The late-morning sunlight beaming into my kitchen greeted us as we finally made our way the last few yards into my apartment.
Lisa walked over to the lone south-facing kitchen window and leaned over onto the sill. She immediately raised the outside screen and, to my surprise, stuck her head and shoulders completely out the open window.
She was most definitely
not
the retiring wallflower I had convinced myself that she was.
I'd almost tried to stop her, but shock kept me rooted in place. Then I came to the realization that she must have done as much before. I had no idea if she'd done it while
naked
, but I'm sure she probably had a general idea of what she was doing.
She purred a quiet "Mmmmmm..." as she basked in the warm sunlight. Even though I couldn't really see out the window, I was enjoying the view, myself.
The window looked down into their back yard. I say 'back yard,' but the house was built near the back-left corner of the lot. All of the yard space of the lot was to the right of the house, looking at it from its front, and on the short, steeply sloped front yard which dropped about five feet to sidewalk level.
The row of slender, mid-sized trees, which ran along its borders and in a line extending across the front part of the yard from the front corner of the house to the property line, provided a small oasis of privacy from this vantage point. While the privacy it granted was real, it was of strictly limited utility.
This same level of privacy
wasn't
actually available from yard-level, since
trees
lined its perimeter, not
bushes
. From the ground, the neighbors to that side could see pretty much the entirety of the yard.
The attic kitchen window couldn't really be seen from anywhere other than a small stretch of the alleyway which ran behind the property. I think the alley was private property, but I had no idea which bordering lots it actually attached to.
The other house, not-quite directly across the street, was shifted about four or five yards too far down the street to have any direct view of anything hanging out my kitchen window. The nearest house with anything approaching a direct line-of-sight was too far to see anything without a decent pair of binoculars.
Lisa knew how few angles she could be seen from and so she leaned the upper part of her body outside. I could see her shoulders draw together, thrusting her boobs out to the world. If someone wanted to use binoculars to spy on her, Lisa seemed to welcome them to the view.
I couldn't quite stifle a laugh, watching her.
Lisa began giggling as she enjoyed her show.
Stepping up close behind her, I reached out to lay my hand, fingers outstretched, on her back, just below her shoulder blades. Her skin was hot from the sunshine.
"Are you enjoying your little Peep Show?" I asked her in my most innocent tone, trying not to reveal my
total
surprise at what she was now doing.
She giggled some more, then, without turning toward me, said "Yes, I am! I'm pretty sure you are, too."
"Yes," I snorted. "Yes, I am. Your show would probably be better without the hat. Just you be careful and not lose it, though. You'd have to go out after it on your own and I won't agree to a clothing pass while you do it, either."
"
Meanie!
" Lisa said with a laugh.
After a few moments, she went on. "I haven't done this in ages. I used to do pretty much the same thing all the time before we started renting the place out. Well... maybe not
all
the time."
I leaned forward to kiss her back along the line marking shadow and sun as it cut across her back. My lips and tongue enjoying the feel of her vertebrae.
"No one's gonna see me," she went on, "and it feels so nice on sunny days like today. It gives me a bit of a thrill and makes me feel kind of naughty. It was my idea of a high school rebel-girl kind of thing to do.
"Honesty compels me to admit that I didn't have as much in the boobage-department back when I last did this."
"Little boobs are kind of fun," I felt the need to chime in. "Not that I've ever really had a chance to play with any A-cups, but I think they are cute."
She pulled her head back inside to turn to me.
"I never had any idea that you were such an exhibitionist!" I said to her.
"It's not
really
exhibitionism," she said, "I'm not showing myself off to anyone, other than you. I'm sunning myself in an odd way, is all.
"I used to come up here during the summer and bring a towel to lie naked on the floor in the sunlight, with the window open, readjusting my position to follow the spot like a cat."
I raised an eyebrow at that.
"I've missed doing that since we started renting the place out," she said. "It's also why I found it funny when you cracked that 'sun don't shine' joke yesterday - I'd already had the sun shine there
plenty
of times!"
I smiled at her, "Well, feel free to come up and sun yourself the same way. Any time. If you give me a little heads up, I'll even move the table aside to give you more room to... uhh...
bask
."
Lisa smiled up at me. "Sometimes I wish the line of hedges along the property line was thick enough at yard-level to give
real
privacy to the yard, so I could lay out there and get an all-over tan. I always have to work at any kind of tan and it sucks having tan lines after all the effort I've put in, some years.
"I've noticed your tan lines, Kiddo. But, I'm not so sure your folks would actually approve of naked tanning, though," I said with a laugh as I slowly ran my fingertips along the tan lines on her back. "And sooner or later, they'd be bound to catch you in the act."
"I suppose mom might not mind all that much, after all," Lisa said, "assuming the yard was acceptably private. Dad might not mind too much, either, but it would be more likely to turn awkward with him knowing.
"If my
brothers
knew, they'd just watch. They're pervs."
"It's probably expecting too much for them
not
to peek at a pretty, naked girl in their yard, though, even if it
is
their sister," I said. "I've tried to do as much with my own sister, on occasion."
"She tanned nude?" Lisa asked me.
"No," I replied. "I was never
that
lucky, although she actually is a bit of a sun worshipper. She's a year older than me. She'd always he out in the yard, baking away. I can never sit still in the sun... baking, baking, baking away. Walking, running, biking in the sun? Sure, no problem. Lie still on a towel or recliner and just... cook? To me, that's torture.
"I always tried to peep at her from my own bedroom when she'd come in from her waitressing job to change before going out for the night. She'd turn her bedroom light on and many times I'd already be my own room, with the light off, so it should be next to impossible for her to see me pop my head over the bureau beside my bed.
"She never called me out on it, never said anything, but I always had the sneaking suspicion that she knew. She hardly ever closed her door because 'everyone was asleep.' But, despite numerous attempts to watch her changing, I never managed to get very many peeks at any of her fun-bits. It was awfully frustrating when she'd whip off her bra or panties and immediately step aside to stand in front of her closet, which was around the corner, out of direct sight from the doorway.
"She worked on her own tan each summer and when she'd occasionally give me a peek at her boobs or ass, it was amazing how much contrast she could build up between her tanned and untanned bits."
