Sarah's Summer of Being Seen

This series takes place after the events of 'Sarah's Lingerie Fashion Show'. While reading the other tale first may help introduce the characters and provide some context for previous events, this was intended as a (mostly true) standalone story.

I am Sarah's husband Brian, but during this series, I'm treating the narrator and Brian as two separate people.

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In the aftermath of trying on lingerie in front of her brother's neighbor Jacko, Sarah feared that some awkwardness would creep into their previously easy-going flirty friendship. After spending years teasing him, he had ultimately seen her completely naked. Her main question was 'now what?'

She needn't have worried.

The first time they saw each other again was almost 2 months later when Sarah was dropping off her sister-in-law Joy after a shopping trip and Jacko just happened to be there working on some sort of scheme with her brother Pete.

"Hey Jacko, how've you been?" she inquired.

"Better now that you're here." he replied. "Been out shopping have you?"

"Ya," Joy jumped in, "mostly summer clothes for when this snow finally leaves."

The two women took turns taking articles of clothing from the shopping bags and holding them up. Eventually Sarah held up a swimsuit.

"I think we should have a fashion show." Jacko suggested with a wink.

Sarah raised an eyebrow while Joy replied with a single word, "Perv."

They continued to alternate holding up pieces of clothing, with Sarah purposely avoiding one item. At last, she reached the bottom of the bag and held up a knee length knitted vest.

Jacko attempted to speak, but his throat went dry as memories came flooding back of the final piece of lingerie Sarah had modeled, a vest that left her exposed from the waist down. He eventually croaked out "I sure do love a woman in a vest."

It was the reaction Sarah had been looking for, but she still blushed at the compliment.

"Do you want me to try it on, just for you?" she asked in a sultry voice.

The vest was a clothing accessory. It's mesh-like weave was meant to conceal nothing. He wasn't sure how she would try this on in her brother's house, but he wasn't going to pass up this chance over logistics. He made eye contact and slowly nodded.

Sarah had a mischievous smile on as she put it on over her clothes. She was even wearing a spring jacket under it. "How's this Vest-Boy?"

"Not quite what I was expecting." he replied with a chuckle, "But I do have a very vivid imagination."

The true meaning of the flirty banter was lost on Joy and Pete, since the four people involved in the lingerie showing had stayed true to their words and hadn't shared details of the encounter, except with Sarah's husband Brian.

When Sarah arrived home later that afternoon, she mentioned to Brian about running into Jacko.

"So how did that go?" he asked, aware that she had been worried about some initial awkwardness.

"Actually, it went pretty smoothly." she replied. "He was his normal flirty self, and I was too. It was almost as if the lingerie hadn't affected anything."

"Almost?" Brian probed.

"I've always enjoyed flirting with Jacko, but it was always just teasing. I could talk the talk without going further." she explained, "With the lingerie I finally had to either put up or shut up."

She paused as she searched for the proper words. "Now I'm not sure I can put the genie back in the bottle. Instead of making flirting awkward, it's like I unlocked a new level of flirting."

"Que sera Sarah?" he asked, using a code they had between them.

"Exactly." she confirmed. "I'm not going to flash him every time we meet, but I won't go out of my way to avoid situations where that's a possible outcome."

They saw Jacko a couple of times over the next month with nothing unusual happening. Then came Joy and Pete's first party of the spring.

Brian's work is especially hectic between April and July, working 7 days a week with lots of OT. That's why he decided not to attend the party. His plan was to drop Sarah off, relax in front of the TV, maybe catch some sleep, and Sarah could call when she was ready for a pick up.

She had already chosen a pair of low-rise jeans that looked great on her. Since it was still early spring and the evening would surely turn cool Sarah was trying on sweaters but had gone through several without finding the combination of warm and flattering.

"Can I make a suggestion?" he offered.

"Certainly."

"Your pink zip up hoodie." Brian proposed. "You can put up the hood when it cools down. And if you plan on any flirting, the zipper allows you to control the amount of cleavage."

She tried it on, studying herself in the mirror as she adjusted the zipper. "Good call. Now to pick out a bra."

"I don't know if that's necessary." he replied, "It looks fantastic like that."

