==Part 4: A Day By the Pool==
I stopped running pretty quickly, as passers by were giving my bouncing breasts too many looks. I walked the last block home, and as I neared my house I saw that Mr. DeMaldo was in his garden again. He saw me too, and started to wave, although his arm stopped in mid-air as he saw my outfit. I grinned, and waved back, my tits shaking obscenely with the motion of my arm. I didn't stop to chat, and walked up to my front door. Jason took a look at me when I entered, and said, "Okay, so what happened this time? Cuz it doesn't look like you 'fell' today." I looked down at my obviously braless breasts, and the smudges of dirt from the garage floor on my arms and legs. I gave him a smile, but didn't answer his question. Instead, I pulled the tank top over my head, exposing my sexy breasts to my brother again.
"Consider this payment so you don't tell mom or dad about any of this." I said, and walked up the stairs topless without another word, leaving him standing open mouthed behind me. When I got to my bedroom, I closed the door and stripped the rest of the way naked. My body was exhausted from being touched and fucked all day, so I flopped onto my bed. Laying on my back, I caressed my pussy lightly, running through the day's events in my mind. I was still a bit horny, but too wiped out to use the vibrator. I must have fallen asleep lying there naked.
I awoke to the sound of soft knocks on my bedroom door, and a soft voice saying, "Mandy? You awake?" I figured that Jason was trying to sneak in for a peep at my naked body. Deciding to let the little perv have his fun, I pretended to still be asleep. But I was wrong, and it wasn't Jason. The door opened slowly, and I heard my father's voice saying "Come on Amanda, time to get up, dinners read---" He cut off as he saw that I was naked. For a brief second, my body was totally exposed to him. He could see his daughter's C-or-D-cup breasts, white against the rest of my tan skin, topped with sexy pink nipples. My pussy was still wet and swollen from my fuck with Brian, and I'm sure my dad saw my shaved lips and the tuft of red hair in my landing strip. I sat up quickly, throwing my arms across my breasts. He turned his head away as fast as possible, and said, "Oh God, I'm sorry honey! I was just trying to tell you it's dinner time...come on downstairs when you're ready." He closed the door, and walked away.
Embarrassed, I threw on some sweatpants, a bra, and an old t-shirt. I ran downstairs, and sat down to a very awkward dinner. My dad's eyes kept glancing at me, and then quickly moving away. I think he couldn't get the image of my young, naked body out of his mind. It was definitely weird, but it kinda turned me on too. And my brother kept giving me longing looks too. I'm sure Jason was confused about my behavior lately; things had escalated from me getting angry at him for "accidentally" seeing me naked on Monday, to me openly flashing him on Friday. "God, what the Hell is happening to me?" I wondered with a little smile. I fought off the feelings of guilt at being a little slut with the phrase that was becoming something of a mantra to me: "As long as its fun, and no one gets hurt, what's the harm?"
During dinner, my mom informed me and Jason that she and Dad would be visiting her sister tomorrow, and they probably wouldn't be back until late that night. They asked if we wanted to join them. Jason immediately declined, saying that he would be working with Mr. DeMaldo all day. I also said no, because I wanted to see my friends at some point this weekend. Michelle was working that night, but she'd be coming by the next morning. I was excited to talk to her face-to-face finally. She'd been so busy all week with work and her summer track team that we'd barely even texted. I had decided that, while we were tanning by the pool tomorrow, I'd tell her everything I'd done all week. Flashing the landscapers, letting them grope me, masturbating with them, fucking Brian, everything. I was a little worried she'd think I was some sort of whore, but I was pretty sure she'd be a mix of shocked, proud, and jealous. Either way, I needed to get all of these crazy new horny feelings off of my chest, and isn't that sort of thing exactly what best friends are for?
Later that night, I went to my room to get ready for bed (and maybe put my vibrator through a workout...I had recovered a bit after my romp with Brian, and thinking about it was getting me wet again). As I closed the door on the dark room, I noticed that light was on in one of Mr. DeMaldo's upstairs rooms, the one nearest to my own window. I'd only been into his house a couple of times, but I was pretty sure that room was his son's. Mr. DeMaldo and his wife were divorced. They had a son a year older than me, but he lived with his mother and commuted to college from there. He rarely stayed the night at his father's anymore, so it was strange for that light to be on. In fact, I was sure he wasn't home; his pickup truck wasn't in the driveway last time I checked. I shrugged, and figured that Mr. DeMaldo must be doing something up there. Maybe he was renovating it, like his basement. I walked to the window, and I could see Mr. DeMaldo sitting on a chair, reading a book. "Strange place to read, but whatever, I guess that answers that." I thought.
