Eva And Her Neighbours

I pulled down the handle, opened the front door and called out to let Jack know I was home. What greeted me was my boyfriend, dancing his way through from the kitchen... completely naked. Wearing nothing but a smile and semi, that was threatening to go full mast.

With a, somewhat involuntary, smirk I told him that I wasn't alone, Jennifer was with me. Having just reached the porch step, upon hearing mention of her name, Jen looked up from her phone and her eyes widened as they tracked down Jack's naked torso to his show-ready cock. She burst out laughing and turned her back to allow the naked man to regain some dignity. Jack quickly skirted past us and ran up the stairs to cover himself up. I instantly apologised to Jen, but she thought it was hilarious and even said she was glad it happened, it had made her day!

What Jennifer didn't know was, it was no accident. A week or so previously I'd been talking to Jack about kinks. We've been dating for a couple of years now and had moved in together late last year. We're still learning new things about each other, and it's exciting. We'd just finished having sex, during which he'd switched the bedroom light on and moved us over to finish by the window. I'd questioned what if someone saw, and he said that's what he wanted. Once we were done, this prompted me to ask a few questions.

I learnt that his main turn on was voyeurism and exhibition. This wasn't really a surprise to me; I knew he liked to be naked and a lot of our early playful dares were of that nature. Sex in some nearby woods, he'd dared me to pull my top down on the bus once. Which I did, but only because we were at the back, and I knew nobody could see. He was shy, and kind of embarrassed, as I pushed for him to detail what turned him on. He explained that he'd not long ago answered the door in just towel. Our regular postie is female, and he'd "accidentally" dropped the towel to flash her. He explained to me how he tries to make all his exposures appear accidental, fearing to be bolder would make him seem threatening, and he never wanted anyone to feel scared. I understood what he meant and agreed the accidental approach was a good one. I then asked him if there was anyone he particularly wanted to flash. He reasoned it wasn't really about who it was, necessarily, just the opportunity to do it.

He'd clearly gotten himself excited talking about it, and his dick was rising. I started to massage it. I did have to pause when he suddenly said Jennifer's name. I wasn't entirely sure how I felt about him saying my friend's name as I masturbated him, but he explained why. A few days previous she'd given me a lift home. Jen is my best friend at work, and when we finish our shift at the same time, she gives often gives me a lift back as I don't drive. Apparently, the notion to flash us both had crossed his mind, but he didn't know how either of us would react and he didn't want to upset me. To his surprise, I offered to help. I liked how turned on it made him, and I could make that flash happen. I was the one that concocted the plan... to ask her for a lift, invite her in for a drink and allow Jack to "accidentally" display his manhood at her. At first, he thought it was some kind of trick or trap, but I assured him I was being genuine and that I really found the idea fun. I know Jen, and knew she'd find it a giggle -- but we agreed she shouldn't find out it was staged.

After Jen had finished her drink and left, I asked Jack how he found it and if he'd had a cheeky wank when he went upstairs. He said he hadn't done anything like that but found it exhilarating and thanked me for making it happen. He suggested we should start up some dares over the coming summer months and I agreed. He started to quiz me on how I felt about flashing someone and I asked him how he'd fee about it. He promptly showed me how hard he was again just thinking about it.

Before continuing, I should really give you an idea of who I am. I should let you conjure a picture of what I look like. I don't think I'm comfortable revealing my real name on here, so I'll use my middle name Eva. I'm 24, I've got straight dirty-blonde hair, which I like to keep tied back into a ponytail (and have done since I was little) and blue-green eyes. Jack says he loves my eyes because they look different colours in different lights, and I was quite pleased when he likened them to a mermaid's tail as I think that sounds quite magical. When I look in the mirror, I see tired eyes, so I'll certainly take that lovely description. There's no way I'm telling you how much I weigh, but I'm happy with how I look.

Considering how much junk food I eat I should be rolling around but I've been told I have a youthful metabolism -- not quite as magical as having mermaid eyes, but, again, I'll take it. I'm 5ft 6, and... I have 30F boobs. I don't tend to flaunt them. I mean, I don't wear big high neck tops or anything, but I wouldn't say I particularly show them off either. Do I often catch guys checking them out, absolutely. Both guys and girls. I get it. *I* check them out sometimes. I'm not a massive fan when someone stares at them for ages, as it makes me feel a little bit awkward, but I do find it funny when someone realises they've been caught checking them out and they're all flustered. That makes me chuckle.