Sarah looked back at the mirror and turned side-to-side as she considered his suggestion. "I suppose it depends on my goal for tonight. My blue bra would push the cleavage up and out...great for teasing, but it'd get in the way if I tried a flash." After another moment studying the mirror she made her decision, "Screw it. Que sera Sarah."

Afterwards he dove Sarah to her brother's house. There were 30 or 40 people, most standing around the backyard talking while Sarah settled in with a few people sitting around the bonfire.

After half an hour Jacko and Roy came over to talk. Roy was a dump truck driver who lived in the house on the opposite side of Jacko's. Despite weighing 400 pounds and owning a belly that hangs lower than his testicles, the guy oozes confidence. This being early spring he was wearing a shirt, something that would become rare once summer arrives.

The 'official story' was that Georgina, the widow who owned the house gave him free room-and-board in return for Roy being a sort of live in handyman.

Since no one had ever witnessed him doing anything other than motor around the neighborhood on her ride-on lawnmower, most people on the block speculated that 'live-in handyman' was code for 'Georgina hasn't told her adult children about their relationship.'

Sarah on the other hand, just thought Roy was a freeloader who was exploiting a lady's loneliness. Since she also had a couple of creepy encounters with him, she tried to avoid him as much as possible.

Roy took the empty seat beside Sarah. "Tell me the shower story." he demanded.

The shower story was a well-known tale amongst this group. It was about the time Jacko accidentally saw Sarah naked from behind in the shower room at the indoor pool. Roy had been living next door long enough that she was mildly surprised that he hadn't heard it by now.

"You should ask Jacko," she said, partially turning in her seat, "he tells it better than I do."

Jacko stood behind her chair and leaned over her shoulder to talk. He was afforded an unobstructed view down her cleavage, but since one of the goals of the evening was to flirt with him, she decided not to acknowledge it, at least not right away.

"I already told him the story." Jacko chimed in, "He thinks I'm bullshitting."

Roy's chair didn't have armrests, so he had started to share Sarah's. With her partially turned her right breast came close to the arm rest and she felt Roy's hand brush across the side of her boob. The contact was brief and subtle, and she wasn't even sure who had caused it. She almost apologized for bumping his hand but realized that she had likely given the old bugger a thrill, so she pretended not to notice as she started telling her story.

"I forgot my towel and asked to borrow his. I expected him to place the towel just inside the door but when I finished my shower, I turned to find him standing there holding it."

"Holding...it?" Roy asked, while making the jerking-off motion.

"No, the towel you jackass." she replied with a laugh and an eye roll.

In reality Jacko had only seen her from behind, but after promising to keep the willful exhibitionism of the lingerie show a secret, they had agreed that he could change details of the accidental nudity of the shower encounter so he could brag about his full-frontal view.

She took a quick peek at Jacko and saw him give her a subtle smile and a nod, indicating that she had correctly guessed which version he had told Roy.

While she was looking at Jacko a finger flicked across her nipple. When she snapped her head around, Roy was staring into the bonfire and flexing his fingers like he was trying to work through a cramp. Had she bumped his fingers again? Improbable but not impossible.

Ending the story here would have been the safe play, but Sarah figured why not tease the old miscreant. "I dried off, handed him back his towel, got dressed and we left."

"Sarah!" her sister-in-law Joy called from across the yard, "Can you help me in the house?"

Without thinking she spun around to reply, "Coming!" and in doing so her right boob was pointing directly toward Roy.

Jacko also turned at the sound of Joy's voice, so no one else witnessed as Roy cupped her breast. As Sarah fixed him with a raised eyebrow, he gently bounced the boob the way you might check the weight of a melon at the supermarket. "I still call bullshit." he said as she slapped his hand away and headed for the house.

Joy and Sarah were preparing some snacks and a folding table for outside when the door opened, and Pete entered with a dozen wet people in tow. "It's raining hard out there." he informed them.

"You're all dripping!" Joy exclaimed, "At least go down to the basement."

As the wet crew descended the stairs into the unfinished basement, Sarah peeked outside.

There were several smokers huddled in Pete's garden shack, a few crowded around the trunk of an elm tree hoping the foliage would shed at least some of the water and some who had accepted the night was over and were starting to leave.

