Coveting thy neighbors is a biblical "sin," but admiring a neighbor from a distance surely can't get you into too much trouble, right? Our next door neighbors are a little older than us and we really don't socialize with them at all. But the wife, Linda spends a lot of time working on their lawn and flower gardens. Since I generally get home earlier than my wife, Joan, I'm often on our deck late afternoon and can watch Linda, tending her plants and lawn. Often, she continues her gardening after Joan arrives, and she has noticed Linda and more importantly, she's seen me "noticing" Linda.
Linda usually wears cutoffs and a tank top that hangs pretty loose on her. So when she's on her hands and knees facing me while weeding or whatever, there's a pretty good gap for a peek down her top. I've seen this enough times to have figured out that she doesn't always bother to wear a bra. In fact, I'm not sure she ever wears one. And her shorts are pretty scant; not "Daisy Duke's" short, but short enough to see an inch or so of her untanned butt cheeks now and then. A lot of their plants are far enough away that I couldn't see a lot of detail, but they recently put in plantings along the side of their house closest to ours, giving me a great view from our deck.
To my advantage, new plants take a lot of care, so Linda has been in my field of vision a lot lately. And, trying to be neighborly, I would go out to talk to her about whatever she was planting. I quickly discovered I was right on the braless preference. She most often wore a tank top with a generous neckline and arm holes. Wow, this was more than I could have hoped for and when she reached forward to place a new plant, I could see one entire breast through her arm hole. She was nicely built, with medium-sized breasts with well-defined nipples. The way they hung down pointedly in this position was exceptionally erotic. She had to know she was giving me unobstructed views of her tits, and she clearly had no inhibitions or reservations about showing them to me.
Since Linda has been working on her garden closest to our house now, Joan has been much more aware of her yard-work attire and the blatant display of the merchandise within. Joan also has become much more aware of my new-found interest in horticulture and planting techniques. When she'd catch me coming in from a garden tutorial, she'd jab me half-heartedly with comments like: "Could you be any more obvious." Or "Why don't you ask to take a picture already." While her comments were mostly in jest, I felt a little edge in them too. I got the point, but it was hard to pass up an opportunity for free shows like these.
After a couple of months, the garden needed less tending, and Linda's presence was less frequent. Her husband, Lou was also helping her out more, so my visits were less welcomed and probably viewed as more intrusive by him. Now, when Joan got home, we spent more time on our deck savoring a gin and tonic or two as the evening sun began to set. Often after a hard day, Joan would get home, grab a quick shower, and put on something cool, comfortable, and sexy. Our lot was on the outer side of a long bend, so our deck in back had a lot of privacy from the neighbors' decks on both sides.
One particular evening, Joan showered and came out wearing a beautiful white eyelet nightgown that was enough like a sundress that she felt comfortable wearing it outside. It buttoned up the front, and tonight as she often does, she left a few top buttons undone as well as a few at the bottom. This made it cooler for her and lots more alluring for me. I made us gin and tonics and we sat facing each other with a cocktail table between us.