Cathy's Summer, Pt. 1
Author's note: I find, when writing a story, the characters wander off the main category and get into all kinds of other mischief.
Although Exhibitionism is a constant thread, Cathy has quite a number of new experiences.
Just so you know...
The summer after my freshman year of college things got a little wild. This was surprising because it looked like it was going to be a long, sensible, boring summer. I was living at home with my parents. They were happy to have me there. I think they were bouncing back from the empty nest experience while I was away at school. I had done well at school and they were proud of me but I could tell they liked having their baby around.
My mom and dad both worked. School was expensive but in truth, I think they both liked working. They each had jobs that were challenging but rewarding and retirement was a ways off yet. I worked too. I had had a job in a nearby card store while I was in high school and they took me back for the summer. But it was only part time in the afternoons.
I hung out with friends evenings and weekends but weekdays, everybody was busy. I was happy to help out around the house. After my folks went off to work, I'd clean up the kitchen, do a load of laundry and things like that. By mid-morning things were pretty quiet. I didn't have a car so I couldn't go anywhere. Aside from that I was free to do what I wanted till it was time for work at 1:00.
Although we weren't near the beach, as a Southern Californian, I had always been a sun worshipper. I didn't want to burn my skin to a crisp but I always liked a good tan and I felt my skin pigment was sturdy enough to keep me from getting overdone. We had the typical backyard pool and so I did what people do: put on my bikini and laid out on the lounge chair.
I should mention that I am 5'-6"and reasonably attractive. I'm not fat by any means but my ribs aren't showing either. My hair is brown with lighter streaks and fairly short- just above my shoulders. My boobs aren't huge but they're a nice shape, if I do say so myself. My bras are B-cup and without a bra, they have a nice jiggle when I walk. I have no need of a plastic surgeon. My legs are a little chunky but that comes from hiking and stuff like that. I can wear shoes with heels and they show rather well.
I dated a few boys at college but none are from around here. No old flames from high school either. I occasionally go out with my girlfriends as a group to the beach or to parties and such. There are boys there and, well, you never know.
So meanwhile, I'm working on my tan. And this is where things get a little funny! Like a lot of girls, I have a particularly small bikini just for private sunning. Nobody is going to see it and it maximizes the sun exposure. Mine is white. As everyone knows, when lying face down, you undo the strap on the bra to keep from getting tan lines. Naturally I did this. But when it was time to turn over, I looked around and thought "who's to see me?" Our house was empty. I knew the neighbors were at work. The only windows that could see over the backyard wall or through the trees had closed blinds or curtains in them. So I flipped over and set the bra aside on the lounge feeling slightly nervous. I looked around again and there was no one. It was quiet except for birds and I relaxed and closed my eyes. Then I realized that I'd better get some protection on my stark white boobies! The last thing I needed was a painful burn.
I got up to go get some sunblock and went to put my top on. Then I thought, "what for?" Nobody is here. So I strolled across the back yard topless and somehow, it felt good! I went over to the patio table and got some sunblock. I stood there and squirted some on my hands and then applied it to my bare tits. Well that felt kind of good too and I lost myself for a minute massaging my nipples. Then I looked around again making sure I was alone. I was. So I strolled around the back yard a little and fondled my breasts freely. Finally I laid back down and let the sun warm my boobs and maybe tan them up a little. By now, I felt pretty comfortable doing this. Topless! Imagine!
Well it went like that for a few days. I always kept my top nearby just in case. One day, the doorbell rang and I panicked a little trying to get my top back on while getting to the front door. As it turned out, no one was there. The UPS truck was driving away and a package for my mom was on the doorstep. Whew! Even with the top on, I wasn't dressed to receive company! I kept an oversize tee shirt handy from then on.
I was getting quite used to wandering around the house and yard topless. My tits were getting tan. My nipples were getting darker too. I was an Amazon! I was careful to always use sunblock. I made sure to massage it in thoroughly. It seems my nipples were erect most of the time! Laying out in the sun had always made me a little horny and most days I went in and masturbated. I'd either lie on my bed or do it in the shower. I would imagine some cute guy watching me sunbathing and getting aroused. That made me aroused! I was surprised at this new feeling. I had never thought I had any exhibitionist tendencies. Even if I did occasionally enjoy wearing a particularly short skirt or a low-cut top, I was always concerned about attracting the "wrong type". Still, I guess I did get a little thrill out of showing it.
After a week or so of going topless, I saw myself in the mirror after my shower and saw the contrast of my white bottom compared to the rest of my skin. It made me wonder. I thought about it all that afternoon at work and decided that the next day, I would "sun my buns".
I was very cautious and checked all the viewpoints. Nobody. My bikini bottom has side ties. I untied them, and held the ties together while I laid down on my front. Then I flipped the bottom down between my legs and voila! I was tanning my butt! I immediately thought again about sunblock but this time I had brought it over to the lounge with me. Rubbing it on while lying on my front was awkward. I found that if I rolled to one side and did one cheek and then rolled the other way to do the other it worked good.
I used this practice for a few days. I didn't want to just get up and walk around naked. Yet. But I did think about it. And then I thought about it some more and a little more. Finally, after sunning front back and sides, I thought what difference does it make? I got up and wandered around in the nude. It felt pretty good! A little scary but exciting too. I could feel it in my pussy but I didn't want to touch it. I was afraid I couldn't stop if I got started. I finally had to go inside and take a shower. Then I could touch it all I wanted. And I did!
