A few years ago, on a nice warm summer Saturday afternoon my husband, Dave, and I were at home and out working in our yard. We planned to get the lawn mowed early, do some trimming, then hopefully enjoy some relaxing time in the sun on our backyard deck. There is a large church to the east of us with their parking lot lying between our properties. Like with most churches, they frequently hold weddings there on Saturday afternoons, especially in the summer months. Being good neighbors, we're always careful not to create a distraction by mowing when services are being held. We have a tall solid wooden fence along part of our shared property line, but at least a third of our yard at the far end is open and visible from the church lot.
When standing on our deck we can peer over the fence and on this day, I could see a soon-to-be-groom and his four or five groomsmen standing on the other side of the parking lot. They were smartly tuxedo-clad, talking vigorously, and obviously killing some time before the bride and the rest of the wedding party arrived. Dave was trying to quickly get the mowing done before the wedding ceremony started, while I was sunning on the deck wearing my old favorite, faded and shrunken-with-age bikini. Dave was done with the front yard and was ready for a beer break, so I put on my shoes and a pair of athletic shorts on over my suit bottom and took over the mowing in the back yard.
Every time I passed by the open stretch beyond our fence, the guys in the parking lot would do their best to catch a glimpse of me in my skimpy, saggy swimsuit top. After a few times around the yard, I thought I would accommodate their staring by slowing down and taking my time turning the corner where I'd be most visible to them. Their voyeuristic interest was getting me just a little excited as I found myself responding to their blatant and unabashed attention. I've never had the best body self-image, so I've never particularly thought of myself as an exhibitionist but being admired by these half-dozen younger, good-looking guys sure didn't hurt my body ego one bit. It was clear I had a very willing if not enthusiastic audience. That surely gave me permission, perhaps even encouragement to up the ante on my teasing.
So, after a few more passes, I suggested to Dave that maybe I should shed the athletic shorts and mow in just my two-piece swimsuit. I knew the bottom had also gotten shrunken and saggy enough to barely cover my butt-crack. He thought about it a second or two and looked over the fence at the guys staring in our direction and just smiled at me and mused, "I can't wait to see that, and you sure won't break those guy's hearts."
That got me out of my shorts. The next pass really got them looking me over and talking among themselves. The way they were now scrutinizing me told me they were finding overt sexual interest in me and covert sexual arousal in themselves. I felt like I was moving beyond just teasing my audience now and moving into a daring new experience of discovering intense sexual pleasure from their seeing me.
After a few more laps around with the mower, Dave smiled at me and suggested, almost reading my mind, "While you're in such a playful mood, why don't you give that groom something to really talk about when reminiscing on his wedding anniversaries?" His not-so-subtle hint was all I needed to pursue my growing desire to show these guys more of me. I looked around to be sure there were no other people in the parking lot or any of our neighbors outside to see me. Then I paused to ask Dave if I thought the guys would take offense; I sure didn't want them calling the police. He told me, "No men I know with body temperatures over 32 degrees would object to seeing a beautiful, sexy woman like you mowing her lawn topless."
