The weather had been scorching hot over the last couple of days, above the average temperatures normally seen in these summer months. Our office air conditioning had broken down, and as the room was unbearable to work in, our bosses had told us all to work from home until it was fixed. This could be up to a week but we'd just finished a major contract so we were all working on designs for future projects.
I'd not slept very well, despite opening all the windows and having numerous fans dotted around, I was far too warm. I awoke quite early considering I didn't have to travel to work, but late enough that everyone else had gone out. I went to have a shower, and rather than probably generating more heat while towel drying myself, I slipped on a pair of loose cotton shorts and just rubbed my hair up a little, leaving my body to dry naturally. I didn't bother putting on any underwear, figuring I may be cooler without.
I'd left my laptop in the bedroom overnight, so I switched it on and got to work. I had a little desk set up right by my window, handy now as what little breeze there was flowed over me. After a while, I heard voices outside and looked at the clock. It was still only 8.30 am. I looked outside and saw my neighbour Diana pulling extension leads down her garden. I was intrigued as to what she might be doing anyway, my intrigue heightened by the fact she was wearing a plain white t-shirt which despite being loose didn't hide her 36D breasts jiggling about underneath. Her outfit was completed by a pair of tight cotton shorts in lime green and white checks.
She went back up towards her house and came back into view with a mini vacuum set. She was also followed by her neighbour from the house on the other side of hers, Joanne. Diana is a little younger than me in her mid-forties, her teenage children around the same age as mine. Joanne is around thirty years old, a single mum with children aged nine and eleven. Joanne was wearing what was either a long t-shirt or short dress, pale blue but with just enough fabric to cover her arse. I saw them talking, then Joanne got in her car and reversed it so the rear bumpers were almost touching, leaving just enough room to walk between.
I've seen enough of Diana's body already (see Sunbathing Neighbour, Fixing Neighbours Leak, Neighbour Surprise) but when she bent over to plug in the vacuum, and her shorts disappeared in between her legs, I was captivated. I turned off the sound on my laptop, knowing I was probably going to ignore it for a while anyway so that I could hear them talking.
Diana opened the car doors on the pavement side of her car and started to take out the floor mats. This meant bending over and reaching into the car, her shorts looking like they were painted on. She took each mat, shook them which also made her tits shake, then placed them on the bottom of her garden. Joanne reappeared with two buckets of soapy water and some sponges.
"Get your mats out of the car and we'll vacuum them all now, then wash the outside," Diana told her. Joanne went over to her car, opened the front door, and leaned in to remove the front mats. Her top rode up over her arse.
"Jesus Joanne, don't you have any knickers on?" Diana laughed, "Mind you with an arse like that I wouldn't either!"
Joanne turned and blushed, a mat in each hand.
"I thought a thong would be cooler, I didn't think about showing everything while bending over," Joanne told her.
They used the vacuum to clean off the mats, then started doing the car interiors. Joanne watched while Diana leaned into her car, and started laughing out loud.
"You're going on about me, your shorts are that far between your legs there's less fabric showing than my thong probably," she said.
"It's better when you know someone is watching you, and I don't mean you," Diana said smirking.
"What do you mean?" Joanne asked inquisitively.
"It's quite a turn-on," Diana answered. She stood and looked up the road.
"An old man is walking his dog coming this way. Go and stand by your house so he can't see you, and watch his reaction," Diana told her, a big smile on her face.
Joanne looked up the road, saw the old man, and ran up to her house. Diana waited until he was close, then leant into the rear seats, her legs straight but parted, her shorts pulled into her arse crease. The old man got right by Diana and stopped, pretending the dog had stopped. His eyes were locked onto Diana's round arse, only averting his gaze when his dog pulled on his lead making him move off away down the road. The look of disappointment on his face told of complete sadness at being dragged away.
Joanne came running back down from her vantage point.
"Oh my god Diana, he couldn't stop staring at your arse! I saw the dirty look he gave his dog when it dragged him away, I think he'd have stayed there all day otherwise," she squealed excitedly.
"That's the only disadvantage, you can't see their reaction without giving the game away, but it makes me damp down there knowing they're staring at me," Diana answered.
Is it really that much of a turn on?" Joanne asked.
"He's coming back up, it looks like he's only been to buy a newspaper. You do it now, I'll take some pictures on my phone so you can see what he does. No looking back remember," Diana answered.
