break and the boy climbed the bleachers to where she was. He sat down next to her, breathing hard from the vigorous exercise, his flesh shining with sweat. A towel was draped over his shoulders. She rested her hand on his bare knee, feeling the moist skin.

"You're giving the guys quite a show." He grinned at her. "Do you know we can almost see all the way under your dress?"

"That's for you, darling," she replied huskily; "I see it's working, too." Her gaze moved to the front of his shorts, seeing the way his cock bulged. "No jock strap?"

"Who needs it?" he replied.