The summer had been both unusually long and fabulously warm, even scorching hot for a week at a time on more than one occasion, which for me was wonderful because I love to soak up the sunshine and do my best to stay reasonably well tanned, and as our garden is private and not overlooked by anyone, I'm completely comfortable sunbathing naked.
Doing so means there have been some very awkward moments when Sally, my partner, has been out and I'm sprawled out naked on a sun lounger when a delivery driver turns up! We have a 6ft wall with a tall, wooden gate, so they can't see in, but someone still has to go to the gate to take the parcel!
Our neighbours across the road, Janice and Tom, were lovely. We'd gotten along really well with them for years, spending many great evenings together eating, drinking, and laughing into the early hours.
They were a great-looking couple, too, both in their early forties, and I'd always had a bit of a crush on Jan as she was smart and funny, she looked after herself, and we had a natural, easy connection. Sally was well aware of this crush and would sometimes joke with me about when we would run away together. All just healthy banter. I think.
However, what she didn't know, or at least didn't make obvious, was my near obsession with their daughter, Holly. It sounds awful and so cliché, as Holly was only 22, less than half my age, but she had a wonderful, happy-go-lucky, comfortable demeanour and was absolutely stunning too, with a slim, beautifully proportioned figure and deep, dark eyes you could lose yourself in. As Holly blossomed into a beautiful twenty-something, she made it very difficult for me not to find her both physically and sexually attractive. I'd watched her go from a pretty, confident teenager into a beautiful, intelligent, sexy and self-assured woman who liked to be flirty. I loved being around her, and she obviously enjoyed my company too.
Despite the age difference, there was chemistry between us. We got on incredibly well, had a similar sense of humour and could talk honestly and quite intellectually for hours about most things, including running. I was a rank amateur runner compared to her, of course, but Holly was accomplished and frequently ran 25-30 miles a couple of times a week, giving her that ubiquitous fitness stature, posture and enviable physical tone.
Holly and I would sometimes go for a run together, and although she would humour me and make it easy for me, I enjoyed letting her run slightly ahead of me so I could watch and fantasise about her lycra-clad, peachy arse. Sometimes we'd stop halfway around to enjoy the view across the downs, and as she'd lie back on the grass, I couldn't help marvelling at how her tight lycra shorts hugged every curve of her crotch and the soft folds of her pussy. I don't know if she was blissfully unaware, not in the least bit bothered or doing it purposefully for my benefit. It was difficult trying to hide the bulge in my own lycra shorts, but she never said anything, so I assumed she never noticed.
Jan and Tom had keys to our house, and vice versa, so that when we were each away, we could look after each other's houses and water the garden, etc. Holly had come to our house for the past few years to do that for us.
This particular summer, Sally and I were away in Portugal, staying at her friend Nicola's house, and the plan was that I'd come home after a few days, leaving Sally out there for the rest of the 'girl group' to join them for another week. And, as was the norm, Holly would come over once or twice to water the garden while we were away.
The UK weather had been so incredible for months that I was already sporting a pretty good all-over tan even before spending time in Portugal, so I was looking forward to some time on my own for a few days and being able to sunbathe naked in the garden again. I don't know what it is, but as well as feeling incredibly relaxed and zoned out, lying naked in the sun always makes me feel really horny. Perhaps it's because it's so rare to feel the sun on the bits the sun is never usually allowed to reach. As I feel the sun heating up my body and my cock and balls, it always makes me want to masturbate. It's probably just as well that naked sunbathing in public isn't considered acceptable behaviour!
I arrived home at midday Tuesday, sorted out my stuff, stripped off, put the washing machine on, showered and was ready to get out in the sun again within an hour of being home. I was pretty tired after the travelling and thought I'd fall asleep in the sun - never a good idea, I know - but to my surprise, I was already feeling horny just walking around the house with an almost permanent erection.
Outside it was hot, sunny and peaceful. I had my chilled Spotify library playing at a reasonable volume through the speakers outside, and as I sat back on the sun lounger and flipped the lid on my second cold beer, my imagination began to run wild with thoughts of women I fancied and what I'd like to do with them.
