==Part 6: Michelle Meets the Landscapers==
The rest of that Sunday was fairly uneventful. I spent most of the morning relaxing around the house. I tanned in the backyard near the pool for awhile, while my Dad mowed the lawn. Several times I caught him glancing at me in my sexy little bikini, before quickly averting his eyes. I smiled to myself, watching him struggle with his feelings about his scantily clad teenage daughter. I briefly considered going topless again, but decided that would be pushing things a little too far; as much fun as I was having teasing him, I didn't want to be too obvious about it. After awhile, I figured I should get out of the house for a bit, before I gave into temptation and started showing off again.
"Daddy?" I called, standing up from my towel. "Can I borrow the car to go to the mall?" He looked at me, pulling his eyes away from by barely-covered breasts (my nipples had hardened, and their outline was quite visible through my top).
"Um, sure, honey. Go, have fun!" he said quickly, and turned back to his mowing.
I yelled, "Thanks!" as I ran into the house. I took a quick shower, and got dressed in a tight t-shirt and shorts. Rather conservative, considering my behavior for the past week, but I wasn't sure I wanted to be showing off too much at the crowded mall.
I spent the afternoon wandering around the stores, wishing Michelle could have joined me (but she was working at the restaurant again). I decided to buy a bunch of new running clothes. I bought more sexy sports bras, like the pink one I originally flashed the landscapers in. Rather than a single amorphous shelf for holding my big breasts, they had individual cups, more like a standard bra. The material on these ones was a bit thinner, and would probably show my nipples pretty nicely if they hardened. The bras were still less showy than bikini tops, but would definitely get me some looks as I ran. I got five of them, each in different color. I was particularly interested in the white one, which seemed likely to become see-through when I sweated in it.
As I walked up to the register, I noticed some of the spandex shorts that Michelle always wore when she worked out. I had never particularly liked them in the past; they always seemed too showy for me. But now the thought of showing off my firm ass, and maybe even some camel toe, was turning me on. So I bought five pairs of those, too. Leaving the store, I smiled to myself, thinking that the landscapers were in for a treat tomorrow.
Nothing particularly sexy happened that night. I watched TV with my brother for a while, although he was being a little standoffish, probably embarrassed at his behavior the night before. Michelle called me when she was done with her work shift, and we chatted for awhile. Our conversation was, for the most part, not sex-based at all, which was sort of nice. I had become a bit obsessed with thinking about sex over the last week, so it was nice to have a normal conversation about clothes and college and movies. Before hanging up, I asked her, "So, are you coming running again with me tomorrow?"
"Absolutely!" she said. "After working in the damn restaurant all day, it will be nice to be outside! Plus, you need to introduce me to your new admirers!"
I laughed. "Oh, don't worry, I think they'll get a kick out of you. I'll see you tomorrow afternoon!"
After getting off the phone, I decided to go to bed. I stripped naked, and glanced at my window. My shades were still open, and I wondered again if Mr. DeMaldo might be watching me. I didn't put on a real show for him that night, but I did walk past the window a bunch of times, my sexy breasts bouncing with each step. So hopefully he still enjoyed the view, if he was there at all. After that, I went to bed.
By the time I woke up the next morning, the house was already empty. Mom and Dad were at work, and Jason was next door helping Mr. DeMaldo. I walked around naked for a little while, before putting on a new green sports bra and gray running shorts. Checking myself out in the mirror, I liked what I saw. Like Michelle, I went commando under the shorts, so they sat on my like a second skin. Both ass cheeks were hugged smoothly, and my pussy lips were slightly visible. On top, the bra allowed for a little bit of jiggling, but not so much as to be uncomfortable. Overall, I looked pretty damn sexy.
Shortly after I finished getting ready, the doorbell rang. I answered it, and saw Michelle standing there. She was wearing a white sundress and cute sandals, and was carrying her gym bag.
"Hey!" I said, stepping aside to let her in.
"Hey sexy thang!" she joked, looking my body up and down. "You look hot! Although I'm kind of surprised to see you wearing clothes at all!" she continued with a wink. "You have the house to yourself, right? I saw Jason next store in the yard, carrying out bags of trash."
I stuck my tongue out at her. "Yep, just me. You missed the nudie show by a few minutes."
"Oh well, I'm sure I'll catch the rerun later." she replied, winking again. "Anyway, time to get ready to run." With that, she pulled her dress up and over her head. Underneath, she was totally naked, revealing her sexy medium-sized breasts, hard brown nipples, and smooth, shaved pussy.
I grinned and shook my head, as my best friend stood naked in my front hall. "You seem to have forgotten your underwear today, sweetie." I joked.
"Nope," she said. "Just figured, 'why bother?' I mean, I'm just going to change anyway." She was pulling on her own black spandex shorts, followed by a gray sports bra. "Okay, you ready to go?"
"Yep," I replied. We went outside, and started to jog down the street. We passed Mr. DeMaldo's place, and saw he and Jason dragging more garbage out to the curb. We both waved, as the two men stared slack-jawed at the sexy, barely dressed eighteen-year olds running past.
Michelle giggled. "Did you see that? I think they like us!"
