We went to church the following Sunday and Father Mick gave a wonderful sermon, and we received communion. Afterwards, Father greeted us outside the church, and gave me a nice chaste hug and shook Bill's hand. It was very normal and easy between us, although I did feel a flash of guilt that I hadn't told Bill anything about showing Father Mick my vagina.
It seemed that our life had changed and that sex played a much larger role. Not that sex hadn't been good and important before, but it had just moved way up both our priority list.
Bill would play golf most Saturday mornings and I would shop, or run errands or get my hair done. In the afternoon, we would often go "bussing" as Bill came to call it. I would dress in a short skirt with no panties, and we would ride busses and go to Starbucks and I would flash men and let them see my shaved vagina in towns nearby, but never in our own town again. I came to enjoy the rush of flashing men, and it inflamed Bills libido. We would have sex as soon as we got home, and Bill would often lick me afterwards, cleaning his and my juices from my vagina, bringing me to a shuddering orgasm in the process.
We fell into this routine, although he didn't do that every time. Sometimes we just made love like we had in the past. I found that I liked it both ways. As time progressed, Bill started wanting to fantasize that I had just made love with another man, and the sperm he was licking out of me was from this stranger. He wanted me to tell him how the man had "fucked me good" while he licked me. I tried my best to accommodate him, but I often felt silly or foolish while doing it. Bill certainly did seem to like it, though.
We were home from work just after noon on a Thursday in early June when the doorbell rang. Answering the door, I saw Trevor Hamilton standing on our small porch. Trevor was the son of our next-door neighbors, and had been away at college during the school year. The Hamiltons had been our neighbors for 12 years, and I had watched Trevor grow up. He had turned into a fine looking 20 year old young man.
Trevor reminded me that Bill had hired him to take care of the lawn and yard over the summer, and he just wanted to let me know he'd be working most of the rest of the day weeding, pruning, mowing, and raking. Bill came to the door just then, and told Trevor he wanted to show him what we needed done.
Trevor and Bill went out the front door and I went back to my housework. I was working in the bathroom and bedrooms upstairs doing the dusting, changing sheets, vacuuming, and cleaning the fixtures in the bath. I thought about Trevor working outside in the sun, and decided to take him some cold lemonade.
I made some from fresh lemons, mixed it with ice, and took it outside. Trevor had taken his shirt off, and I was pleasantly surprised at his tanned, muscular torso. Bill was nearby, working on the lawnmower, and I felt that although I shouldn't with Bill so close, I told Trevor that he certainly had grown into a fine looking young man. I was quite taken aback with his muscular arms and chest, and I asked him how he was so tanned early in the year.
"Spring Break at the beach, Mrs. J.", was his reply.
"Well it looks quite good on you, Trevor." I told him. I blushed, and tried to cover my tracks. "Listen to this old woman going on!"
"You're not old, Mrs. J.," was his reply. "Besides, I always thought you were pretty hot when I was growing up." He suddenly blushed as well, then realized that Bill was right there. "Well, you know," he continued. "Even though you're my Mom's age and all."
Bill stood up and said to me, "Let's get inside, Fran, and let Trevor get to his work." He led me inside, and I hoped that I hadn't embarrassed Trevor. He just looked so masculine and so strong, I just couldn't help but notice. As we walked in the door, I realized that I really didn't want to go in the house with Bill. I would rather have stayed outside talking to Trevor. It gave me a pleasant feeling and made me a bit aroused.
Once inside, Bill told me to go upstairs and put on my sexiest panty and bra set. When I asked him why, he just told me to run upstairs and do it. I went up and put on a lacy set with a thong and an underwire bra that left little to the imagination. Not knowing what to put on over it, I just put a robe on.
When I went back downstairs, Bill was sitting in his reclining chair reading the newspaper. He asked to see what was under my robe, and I untied it and pulled it open. Bill whistled through his teeth, telling me that I looked beautiful. That's when he told me what his latest plan was. I was to clean house in only my bra and panties as soon as Trevor began working in the back yard. It so happened that almost the entire back of the house was glass windows from ceiling to floor, with sliding doors where the patio was, off the dining area. Trevor would certainly be able to see me clearly through the windows.
I told Bill that I didn't think I could do that. What if his parents found out?
