So began my flirtation with our neighbor's son, Trevor. He had come home from college for the summer and was working in our yard a couple of days a week, and after letting him watch me clean house completely naked, I began to feel comfortable being undressed when he was around. I enjoyed him seeing my naked body and I knew by the frequent bulge in his shorts that he enjoyed seeing my breasts and my shaved pubic area.
My husband, Bill, would urge me to disrobe as soon as Trevor showed up to begin his work. I would perform tasks around the house while Trevor worked in the back yard, letting him watch me through the windows. I would take him lemonade with my breasts completely exposed to him, and we would talk as if nothing was different or odd about it. He openly ogled me, but was polite and kept his physical distance. I think he appreciated being able to see me naked, and didn't want to overstep his bounds and screw up a good thing.
Bill began to clean my vagina with his tongue every time after we made love. He would urge me to tell him how Trevor had just fucked me while he did it. At first I was reluctant; it felt odd to be saying it. But pretty soon I got caught up in the fantasy as well, and would fantasize that it was Trevor making love to me with his extra large penis, then tell Bill to make sure he got every bit of Trevor's sperm out of my wet cunt. Bill liked it when I said it this way. I would grind my vagina against Bill's face and have terrific orgasms while saying these things to him.
One beautiful early summer morning, Bill told me he had a new plan for me. We had a private deck and hot tub with high walls and a private garden at the opposite side of house from the kitchen. It opened off the downstairs office with a sliding glass door. We would often sunbathe on the chaise lounges there during the warm months when the sun was directly above. Bill wanted me to sunbathe naked there and he would direct Trevor to work on the private garden that we viewed from the deck. Bill could watch, undetected, from the upstairs bedroom window. I got very excited at the idea and immediately agreed.
I took my iPod player, a diet soda, a towel, my book, and some sunscreen out to the deck and put on some nice soft music. I laid the towel down on the chaise lounge and took off my robe, laying down to get some sun. I put sunscreen on my breasts and pelvic area that were being exposed to the sun for the first time, then settled back to enjoy the music and my book, and wait for Trevor. I lay there with my legs demurely closed, but my breasts were completely exposed. I knew Bill was upstairs, watching through the window.
Soon Trevor showed up with his gardening tools. He was a bit surprised to see me there, but not to see me naked. I greeted him with nonchalance, as if it were completely normal for me to be laying there completely nude in front of him. I could sense that he was taking a good long look at me as I read my book and sipped my soda. I parted my knees ever so little.
Trevor set about his work, stopping frequently to look at me. Every few minutes, I would part my legs a little bit more. At first he could see little more than my sparse patch of pubic hair above my vagina. Then I parted my legs a little more, and he could just see between my knees.
I lay there for a while, then parted my legs a bit more, letting him see the insides of my thighs, but not anything more. After a bit, I parted my legs a little more, and I knew that he could probably see all the way to near the top of the insides of my thighs. I held my book in one hand and absently ran the fingers of my free hand over my breasts. My nipples were rock hard, and I was becoming very aroused. My saliva began to feel thick in my mouth, and my heart was beating hard.
With Trevor working directly in front of me, and hardly taking his eyes off me, I finally spread my legs a little more, and let him see the slit of my vagina. I heard his work stop, and I glanced up through my sunglasses and saw him staring directly at my crotch. Looking right at him, I spread my legs a little further and lightly caressed my left breast with my right hand. While Trevor gawked, I finally let my knees fall completely apart, and I could feel my vagina open as my legs spread wide. I knew that Trevor could see the whole thing: the shaven outer lips, and the moist pink inside lips. I wondered if he knew what a clitoris was, and if mine had become so erect that it had emerged from its hood, and he could see it, hard and longing to be touched, or licked.
I lay there, exposing myself to him, pretending to read my book, and enjoyed the sun and his eyes on my naked body. I pretended to have an itch, and reached down and scratched the outer lip of my vagina briefly. I could feel my wetness as my fingers brushed the swollen lips. I couldn't resist, and ran one finger lightly up the length of my vagina and gave my clitoris a little tiny rub. My gosh it felt good! My finger came away wet with my juice, and I absently rubbed it on my nipple as I feigned reading my book.
After a bit longer of letting Trevor have a good, close-up look at my most private parts, I decided I should probably turn over and get some sun on my back. I put my book down, but left my legs wide open. I looked directly at Trevor while he looked longingly at my exposed vagina, and again felt no shame in him seeing. He obviously felt no shame in looking, as he didn't look away when I looked at him.
I flipped over and let my arms fall to the side of the chaise lounge. I suddenly thought of my exposed, white bottom, and reached for the sunscreen. Then I had an idea.