While I enjoyed this private time, I couldn't talk about it with anyone. I would be at work and wonder what people would think if they knew what a nudist I was. I was afraid of what my girlfriends would say if they knew. So I just kept it to myself. Until one day...
By now I had a pretty good all-over tan. I had trimmed my pubic hair pretty short. Not shaved -- I tried that once and didn't like the stubble. But I had become so obsessed with an all-over tan that I was lying on my back with my thighs turned out, you know, with the bottoms of my feet together, sunning my pussy. I had some special oil for the delicate parts and I sure enjoyed applying it! It was delicious just lying there warm all over, casually and in no hurry, rubbing and massaging myself, here and there. The only thing I was wearing was sunglasses, although I had my eyes closed.
I knew that next door lived a boy a year or two younger than me. I think he was a senior in high school. I imagined him standing in the upstairs window watching me. It made me shiver a little with excitement. I panicked for an instant and opened my eyes to check the window -- what if he really was there watching? Nope, blinds closed . Then I thought, "well, so what if he was?" Would I stand up and run inside? It wouldn't matter much since he'd already had an eyeful. What if I just kept on and pretended that I hadn't noticed him? I bet we'd both enjoy that!
But then what? Would he tell someone? His parents? No. My parents? No. His buddies? Maybe but I thought he might like to keep a secret like this to himself. Well, such is the way fantasies unfold. By now I was pretty revved up. I got up and strolled inside and headed upstairs to finish off with a bang.
As much as I was enjoying all this "exposure", I really didn't want to create a scene. I tried to keep aware of what was going on in the neighborhood. I had a pretty good Idea that everyone was off working or whatever. The boy next door, Ronnie, had an old Mustang that he parked on the street or in the driveway. It was never around in the mornings at first. Then I noticed it was there sometimes. So when I was sunbathing, I kept an eye on that upstairs window. The blinds were always closed.
Then, one morning while I was lying on my back wearing only my sunglasses and earbuds, I glanced at that window and: "Wait! Are those blinds cracked open a little?" I said to myself. My heart started racing but I didn't panic. After all, I couldn't tell if anyone even knew I was here. I studied that window as carefully as I could looking sidelong from behind my sunglasses. There was faint backlight and I swear I could see a head and shoulders profiled behind the blinds! Well, what now? Just like in my fantasy, whoever it was had already had an eyeful. I got up casually and strolled into the house. I looked out the front windows and sure enough, Ronnie's Mustang was there at the curb next door. It must be him!
Although I was excited I wasn't sure I could go through with the rest of the fantasy and put on a real show. I thought, "what's the harm in just going back out and lying out like before?" If it gives Ronnie a thrill, I'm none the worse off for it. So I went.
I still didn't look directly at the window but resumed my place on my back on the lounge. Peeking from behind my glasses, I could see the blinds were still cracked a bit but I couldn't detect a person's profile. Just then, while I was looking, I definitely saw someone resume their position behind the blinds. By now, I was sure it was Ronnie. I began to think, "What do I know about him?" He was not a bad looking guy. Unruly brown hair, longish but not down on his shoulders. Fairly athletic build. I think he played volleyball. Girlfriend? I don't know. We knew each other to say "Hi" to but being in different grades we had different friends. Thinking about it now, I think Mom said he had graduated and was going to go to the community college here in town.
So what does a young college guy do while watching the chick next door lying naked in her backyard? I hoped he was getting aroused and maybe a little bulging in his pants! For all I knew, he wasn't wearing any pants and had a full blown erection. Thinking to contribute to his delinquency, I casually dragged my fingertips over my left nipple. It stood up immediately although I doubted Ronnie could tell. But it felt good to me. I did the same to my right one. Then I started massaging both breasts, one in each hand. I squeezed them and tugged at the nipples a little and it was feeling pretty good. I let one hand fall to my hip and then held still. I had a decision to make: do I get started down there? There would likely be no turning back. I glanced back up at the window. I think the blinds were open just a little bit more! And there was definitely a person behind them. Again I imagined Ronnie getting pretty agitated and that made me excited. Oh, what the hell, I thought...
I let my knees fall open a little and my hand edged toward my puss. Ever so casually, I let my fingers drift around my pussy lips, massaging and caressing. Probing a little more, I found I was quite wet! My heart rate was up and a little voice in the back of my head said, "What am I doing?!" But I just kept on, rubbing slowly and gradually finding the rhythm. I worked on my clit and felt the thrill go through me. Feeling another pair of eyes on me gave it even more of a thrill. Increasing the speed little by little, I reached a climax without too much thrashing and no crying out. Then I lay there, spent and amazed at the scene.
Gradually, as I returned to reality, I realized I had to get ready for work. I glanced again at the window next door. He was still there but I couldn't tell anything else. Pretending to ignore him, I got up, gathered my things and went inside to shower and get ready. While I was in the shower, thinking about my "show", a thought struck me: What about a camera? I didn't want to get a text from a girlfriend saying "Guess what I saw on the internet!" Phones being what they are today, there is no reason Ronnie couldn't have videoed the whole thing. This made me a little panicky. But as I thought it through, I was pretty sure this was the first time I had been watched. I felt like he would have been too surprised to think of photography -- this time anyway. I had to be more careful. I felt like I needed to get to know Ronnie a little bit, get a better sense of who he was. But how to go about that?