"Bill, no! Please!" I cried. He said it would be fine, and that Trevor had already told me that he thought I looked hot. I was just going to give him a little bit better view so he could see how hot I really was. He also said there was no way a 20 year old boy would tell his parents he had been ogling a neighbor.
"I just don't know if I can do it." I told Bill. "We've know him since he was a boy. We know his parents."
"They'll never know, Fran. He'll go back to school this fall and tell all the boys in the dorm about the great show his next-door neighbor gave him over the summer. And he'll probably leave early today to go home and pull himself off, thinking about you!" Bill could be very convincing.
"I don't know," I told Bill. "I'll try."
After a bit, Bill went outside to tell Trevor that he wanted him to move to the back yard and begin weeding the flower bed against the house. Bill came back in and told me that Trevor would be weeding on the other side of the windows, and that I should put on a good show for him. I saw Trevor come into view through the windows, pushing the wheelbarrow in front of him.
"Take off your robe, Fran. Quick before he sees you!" Bill came over and started tugging on my robe.
I was torn. I didn't know if I wanted it to go this far. The boys on bus were strangers. Father Mick had seen me nearly naked, and he was bound to keep it secret. But Trevor lived right next door and I knew his parents.
"Quick, Fran!" Bill cried out.
Making a decision, I hastily untied the belt and slid the robe off my shoulders. Bill pulled it off and threw it on the couch. "Get busy, Fran. Start cleaning," he told me. I stood like a deer caught in the headlights. I was in a panic that young Trevor was going to see my 45 year-old almost naked body, but at the same time I felt a rush of excitement and arousal.
I quickly grabbed a dust rag and a spray-can of Pledge, and began dusting the coffee table and end tables. Bill returned to his recliner and took his newspaper back up again.
"He hasn't noticed you yet, Fran," Bill said from behind his paper. "I can see him if I glance past the edge of my paper, and he hasn't noticed yet." I cleaned the same spot over and over, bent over at the waist, my rear end facing the window, with only the string of the thong running in the cleft between my cheeks, facing right out towards Trevor.
"Oh, there it is!" Bill cried from his paper. "He just noticed, but looked away like its something he shouldn't see." I could feel my heart beating hard and could hear the rush of blood in my ears as I realized that Trevor would soon look again and see the bare cheeks of my rear exposed, as well as the creamy backs of my thighs. I was becoming quite aroused.
"He's looking again. This time he's taking his sweet time, too," Bill exclaimed. "Move around a bit, Fran. Let him see the goods." I began moving slowly around the coffee table, spraying and polishing the smooth finish, so Trevor could see me from all angles. I was becoming more and more aroused as I finished the dusting.
"How about a little vacuuming, Fran? Vacuum over closer to the window," Bill directed. I got the vacuum cleaner, then bent at the waist to plug in the vacuum, being sure to expose my rear to Trevor. I began slowly vacuuming the carpet, reaching and stretching as much as possible to expose my body in its most appealing form. As I vacuumed near the window, I could see Trevor glancing my way often as he weeded. I was becoming more and more aroused, and as I said, when my engine begins running down between my legs, I sometimes do things I shouldn't.
When I finished vacuuming, I went to the hall closet and got a feather duster and a stepstool. I set the stepstool near the right wall, and grabbing the duster, climbed to the first step and reached up to dust the crease where the ceiling met the walls. In my quest for the imaginary cobwebs, I stretched my body to reach all the way up. Bill watched and reported back to me on Trevor observing me. Evidently he had stopped working and was just gawking at me through the window.
On the stool, stretching with my arms in the air, I knew that Trevor could see almost everything. I moved the stepstool down the wall, moving towards the windows, until I moved the stepstool in front of the window and climbed it again, stretching to reach the ceiling. I was no more than 4 feet from Trevor, facing right at him, separated only by the glass of the window. I put one foot on a rung above another and parted my legs slightly so he could see the material covering my vagina. I knew that I was very, very wet, and I almost hoped he could see the moisture leaking through the thin material.
I knew he could see the fronts of my legs, the thin piece of material covering my vagina, my belly, and my lacy, push up bra with my breasts spilling from them. Oh how I wished I could reach back and unsnap the hook on my bra and let Trevor, with his hard, tanned body, see my full breasts and pink, hard nipples.