Sarah looked toward Jacko's and noticed there were only 3 shadowy figures on his vast porch, so she went outdoors and ran in that direction, being welcomed by Jacko, Roy, and Polly. If she had recognized Roy earlier, she would have chosen to remain at Joy and Pete's.

Polly on the other hand was a favorite of Sarah's. A fiery, tattooed 22-year-old with a raspy voice and the vocabulary of a trucker squeezed into a 98-pound body. She has about the same level of modesty as Sarah, which is how Brian came to have multiple sightings of her A-cup boobs. Unfortunately, a former boyfriend had made her self-conscious of her spectacular inch-long pencil eraser nipples, naming them 'dog food nipples' because they reminded him of the cylindrical kibble he fed his pets. She continued to use the name, and after a titty flash she would apologize for her 'dog food nipples' as if they were a fault rather than a feature.

Sarah immediately noticed that both men's attention was focused on Polly's wet t-shirt. Its dark color prevented it from turning see-through, but it was plastered to her body causing her nipples to be very prominent. The t-shirt was paired with yoga pants that emphasized her pert bottom.

Sarah took a quick look down to take stock of her own situation. The thicker material of the hoodie meant that although it was stuck to her, it wasn't quite as revealing. However the zipper was partway down, and the water dripping from her hair was creating a little river that was running across her tits, emphasizing the contours of her DDs before disappearing into her cleavage. She looked up to see that her cleavage had captured all 3 sets of eyes.

Jacko was the first to address her. "Polly saw the trampoline Georgina's grandkids have next door and said she used to be a competitive jumper. We're trying to get her to show us a few moves."

"I didn't say jumper, I said trampoline athlete," Polly corrected, "and have you not noticed that it's raining?"

"Just because you have a sweet ass doesn't mean that you're made of sugar." Roy crudely interjected, "Besides, you're already wet."

Sarah would have loved to side with Polly against the boys, but had to admit, "It would be cool to see some moves."

"Ok, but if I'm going back in the rain, you three idiots are coming too." Polly relented.

The group delayed leaving Jacko's porch until the rain reduced in intensity from torrential downpour to steady drizzle. They then descended the steps and crossed into Georgina's yard.

Polly removed her sneakers and climbed onto the trampoline. She did a few jumps as if testing the condition of the apparatus before increasing the intensity. She had been drinking, the surface was wet, it had been 3 years since she last competed, and this wasn't a competition trampoline, so she didn't do a true high-flying routine, but it was plain to see that she had trained for years.

Her A-cups were moving around enough to keep the two men entertained and her nipples in a permanent state of hardness. After a few minutes she stopped jumping.

"Ok Sarah, come up here and I'll teach you a few tricks." Polly offered.

Sarah realized that jumping in her braless state while wearing a zipper hoodie probably would lead to a surprise appearance of her DD-cup titties. While one of the goals of tonight was to tease and possibly show Jacko some skin, she wasn't overly eager to include Roy after his earlier behavior. After a momentary hesitation she decided to file this under 'Que sera, Sarah' and let fate take control.

She removed her shoes and climbed on the trampoline. Polly started off with pretty basic instructions, but once she realized Sarah wasn't a complete novice, the started skipping ahead to more complex skills.

As the jumps got higher Sarah noticed that her chest had grabbed the attention of Polly as well as the two men. When her body reached the apex of jumps, her boobs would remain weightless an instant longer, causing a lot of cleavage to become visible above her neckline. The opposite was true when she would land.

During a break, the ladies were facing each other as Polly explained the next skill. She had occasionally been touching Sarah to demonstrate how to position parts of her body, so Sarah didn't immediately react when Polly reached forward and tugged the hoodie zipper down an extra inch or two.

Sarah raised an eyebrow towards her, but Polly just winked back at her and carried on talking like nothing happened. Since Polly's back was to the two men, they didn't realize anything significant had happened.

But significant things started happening immediately. Even on her first couple of low bounds as she sought to create momentum there were tan lines visible in her cleavage with the amount of pale skin increasing as she gained height.

Next to make an appearance were the tops of her areolas that would peek out as she crested her jump, before hiding themselves as gravity brought her back to earth.

