My best friend got a job in the city which was not an easy transition for a farm boy. Shortly after he met this amazing woman and got married. The following spring he had to get out of the city but she being a city girl was scared silly to live in a rural area, but was willing to try.
So not far from the city and a close commute for both of them to work they found a small old 2 bedroom full basement house on the corner of a farm. The house was located on a quiet back road with no neighbours close by. That part kind of freaked his wife out, and she had always had neighbours 10 feet away growing up So was never alone much, but gradually she got to love it.
The house was set back from the road a bit and they had no neighbour close by, it was very private. Behind them was a private 9 hole golf course his farmer neighbour down the road built as a hobby. He only allowed a select few to use it on Saturdays and Sundays the rest of the time no one was ever there. He got to know the owner of the golf course soon after moving in and got along well with him. On the odd weekend when his wife was away he would hang out at his farmer friends place. Once it was discovered he was a farm kid and could do about anything he was welcome there anytime to help out with some field work or repairs from time to time. This friendship also allowed him to play golf anytime he wanted.......win, win!
When I helped them move in I got to know his wife a lot better, what a sweetie. Before that we only had quick cordial visits but they were superficial. It seemed to always just be just a quick visit on my way to somewhere else so I never got much of a visit; life is just too busy sometimes!
I got a phone call in late June; he was in a bit of a panic. A bad storm had just gone thru and blew a lot of the shingles off the house and roofing companies wanted more than he could afford to fix it. It was only a couple of months after buying it and between getting the mortgage setup, all the fees and starting to get the house ready for their new arrival, he was tapped out for extra funds, bad timing. He was wondering if I could help out!
He was hoping I could come down on the weekend and help him patch the roof to make do for a few months until he could catch up on his cash flow. That was a Sunday night. I said I was caught up here and I would come. I decided to go the next day and maybe start since they were talking rain again that weekend. He was at work all day everyday but would try to get away early if he could to make sure we could finish it by the weekend.
It is a six hour drive for me to their place so I left early and arrived at their place around 1PM, much earlier than planned. It was a very hot day and my truck didn't have air so I was shirtless and in cut offs for the drive. When I got close to their house I put my shirt back on because I still did not know his wife very well.
My fear of offending her vaporised as soon as I arrived. She was lying on a lounger under a tree trying to stay cool. Under doctor's orders I soon found out, no work for two weeks. I think she must have been sleeping because she never moved until she heard the truck door close. She got up and said you are early, I wasn't expecting you until late today. She said you caught me sort of a mess. All sweaty and not really properly dressed for the public, she was right about that.
I said sweat doesn't bother me and we hugged. She was wearing a red button down tank top singlet sort of thing, the type that has snaps at the crotch. No bra, no panties visible. Her nipples and big landing strip and her baby bump were quite evident. It was unbuttoned probably lower than she would have liked for me to see but I think she forgot that. She offered me a drink and went into the house to get it. As she walked away I admired her bum as I had before, but this time what she wearing was riding up a bit like Brazilian cut panties which enhanced her sway as she walked, spectacular I thought.
When she returned I checked her more out as she walked towards me. In the bright sunlight the material was more see thru, I could easily see the size and shape of her areolas and nipples. Also it made her landing strip very easy to see. I was pretty sure but not completely that she had shaved lips. She was showing a fantastic camel toe. She may have forgotten what she was wearing but I assumed she knew exactly what I could see. In my experience most females are very aware of that stuff! If she was she didn't seem to care.
We had the best chat ever, just the 2 of us so it forced us to actually connect. I asked her how she liked living out here. I had forgotten she was a very honest and open person and could be a bit blunt. She told me she absolutely hated it, at first. You actually had to plan trips to town not just go out the door and you are there. She couldn't get used to the quiet, no people yelling and virtually no traffic. But she said after the first week she started to get used to and now loves it.