But as I turned on my bedroom light, I saw the light in the window go out. Suddenly it occurred to me that maybe Mr. DeMaldo was waiting for my light to turn on, signaling I would be getting ready for bed. As soon as he saw my room light up, he darkened his own, so he could see me, but I couldn't see him. I shook my head at the thought. It was crazy, and a little paranoid...just my horny mind wanting someone else to show off too. Still, the thought of him watching me was turning me on again. I considered closing the blinds, but decided not to. The rational part of my mind said I left them open because there was no way my old history teacher would be watching me change, but the horny part of my mind (which had been speaking up more and more recently...) hoped that he was there, waiting for me to get undressed. I stepped within clear view of the window, and pulled my t-shirt over my head. I stood in my bra and sweatpants for a minute, and turned my back to the window. Reaching behind my back, I unhooked the bra, and let it fall to the floor. I stood, letting my possible peeper see my naked back, before slowly turning towards the window. My teenage breasts were now reflected in the glass on my side, but would be clearly visible to anyone watching from the opposite house. Next, I dropped my sweatpants, and stood in my full naked glory in front of my window. I couldn't decide which thought was weirder: that I might be stripping for my history teacher, or that I might be stripping for an empty room, but was desperately hoping my history teacher was there. Pretending to use the window as a mirror, I reached up and cupped my breasts, as if admiring their reflection. Slowly, I let my hand slide down, running down my stomach and through my landing strip.
I stopped just short of my pussy, and decided that if I had an audience, he had seen enough. Without closing the window, I walked over to my bed, out of Mr. DeMaldo's potential view. I pulled out my vibrator, and plunged it into me. My pussy was very wet, and accepted it willingly. After such a long, horny day, it didn't take long to reach an orgasm. I stifled my cries, and lay naked for a minute. After putting away the vibrator, I stepped back in front of the window. If he was still watching (if he ever had been), he got another good look as I threw on a nightgown, raising my hands above my head and stretching my body out as I did so. Afterwards, I turned out the light. I waited near my window, watching to see what would happen. The neighboring light didn't turn back on, but a small sliver of light appeared in the room. I realized that a door had opened briefly, letting in light from the hallway. And I knew that Mr. DeMaldo must have been watching me naked. The thought made me horny again, and I smiled before going to sleep.
I awoke the next morning to my door opening. "Mandy? Honey? You awake?" my dad asked, walking into the room. I sat up and looked at him, before remembering that I was just wearing a fairly skimpy nightgown. I had slept on top of the sheets due to the heat, so he had a pretty nice look at my barely-clad body. The nightgown had twisted a bit, and the right shoulder strap had fallen down my arm, exposing the upper portion of my breast (although my nipple was still hidden). The bottom hem had slipped up pretty high, and was only about an inch or two from exposing my pussy. Embarrassed, I started to reach for the blanket to cover myself, but stopped. I felt a bit dirty showing off to my dad, but lately I just couldn't stop myself.
I sat up further, and said "Yeah, I'm awake Dad." As I did so, the strap fell further down my arm, allowing the front of the nightgown to slide, exposing more of my breast. The material caught on my nipple, preventing it from falling any further, but the upper portion of my areola was visible through the lacy edge. "What's up?" I asked, as my father stared at my nearly exposed tit.
"Your mother and I are heading to your aunt's now," he said, tearing his eyes from my breast and looking into my face. "Are you sure you don't want to come? Last chance."
"I'm sure. Michelle's coming over later, and we're gonna hang out by the pool." I replied with a yawn. Unintentionally, the deep breath for my yawn dislodged the falling nightgown. The material slip over my nipple, and ended up under my breast. My entire right tit was now exposed to my father, my soft pink nipple slowly stiffening with arousal.
"Well, um, okay then," my dad stuttered. "Um, honey, your nightgown..." He pointed at my breast. I looked down and pretended to be shocked. "Oh God, sorry Dad!" I said, pulling the material back up over my breast. In doing so , I felt the entire nightgown shift and the bottom hem rise. A quick glance revealed that the very bottom of my shaved pussy lips was now exposed. Having just woken up, I hadn't had much time to get horny, so my lips were still mostly dry and closed. Still, if Dad didn't get out of there soon, he'd see his teenage daughter's pussy getting aroused.
"Okay, honey," he said awkwardly. It was clear he'd seen my exposed crotch, but decided to make a quick escape instead of mentioning it. "Remember, no boys over while we're gone."