Jack is most definitely a boob man, and still talks about the first time he saw and felt mine. I joke that we'll get married one day and he'll still refer to that as the happiest day of his life. We'd only been on a couple of dates, and we out for our third, an expensive meal in a lovely restaurant. It turned out it was his birthday and he'd not mentioned it. He'd chosen not to spend it with family or his friends as I'd suggested the day as the next time I was free and he wanted to spend the evening with me. I offered to pay for the meal, but he wouldn't have it. I felt bad for not getting him anything, but he seemed genuinely fine about it. He walked me home, I still lived with my parents at that point, and we had a kiss in the doorway. I invited him in, but he was too nervous about meeting my parents for the first time, which I completely got. He was about to head off and I asked him to quickly just peer around the corner, into the lounge window, to see what my parents were up to. He didn't understand why but did.

As he came back, noting they were both just sitting watch TV, his jaw dropped to the floor. I had used the time to quickly unzip the back of my dress and had lowered the front of it, along with my strapless bra, and had set my girls free. "Happy Birthday," I announced with a big grin. He was speechless as he took in the sight of my awesome boobs for the first time. He probably would have been happy with that, but after a moment, and not knowing how long I could trust my parents not to move, I reached out, took his left hand, and placed it on my right breast. His right hand naturally found it's way to my left breast and he squeezed them, and thumbed my nipples before I lost courage and tucked them back inside my bra and dress. "I couldn't let you go without giving anything," I laughed, and he thanked me, beaming. He practically bounced his way back down the path and I let myself into the house. He text me when he got home and thanked me again for the 'best birthday present.'

After his successful flashing of Jen, he was now suggesting people I could show off for. He suggested some of his friends, my friends, my boss, and I wasn't sure about any of them. I wasn't opposed to the idea. In fact, the more I considered it the more aroused I was becoming. Previous dares involved risk, and the risk of being caught was quite a thrill, but this was planning to be caught. To put myself in the situation where someone would definitely see me topless, I was nervous at the thought of it, but excited. I just wasn't sure about the people he was suggesting. Until he suggested... Bill.

As far as our neighbours go, the house opposite has been empty since before we moved in, and the house to our left has a family living there. The parents are mid-fifties I'd guess, with a daughter we rarely see, and a teenage son. To our right we have elderly, retired couple -- Janet and Bill. I'd say they're probably in their 70s, but I'm not sure. Both are adorable in their own ways. When we moved in, Janet made us a cake, and still brings us around baked goods every now and then. She's very chatty and you can easily lose an hour once she starts telling you about... well, anything.

Bill isn't quite as chatty, but it's hard for him to get a word in edgeways. He talks to Jack about football -- not that Jack knows about sport himself, but he fakes it enough to keep the conversation going. When he sees me, Bill always tells me how lovely I look, he compliments my eyes and asks about my parents. He knows my Dad from a few years back. Now here's a key point about why Bill was my favourite suggestion for flashing... because not once have I ever caught him looking. Jack says he's seen him look as we've talked, but that seems to make the fact I've not noticed even more endearing. Bill has a shed out in their garden and spends a lot of time out there. The moment there's a ray of sunshine he's out mowing the grass, so we figured it'd be easy to flash him out in the garden. The more I thought about letting Bill see my boobs... the more I wanted him to.

I'm writing this on the 7th June 2024, and If you live in the UK, you'll know the weather recently has been up and down. Last week though we did have some lovely weather. One of the days was particularly hot and sunny and I went into our spare room to look into our garden. I took a picture and sent it to Jack, who had gone to work leaving me on my ownsome. The photo showed our garden, and next doors... complete with Bill mowing the lawn like normal. A moment later Jack replied asking "sunbathing weather?"

"Maybe," I replied with a winky emoji.

He told me to let him know how it goes. Part of me wondered if I'd actually go through with it. Was I really going to flash this happy, friendly old man?