After about twenty minutes, it was clear that my erection was going nowhere, so I got up and went inside to get the bottle of baby oil. Back on the sun lounger, I laid back, opened my legs and dribbled oil down my perma-stiff shaft, smearing the oil all over my balls and into my crotch, pulling my foreskin all the way back and making sure my entire cock was fully and liberally oiled. It felt amazing in the hot sun, and as I was always fully shaved, the oil felt incredible against my tackle's soft, smooth, sensitive skin.
I wiped the oil from one hand, picked up my mobile and began flicking through some predictable porn whilst gently stroking and wanking my hard, slippery cock and gently massaging my balls. It was sheer bliss, and I didn't think it would be very long before I made myself come.
At this point, and unbeknown to me, Holly had already come over to water the garden, but she had absolutely no idea I was already home. I'd got a taxi from Gatwick so that I could leave the car at the airport for Sally to pick up when she came back, so there was no car on the drive.
Holly walked in through the house to go into the garden but stopped at the open patio doors as she saw I was in the garden. As the sun lounger was part side-on to the house, feet facing away, she could easily see that I was naked, legs wide apart and masturbating with my cock in full, glorious view.
Of course, with my attention on the porn and the music playing fairly loudly, I was oblivious to her presence while she stood there watching me masturbate.
Suddenly I had this sense of a presence as though someone was behind me, but I really wasn't sure, so I just carried on. Then I felt it again, only this time it was coupled with mild fear. In a split second, I was rapidly thinking through multiple 'what-if' scenarios, such as what if Sally had come back early, and what if, worse still, was with her friend Nicola! But that'd be ridiculous, I reasoned, as she'd have called ahead, and it was way too soon to have got a flight anyway. But if it was just Sally standing there, it'd still be pretty embarrassing, yet sort of ok at the same time. I mean, why shouldn't I be sunbathing and masturbating in my own private garden?
I was still hard, but I put my phone down, determined not to look around just yet, and still wondering what the fuck might be about to happen. Perhaps it was just my imagination playing tricks. Perhaps it was just Sally, or maybe it was her and all of her friends! All this running through my head happened in about three seconds, and when I sat up and looked round towards the house, Holly was standing there smiling with one hand down the front of her shorts, very obviously playing with her pussy.
I nearly jumped out of my skin as I was properly shocked and acutely embarrassed too. "Jesus fucking christ, you scared the shit out of me," I said slightly angrily and immediately tried to cover up. But I had nothing - no clothes, no towel, not even a bloody cushion, so it was pointless trying. In any case, she knew exactly what I was doing as she'd been standing there watching me for God knows how long.
For a second, I just wanted the ground to swallow me up, I was so embarrassed, but then out of nowhere, I suddenly had a surge of what-the-fuck confidence. I don't know where it came from, but I embraced it and accepted that Holly had been standing there watching me and apparently enjoying the show, so I just sat back on the lounger, legs wide apart with my tackle fully exposed and continued to slowly stroke my still hard, glistening cock. I even picked up the baby oil and, just for show, drizzled oil from a height over my hand as it slid up and down my shaft.
Holly said nothing at all. She just stood there watching me, presumably with her hand still inside her shorts. I looked round at her again and said, "Why don't you sunbathe with me? There are two sun loungers here, and I have suntan lotion or baby oil, whichever you prefer."
She walked over and sat facing me on the other sun lounger. I was still hard, I mean really hard as there's something highly erotic about being allowed to do something that's usually considered taboo, so I felt proud and bizarrely overconfident. I said, "Obviously, you don't want to get white lines with all those clothes on, do you?"
Holly smiled and undid her bikini top, unashamedly showing me her beautiful, natural breasts and nipples. She then stood up and slid her skimpy cotton shorts down to the floor, stepping one foot out and playfully kicking them away with the other. And as they flew through the air and landed on the bamboo, just hanging there, it made us both laugh.