Joanne went to her car now and started vacuuming, her top riding up so it barely covered her arse. Even from my view, I'd have to take Joanne's word that she had a thong on because there was no sight of it between her pert arse cheeks. The old man noticed well before he got to her, and I saw him fumbling in his pocket. Getting close to her, he motioned the dog to sit and knelt like he was going to tie his shoelace. I saw his hand move and saw a flash of light. He'd taken out his phone and was taking pictures!
Realising she hadn't noticed, he stood again and rubbed at the front of his trousers across his groin. He went to step forward so he'd be closer to her, but then his dog barked. It startled both the old man and Joanne, her turning around coinciding with his walking off. She looked up to Diana and waved her hand in front of her face like she was cooling herself off.
Diana walked down and showed Joanne her phone.
"Oh god, he took pictures? Do you think he was thinking of wanking over me when he was rubbing himself?"
Diana laughed.
"He probably will be when he gets home," she spluttered in between laughing.
I watched as they replaced all of the car mats and shut the doors. Joanne picked up one of the buckets of water and two sponges, and they started to clean her car first, she did the boot while Diana cleaned the front window and bonnet. Water was splashing everywhere, and Diana paused from cleaning when she saw Joanne had stopped and was watching her.
"You okay Joanne?" she asked.
"Erm, yeah, I erm, sorry I was looking at your top," she exclaimed.
Diana looked down at herself. Two big wet patches had formed on the front of her top, right on her tits where she'd been leaning over the car to clean it. Her nipples were clearly visible through the now see-through white top.
"Oops, that's the problem with large tits, they're unforgiving at times when they're in the way."
"Do you have a bra on? They don't look like they're dropping much but I can't see your bra," Joanne asked.
"No, far too warm for a bra," Diana answered.
"Sorry, I sound rude, but with them being that big I expected them to drop a lot more without a bra holding them up," she explained. "Mine are only a 34B so I don't have quite the same problem."
"They're quite firm actually, one of my better qualities now my stomach isn't as flat as my teen years, and my arse is bigger," Diana answered. "Do you want to feel them?"
Joanne thought about it, blushed, then nodded. Diana told her to stand behind her, putting her hands around and cupping them like they were her own. Joanne did so and squealed with delight.
"Wow, they feel great, I'd love to have really big tits like yours," she told her.
"I thought you did, I could feel your nipples poking into my back. And sometimes they're not a good thing, like warm days like today when you're wiping sweat from under them all the while. I bet yours look better though?"
Joanne looked up and down to see if anyone was in the street watching, then lifted her top right at the front. Her tits were very firm and round, dark nipples poking out and pointing slightly upwards. She dropped the top and put her hand to her mouth, gasping in shock.
"You're such a bad influence Diana, I'd never have done anything like that before."
"Flashing that old man has unleashed the beast in you, can't stop you showing off now," laughed Diana.
I'd long since switched off the laptop, knowing I wouldn't do any work at all while the ladies were playing in the street. I was stood in my window quietly just watching, but Diana turned and looked up at me. I don't know whether she'd been wondering if I'd be watching or it was just a coincidence. She waved.
Hey, you ladies having fun down there?" I called out.
"Just making each other wet, you know how it is?" Diana laughed flirtingly.
"If you want to give mine a clean later that would be great," I shouted, flirting back.
I moved like I was leaving my viewing point, but enough to still hear.
"Was that Danny, his upper body is decent isn't it?" asked Joanne.
"Yeah, he's a little older than me too," answered Diana, "his bottom half isn't too shabby either.
"What do you mean, have you seen all of him?" said Joanne, shocked.
I wondered how much Diana was going to tell her.
"Yeah, I've seen him sunbathing in his garden. Ours are quite secluded but I can see into his from my bedroom window. He was out getting an all-over tan when I just happened to be looking," Diana said.
"Oooh, I bet you wished you'd been able to watch for longer. Is he big?" Joanne asked, pointing towards her crotch.
"Well, he's bigger than my hubby put it that way. And hubby was out so it wasn't just a glance at it I had, and not just looking either," Diana giggled.
They both laughed and Joanne slapped her arm playfully and told her she was a naughty girl. If only she knew how naughty Diana was. They finished off cleaning the cars, then Joanne picked up one of the buckets to throw the rest of the water over the cars to swill off the last of the suds. Instead, she cleared the car and most of the water went all over Diana, who stood there dripping wet.
