Sunbathing

As I lay on my stomach, I closed my eyes and tried to soak up as much sun as possible. It was a warm day, and the heat felt good on my skin. I loved the feeling of the sun's rays caressing my body, giving me a sense of freedom and relaxation.

My dark brown hair was styled in a pixie cut that I had been experimenting with for the past few months. I loved the way the short hair on the sides felt, accentuating my features, making me feel edgy and confident. It was a drastic change from my usual long locks, but I felt like a new person every time I looked in the mirror.

As I lay on my back in my black bikini, feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin, I couldn't help but smile at the way the tiny thong hugged my curves. It was a recent purchase that had raised a few eyebrows from my husband when I first tried it on, but I had decided to take it for a spin in the privacy of our backyard.

The fabric barely covered my ass, which was one of my best features, according to my husband. I could feel the soft material slipping between my cheeks, exposing most of my lower half and leaving little to the imagination. It was a daring choice for me, as I usually preferred more modest swimsuits, but today I felt like showing off a bit.

The top of the bikini was just as skimpy, with thin straps that barely held it in place. The material was so thin that my soft nipples were enough to tent the fabric, and the cups barely covered my breasts, leaving plenty of skin on display.

I closed my eyes and let out a contented sigh, feeling the heat of the day wash over me. I couldn't help but smile as I imagined the look on my husband's face if he could see me now.

I grabbed the bottle of lotion and gave it a shake to make sure there was enough inside. The warm sun beat down on my skin, and I relished the thought of being able to soak up as much of it as possible. I had always loved this time of year, the feeling of the heat on my skin and the taste of salty air in my lungs.

Starting with my arms, I spread the lotion over my skin, my hands moving in long, slow strokes. I could feel the cool cream against my sun-warmed skin, and I savored the sensation. I made my way down to my chest, massaging the lotion into my skin with slow, circular motions. I knew that my skin looked its best when it was moisturized and shiny, and I loved the way it felt under my fingers.

Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice from the other side of the fence, and I looked up to see Jake leaning over the wooden panels with a grin on his face. Jake was my neighbor, and we had known each other for a while. He was a good-looking guy, with a slim build, dark hair, and piercing blue eyes. He was also a notorious flirt, but I knew that he would never push things too far.

"Hey there, Desiree! Mind if I come over?" Jake asked, a hint of mischief in his voice.

I smiled at him, feeling a thrill of excitement at the prospect of his company. "Sure, come on over," I said, gesturing for him to climb over the fence.

Jake quickly scrambled over the fence and settled into the chair next to mine. I could feel his eyes on me, and I knew that he was taking in the sight of my bikini-clad body. Despite myself, I felt a little thrill of excitement at the thought of his admiration.

"I'll try not to drool on your lotion," Jake joked, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

I couldn't help but laugh at his comment, feeling my body relax in his presence. I enjoyed Jake's company, attractive man that he was, but I had no intentions of cheating on my husband. Still, there was something exhilarating about his attention, something that made me feel young and alive.

"So, what's up?" I asked, as I started to rub the lotion onto my legs.

"Just wanted to see how you were doing," Jake said, leaning back in his chair. "I haven't seen you guys around in a while."

"We've been busy," I said, arching my back slightly as I reached for my ankles. I knew that my pose gave him a better view of my cleavage, but I didn't mind. "I have a lot on my plate these days."

Jake nodded, his eyes tracing the contours of my body. "Well, you look great," he said. "I mean, really great." I felt a shiver of pleasure run down my spine at his words. I knew that I shouldn't encourage him, but I couldn't help enjoying the way he looked at me.

"Thanks," I said, giving him a sly grin. "But don't get any ideas, Jake. I'm a married woman."

Jake held up his hands in mock surrender. "Hey, I'm just admiring the view," he said, his eyes twinkling. "No harm in that, right?"