With her entire nipple's reveal imminent, Sarah stole a look at her audience. Polly was wearing a Cheshire cat smile and seemed rather pleased with the situation she had created. Even though this was an encore performance for Jacko, his face revealed a childlike awe at what he was witnessing. Roy was watching her through the screen of his cellphone, because of course he would.

It was time for Sarah make a decision: continue jumping and let Roy own a video of the instant her boobs inevitably came spilling out of her hoodie or bail out and ruin Roy's money shot. Before she could decide she felt the trampoline movement alter and noticed Polly start to jump, then rapidly adjust her timing until the two women were in sync.

Polly's smile was infectious, and the friends started to laugh like fools as they joined hands and bounced while turning in a circle around the center of the trampoline while the rain poured from the sky.

Then the inevitable happened and Sarah's nipples came into view at the pinnacle of every jump before sliding back out of view, all while Roy continued to record.

Polly let go of Sarah's hands and pulled her own t-shirt up and hooked it behind her neck, completely exposing her own tits. Then she looked directly at Sarah and raised an eyebrow, the challenge was thrown down.

There was really no choice at that point. As much as she feared how reckless Roy would be in possession of the video, Polly had joined her as a show of support, and she couldn't very well abandon her. She lowered the zipper all the way and her own boobs sprung into view.

They put their hands on each other's hips and continued to orbit the center of the trampoline while their boobs occasionally brushed together on the way up or down.

Sarah stole a look at their voyeurs. Jacko made eye contact and slowly nodded while Roy seemed frustrated as his wet fingers and the damp screen combined to foil his attempt to adjust the zoom on his phone.

Suddenly lightning flashed followed almost immediately by the boom of thunder. Polly was able to stop jumping gracefully and pull her shirt down, but Sarah staggered around and crashed chest-first into the netting before escaping the trampoline.

She was halfway back to Jacko's porch on a dead run before remembering that her hoodie was wide open. If anyone at the party was facing this direction they would see her exposed DD's bouncing, but she was currently prioritizing survival over modesty. Only two things genuinely terrified her: lightning and for some odd reason, moose.

She quickly climbed Jacko's steps, then doubled over with her hands on her knees, partly to catch her breath, partly to marvel at reaching relative safety from the storm.

She was still hunched over with her boobs hanging down on display when she heard the steps creaking.

Polly was first to join her, pausing to give Sarah a reassuring pat on the shoulder. Next came Jacko who dropped her abandoned sneakers on the porch.

The third was surprisingly Brandon, an eighteen-year-old from down the block who had arrived hoping to do a little underaged drinking. He had been finishing a beer as the last person remaining in the garden shack when he noticed Pete's practically topless sister approaching. He was now here for a closer look.

The final person to arrive was Roy, who slapped Sarah on the butt, breaking her trance. He then lowered his bulk into a protesting chair, while patting his knee. "Have a seat and I'll protect you from the storm."

Sarah flipped him off, then zippered her hoodie and started to compose herself.

The wind picked up, the thunder intensified, and Pete and Joy's backyard was empty. The party was over.

Sarah called Brian to come get her and asked him to bring something dry to wear home.

Jacko found an umbrella and used it to walk Polly to the curb when her drive came to pick her up.

When Brian texted that he was 5-minutes out Sarah asked Jacko to use the umbrella to get her dry clothes when they arrive, and she headed inside.

She went to his bathroom, stripped out of all her wet stuff, and toweled off. It felt great to be dry again after being totally soaked for so long.

When Brian arrived, he texted to tell her that Jacko was on his way in with her robe. She looked at her nude reflection in the mirror, put her hand over her mouth and texted Brian a pic along with "Oh my, whatever shall I do?"

After sending the text she did briefly consider, "what the hell is my actual plan here?" The massive mirror would mean that once the door opened, she would be visible to anyone standing in the hallway even if she tried hiding behind the door. The decision was to either be wrapped in a towel or be nude and proud.

There was a knock on the door, and she was hit by inspiration as she improvised an alternative plan.

Sarah opened the door and stood facing Jacko, him holding a grocery bag with a robe in it, her holding an arm load of wet clothes. The clothes prevented him from seeing her nipples or her well-trimmed bush, but the contours of her hourglass figure made it obvious that she was naked behind this obstruction.