Truth be told, I'm not much of a sunbather. It's never particularly been my thing, as I like to be up and active. I only own one bikini, and I'd already gotten it out in preparation for the big event. It's orange, which isn't normally a colour I'd wear but it fits me, and I'd dare say looks good on me. It supports my bust and gives me eye popping cleavage. I'd only worn it once last year and Jack kept staying how he wanted to motorboat my boobs the entire time. If I wore it in the garden, it would be the most of me Bill had seen, and I doubt he'd be able to keep eye contact should we actually get into a conversation. I put it on and sent another picture to Jack. "Wow," he replied, along with an aubergine emoji. I nodded, grabbed my 'props' for the day and head downstairs.

Bill was busy mowing as I spread out the beach towel on lawn. It took a couple of trips from the kitchen, making sure I had everything I wanted. A book to read, sunscreen, a big bottle of water, and my phone. I was doing my best to ignore the fact that Bill was there. Whilst the fence near the family was high and they couldn't see anything, the fence separating ours from Janet and Bill's started high but lowered around the middle. I'd had a few chats with both of them as I've put out washing and the like, and you can easily see into the other garden from the other side.

I'm not sure if I was doing it intentionally, but as I set up I had mostly kept my back to Bill, so if he was looking, he was getting a view of my bum. I was about to set myself down on the towel as the mower switched off. An intake of breath as I heard Bill calling my name. I brought down a pair of reflective sunglasses from the top of my head to hide my eyes. I figured he might be more willing to sneak a peak if he couldn't tell where my eyes were looking. I turned and faced Bill.

We discussed where our respective partners were -- Jack at work, Janet out with a friend - and I confirmed with him that he'd be spending most of the day in the garden. All respect to the man, I didn't catch him looking once, and for the first time I felt a little disappointed. In a somewhat redundant comment, I let him know that I was sunbathing. He agreed it was a lovely day for it. Attempting to get him to acknowledge my skimpy attire, I said I hoped he didn't mind. He countered saying it was my garden and I could do what I wanted, he certainly wasn't fazed. Desperately I pointed out he hadn't seen me wear so little, which made him chuckle and he couldn't help but agree. Finally, I got it. With me literally pointing out the fact that the bikini was orange, and I wasn't a fan of it, he allowed himself to look, scanning my body up and down. Whilst he did make the effort to look at me literally from head to toe, there was no missing the pause, where his eyes lingered on my chest.

"Lovely," he noted with appreciation. Honestly, I don't know if It was the bikini or my cleavage that received the compliment, but I thanked him regardless and I made my leave to return to the towel so I could actually bathe in the sun... which I admit did feel amazing. I'm definitely a warm weather person. Bill continued with his mowing, and I tried to read a chapter of my book.

Tried. My head was spinning, sussing out how I would reveal more. Having pointed out my bikini to him, I didn't think I could now take it off without him knowing I was doing it on purpose. Jack's "accidental" approach certainly seemed the best way, but how could I claim it to be accidental?

I was so wrapped up in my thoughts, I almost missed the thud of a football hitting the grass of our garden, rolling into its resting place fairly near my towel. Aaron, the boy next door, was often kicking his football over the fence. A factor I hadn't considered. He used to ring the doorbell and ask for his ball back, but we'd gotten frustrated with it so told him we'd leave the gate unlocked, and he could come in and get it whenever. I pondered if I had time to go to the gate and lock it, but it was already too late, the sound of the handle opening, and the gate being pushed open were obvious. I decided to remain laying down on my back, with my book.

"Is it okay if I get my ball?" asked Aaron, nervously.

"Yeah, that's fine," I replied with a forced smile. I still had my sunglasses on, and I could see that -- unlike Bill -- Aaron wasn't making any attempt to look away. From the second he clocked I was in a bikini his eyes were wide-eyed and fixed on my chest. As I was on my back, I knew my boobs weren't looking the best they could be, but I figured that was good all things considered. He thanked me and retrieved his ball before heading back out the gate. Aaron was harmless. A skinny kid who was always polite, and quite shy. As he was leaving, I wondered if he'd ever even seen boobs in real life.

The next surprise came in the form a chuckle, coming from Bill. He'd apparently witnessed Aaron'ss intrusion. I looked over to him, and he said probably the manliest thing I'd heard from his mouth -- "Made his day, seeing you like that. I can guess what he'll be up to tonight." Another chuckle to himself as he pottered on, whilst I had to come to terms with Bill making a reference to masturbation... about me!