I let out a throaty laugh at Jake's bold remark, feeling a sense of flattery wash over me. I could feel my heart rate quicken as I stood up and turned around, facing Jake with a grin on my face. With a playful swat on my toned ass, I watched as his eyes hungrily traced the thong nestled between my cheeks. The feeling of his gaze on my skin was exhilarating, and I relished in the attention he was giving me.

"I'm glad you're enjoying the show," I teased him, giving him a cheeky smile. "I like to keep things interesting around here, you know." As I spoke, I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks, the sense of flattery washing over me as Jake's gaze remained focused on my body. I couldn't deny that the attention was getting me a little worked up, and I could feel a tingling sensation between my legs.

Jake's eyes flickered with desire as he took in the sight of my exposed backside. "Damn, Desiree," he breathed out, his admiration evident.

"Glad you like it," I said with a chuckle. "I figured I'd show off a bit, give the neighbors something to talk about while my husband is out of town."

Jake's eyes widened with amusement, and he let out a low whistle. "Well, I have no doubt that you've succeeded," he said, a hint of laughter in his voice. "But I have to admit, I'm not complaining." He leaned back in his chair, his eyes still fixed on my body. "You look amazing, as always."

I grinned at his comment, feeling my cheeks flush with pleasure. "Flattery will get you nowhere," I teased, reaching for the lotion bottle again. I squirted some more onto my hand and began to rub it onto my toned stomach, taking my time to work it in. I could feel Jake's gaze on me, and I wanted to give him something else to look at. As I finished applying the lotion, I turned around again to face Jake. I saw his eyes fixated on my chest, and I looked down to see that my nipples had hardened, pushing through the thin fabric of my bikini top. I couldn't help but chuckle at his obvious reaction.

"Like what you see?" I asked playfully, giving my chest a small bounce. Jake's eyes darted back up to meet mine, and I could see the amusement dancing in them.

"I think it's safe to say that I do," he said with a smirk. "But don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

I chuckled at Jake's words, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. "Well, I appreciate the discretion," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. "But it's not like I'm doing anything scandalous. I'm just tanning in my own backyard."

Jake raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I don't know about that," he said, grinning mischievously. "I mean, have you seen yourself? You're practically asking for it."

I rolled my eyes but couldn't help laughing. "Oh, please," I said, playfully swatting his arm.

Jake's grin widened. "Oh, come on, Des," he said, using my nickname. "Don't pretend you don't know the effect you have on guys. I mean, I've been watching you from my upstairs window."

I felt my eyes widen in surprise, and then I burst out laughing. "Okay, now you're just being creepy," I said, still giggling.

Jake raised his hands defensively. "Hey, I'm just saying," he said, chuckling. "I can't help it if I have a good view of your backyard."

I shook my head, still chuckling. "You're ridiculous," I said, shaking my head. "But I guess I can't blame you for appreciating the view."

Jake grinned, his eyes flickering over my body. "Believe me, I appreciate it," he said. "But don't worry, I won't tell anyone your little secret."

I felt a shiver of pleasure run through me at his words. I knew that I shouldn't be enjoying this, but I couldn't help it. "Thanks, Jake," I said, giving him a playful grin. "I knew I could count on you to keep my scandalous tanning habits a secret."

I couldn't help but feel a little giddy from the attention Jake was giving me. I playfully adjusted my bikini top. "So, are you planning on sticking around to watch me tan?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jake let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "I think I better head out before I get myself into trouble," he said, standing up from the chair. "But who knows, maybe I'll catch a glimpse of you from my upstairs window later this afternoon."

I let out a laugh, enjoying the harmless flirtation between us. "Well, I'll make sure to give you something worth looking at," I teased, running my hands through my hair.

Jake grinned, clearly enjoying the playful banter. "I have no doubt about that," he said, giving me a wink. "You always know how to put on a show."

I felt a thrill of excitement run through me as Jake left, and I couldn't help but wonder if he really would be watching me from his upstairs window. I tried to push the thought out of my mind and focus on enjoying the warm sun on my skin, but the idea of being watched was incredibly arousing.