I asked her what her favorite thing was that she liked now. She said the privacy. No one bothers us or just shows up. In the city she said people were always coming and going or at their door. She never wore swimwear to sun in because someone was always watching or she could hear cat calls and whistles and crap. She looked at me with this little smile when I asked and now? She was really watching me as she answered to see my reaction. She said now pretty much lay out only in a bra and panties, sometimes topless. I laughed and said well now you are one of us; my sisters did the same around home. She said they did? What did your parents say? Told her I don't think they ever knew, they never did it at the house when our parents were home. Otherwise it was usually behind the barn where they wouldn't get caught. She asked if I saw them, I said yeah all the time I would join them sometimes. She asked when they were topless? I said yeah.
She was intrigued and I could tell her mind was going a mile a minute. She asked again, you saw your sisters topless? I said yes all of them. She said they let you sun with them, again yes. She asked what else did they wear, told her mostly homemade bottoms, less coverage than their panties or just panties, they were not small like bikini cut so they always rolled them up and shifted them around to get them as small as they could, that's why they made their own. I laughed and said you had to get all the sun you could. We both laughed. I said it was educational, saw lot of different boobs and a lot of pubic hair. The homemade bottoms were tiny, they might as well have been nude, got to the point 2 of them just barely covered their slits. She was quiet for a bit then she asked in a serious, hushed voice did they ever sun nude? Did you? With them too?
I said well are you going to tell the world what I say or are we talking as two old friends who will take it to our graves and not tell a soul? She yes just me, I can keep a secret! I asked not even Jack? She said he will never know. I said ok yes, two of my sisters and I sunned nude all of the time, since very young, but I have always done so alone as well. She asked if I still do and said yeah every chance I get and laughed. I said now you have dirt on me now your turn.
She said well you know I sun in my underwear and sometimes topless, god I love that! I was so scared! I never told Jack for the first few weeks. I asked what style of panties? She hit my arm and said getting kind of personal aren't you? I said yes but I know you wear string bikinis, anything else? She said how do you know that and I said I am just observant. You also wear low cut balcony bras when you choose to wear one other than for work, those are boring full cuppers! She said wow you are observant and yes I prefer braless or sexy bras and panties. I smiled and said or commando also? I assume like now and looked down to her crotch! She followed my gaze and said that is my favorite and how I usually am at home; I can't believe I just told you that. She was red faced and we both laughed.
She told me mom started letting me wear bikini underpants when I started puberty and have stayed with them mostly since then. She said I can't believe I am telling you this, Jack doesn't even know! I asked her what her favorite ones are and she said if you behave maybe I will let you see! I laughed and said last question am I right that you probably wear them like my sisters, rolled down, pulled up, pushed round? She turned red and said um yeah. I said so cool! Someday I will tell you more about my formative years.
I said to her, the way you talk is it fair to say I assume you sun nude too. She turned red again and said can I really trust you not tell? I said I gave you my word besides you already know about me. After a long silence she answered, I just can't help myself. She said after a while of sunning in her smallest lingerie she said it must have been hormones, but I had this uncontrollable desire to let the sun meet my breasts! She laughed and said I was so dumb I actually sat up and looked around to make sure no one was watching, like it mattered. The lingerie I was wearing was so tiny and so sheer it covered nothing anyway I mean really tiny and sheer.
Even though there was no need I felt the urge to get naked. I held a towel over my tits and slowly took my arms out of the straps and laid down and took the towel off to reveal ...my tits still covered by my bra cups, I was hyperventilating I think, being so daring. I was so dumb and laughed at myself and then just unclasped the front closure and let the bra fall away. I was laughing out loud as she told me. She smiled and said you can't imagine, a girl is taught to keep these things hidden as she grabbed her boobs. It's a big deal the first time you let someone touch them or see them, but those times are always hidden away. She said it was so exciting to be out in the sun and open to the world in a very tiny piece of cloth covering my vagina, running around the yard with my boobs swinging free. She said I actually did cart wheels and I don't know how! The bad part was it never crossed my mind about virgin skin and sun. I got the girls sunburned, hurt to wear a bra for work. I would wait till I got to work to put it on and take off on the way to the car going home. I will tell you about my ass another time.