Aaron's unexpected appearance had unnerved me a little, I wasn't sure I could go through with it. As much as I loved the idea of flashing Bill, thinking about it and doing it were different things. So far, he'd just seen me in a bikini. It was the most revealing thing he'd seen me in so this was certainly a step towards a flash. Almost as if he could hear my thoughts, Jack messaged me, asking me if I was topless or not yet. I sent a picture back showing me still bikini clad.

"Fuck, your tits look amazing," he replied instantly.

"Bill's had a good look. Maybe I should leave it there for today?"

It took a moment for him to reply but when he did, it took me by surprise. He'd taken himself off to the toilet to send me a tasty shot of how hard I'd made him. He commented "I wonder if Bill got this hard over you?"

Oddly, at no point during this had I considered Bill getting aroused. Kind of silly I hadn't but this newly implanted thought suddenly spurred me on to take things further. A quick message back to Jack to say I was building myself up to show Bill more, with him sending me back a thumbs up and winky-kiss emoji telling me to enjoy myself.

I realised that the mowing had stopped. I quickly stood up to see what the situation was. The mower was still there, Bill still had more to do, so he'd probably just taken a break. I realised this was my chance. I hadn't felt easy about taking more off whilst Bill was very much in view as I was worried that would seem like I was during it purely for his benefit. However, if I were to do it now, I could pretend I thought he was done for the day. I could be putting sun lotion and let him catch me but act embarrassed and try to cover myself... once he'd had a decent look, of course.

I was pleased with the plan and without further hesitation, I quickly unhooked the back of my bikini top, slid the straps down my arms and flung the item away from me out of reach. I thought it would help if I had to scramble to retrieve my top affording Bill a longer look. I was excited... but now suddenly away that I was very much topless. The sun did feel lovely on my body, but there was a gentle breeze that hardened my nipples. That, or I was just incredibly excited with anticipation. I took another photo. Before I sent it to Jack, I must admit I admired myself a little. In the photo, at least, my boobs looked big and full. My nipples were hard, and I couldn't help but become more excited at the thought of Bill seeing me like this.

A noise from next door alerted me to the fact that Bill was coming back out to finish the mowing. I positioned myself on the towel, my body facing his garden, so when he appeared, should he look over, he'd see me in all my glory. I grabbed for the sunscreen, my prop for the scene. I had tingles, but as I was about to squeeze lotion into my hand, the unmistakeable thud of a football hitting nearby grass took my attention. The ball rolled near to where I had lobbed my bikini top, and my mind raced. Did I maintain my pose, and flash Bill, knowing Aaron would be coming through, or did I have time to throw the ball back over before he came to collect it. I spent too much time deliberating and copped out of the flash by laying down on the towel, my chest buried into the ground.

"Fucking Aaron, fucking ball," I muttered under my breath, as the back gate opened. I'd now lost track of where Bill was, as my attention was on the invader. Again, Aaron asked if it was okay to get the ball, and I purposefully answered as if in a sleepy state to sell that I'd been like this for a little while. Watching the kid from behind my sunnies, it became obvious he wasn't fully aware of his situation. I watched him pick up the ball and saw the cogs turning as he studied my discarded top. He almost did a comedy-special double take realising it was no longer on me, and that he was now just inches from his topless 24-year female neighbour. It threw him, and I had to chew back a smirk. He started to walk back but paused. Initially I thought it was to check out my sideboob (seriously, I had tried to hide as much of my chest as possible but my 30F tits couldn't help but try to escape from my sides) but he actually attempted to start up a conversation.

"What book are you reading?" he asked, timidly, having to clear his throat. I told him it was a sexy fantasy series called 'A Court of Thorns and Roses' which I doubted he knew about. He didn't have a clue, and then proceeded to tell me about the book he was currently enthralled with. I wish I could tell you what that was, but my mind had started to wander. To try and hold my attention he'd walked back around to in front of me. Almost instinctively I had propped myself up on my elbows and forearms. Whilst my nipples were still safely hidden, there was now a lot more of my boobs on show, and whilst Aaron was holding the chat up well, he was not the least bit subtle in how he was trying to get the best angle of my tits possible. Again, I wondered if he'd ever seen breasts in real life, and even if he had I couldn't help but assume not as big as mine. I had been initially annoyed about his appearances, spoiling my plan to flash Bill, but I was starting to enjoy the tease. I wondered if I would brave enough to show him more. He was seeing quite a lot of me already.