I adjusted my bikini again, this time tugging at the strings on the side of my hips, feeling a little daring. I glanced up at Jake's house, trying to see if there was any movement in the upstairs windows, but it was hard to tell from my angle.

I stretched out on my towel, my body basking in the sun as I closed my eyes, my mind wandering to all sorts of naughty thoughts. I couldn't believe how turned on I was getting just from the thought of being watched.

After a few minutes, I sat up, feeling restless. I wanted to move, to feel the sun on different parts of my body. I stood up and walked to the edge of my yard, looking out over the plants lining my privacy fence. I knew it was risky, but I couldn't resist the urge to show off a little more.

I adjusted my bikini again, this time pulling it up slightly to reveal more of my hips and the curve of my ass. I glanced back at Jake's house, my heart racing as I wondered if he was really watching me.

As I walked back to my towel, I felt a rush of excitement, my nipples hardening against the thin fabric of my bikini top. I lay back down, trying to relax, but my mind was consumed with thoughts of Jake and what he might be thinking.

I closed my eyes again, imagining his eyes on me, watching me as I stretched and moved in the sun. The more I thought about it, the more turned on I became, my body humming with desire.

I finally gave up on trying to focus on my book and looked up at the window again. The glare made it impossible to see anything inside, but I still couldn't shake the feeling that Jake might be watching me.

It was as if I was putting on a private show for him, and the thought made my nipples harden even more. Before I could stop myself, I reached behind me and unhooked my bikini top, tossing it carelessly behind me, out of reach. I felt a rush of adrenaline as I exposed my bare breasts to the warm sun, and I couldn't help but let out a small gasp.

My nipples were fully erect, begging for attention, and I couldn't resist the urge to run my fingers over them. The sensation was electric, and I closed my eyes, losing myself in the feeling of my own body. But even as I gave in to my own desires, a part of me couldn't help but wonder if Jake was watching, if he was getting as turned on as I was. I felt a thrill of excitement run through me at the thought, and I found myself arching my back, thrusting my breasts forward, and letting out a soft moan. It was almost like I was putting on a show for him, and I couldn't resist the temptation. But as I opened my eyes and looked up at the window, the glare made it impossible to see inside. Was he still there, watching me? Or had he left, not wanting to be caught? I couldn't help but feel a little bit disappointed, even as I knew that what I was doing was wrong. But I couldn't stop myself from wanting more, from wanting to push the boundaries even further.

I shifted my hips again, feeling the dampness between my legs grow more intense as I touched myself. My nipples were hard and straining, aching for attention. With a shuddering breath, I let my hands drift down to the damp fabric of my bikini bottoms. I traced the outline, feeling the wetness soak through the fabric, and bit my lip to stifle a moan. As my fingers worked their magic, my eyes flicked up to Jake's window once more. I wondered if he was still watching me. The thought sent a shiver of pleasure through my body, and my excitement grew even more. I imagined him taking in every movement of my body, his eyes fixed on me as I touched myself. My nipples were so hard they hurt, and I couldn't resist the urge to touch them. I cupped my breasts in my hands, fingers twisting and tugging at the sensitive peaks. I gazed up at the window once more, but it was too bright to see inside. I couldn't tell if Jake was watching me, but the thought of him watching was enough to drive me wild.

Time seemed to slip away as I lost myself in the moment, my hands wandering over my body, exploring every inch of my curves. I traced a line from my breasts down to my stomach, feeling the muscles contract and release under my fingertips. I let out another soft moan, imagining Jake's hands on me, caressing me. My mind was consumed by the thrill of the forbidden, and I couldn't help but give in to the heat and desire that was building inside of me.

As I continued touching myself, my hips instinctively began to move in time with the rhythm of my fingers. My breaths became heavier and my movements more desperate as my arousal built. "Oh, Jake," I breathed out loud, almost involuntarily. It was as if my body had a mind of its own, and my thoughts were only focused on the pleasure I was feeling. My nipples ached with need, and I could feel the wetness growing between my legs. I knew I should stop, but I couldn't resist the urge to keep going. My hand moved in a blur between my legs, rubbing my mound through the bikini bottom. The cool air brushed against my exposed flesh, causing goosebumps to form all over my body. I could feel the heat radiating off my skin, and I knew I must look flushed and flushed with desire.

With a sudden burst of confidence, I reached down and tugged at the sides of my bikini bottoms, pulling them down my legs and tossing them aside. I was now completely naked in my yard, my body on full display for anyone who might be watching. I could feel my heart racing as I continued to touch myself, my fingers working quickly and expertly to bring me closer and closer to climax. I could feel the tension building inside me, my entire body on edge as I teetered on the brink of orgasm. "Oh god," I moaned, my voice hoarse with desire. I closed my eyes and let my mind drift, imagining that Jake was standing at the window, watching me with rapt attention. I could almost feel his eyes on me, drinking in every inch of my naked flesh. The thought was enough to push me over the edge.

My back arched off the towel, and my hips lifted off the ground as I reached the edge of climax. I knew I was close, and I wanted to savor the moment. "Oh, yes," I moaned. "Just a little more." As the tension inside me continued to build, I felt my body start to shudder with pleasure. My toes curled as I finally reached my peak. I cried out, my entire body wracked with spasms of pleasure.

I lay there, panting and gasping for air, my body feeling like it was on fire. I closed my eyes and tried to catch my breath, feeling the sweat dripping down my skin. My fingers were still inside me, and I slowly withdrew them, feeling the slickness and stickiness of my own juices. But as soon as I pulled my fingers out, I felt a sudden emptiness, and my body craved more. I knew I shouldn't, but the thought of doing it again was too tempting. So, with shaky hands, I spread my legs wider and plunged my fingers back inside me, moaning at the sensation.

I started off slow, moving my fingers in and out of my dripping wet core. But soon, I needed more. I curled my fingers inside of me, searching for that spot that would make me see stars. I found it and began rubbing it in a circular motion, my hips bucking up off the ground. My other hand reached up to my breasts, cupping and squeezing them, pulling and twisting my nipples until they were hard and aching. The sensation sent waves of pleasure through me, making me moan and writhe on the towel. As I picked up the pace, the fantasies in my mind grew more and more explicit. I imagined Jake coming up behind me and taking me roughly, pressing me down onto the towel and driving into me with all his might..

As the pressure inside me grew to unbearable heights, I saw a vague shadow moving behind the glass. With a guttural moan, I felt my body explode into orgasm, a white-hot intensity that left me gasping and shaking. But it didn't stop there. Suddenly, I felt a new sensation, a gushing and squirting that soaked the towel beneath me. As the fluid flowed out of me, I felt my body convulse and contract uncontrollably. My toes curled, and my hand dug into my breast, gripping my nipple tightly as if it were the only thing keeping me anchored to reality. My back arched off the towel, and my hips lifted off the ground as every muscle in my body tensed and then released in a never-ending cycle of pleasure. It felt like I was being electrocuted from the inside out. The sensations were overwhelming, and I found myself moaning Jake's name over and over again, my voice raw and raspy. I bit down on my hand, trying to stifle the sounds escaping from my mouth, but it was no use. The pleasure was too intense, and I couldn't contain it. My body was completely out of my control, and all I could do was surrender to the ecstasy, leaving me gasping for breath and covered in my own fluids. The towel beneath me was soaked through, and my body was still twitching with aftershocks.

I slowly opened my eyes, gasping for breath. My entire body was drenched in sweat, and my chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath. I could feel the sticky wetness on my thighs and the soaked towel beneath me. With a trembling hand, I reached down to touch myself, sliding my fingers along my slick folds. I could feel the wetness still oozing out of me, my body still trembling with aftershocks. I brought my fingers up to my lips, tasting the sweet, salty flavor of my own arousal. It was intoxicating, and I couldn't help but taste myself again and again, savoring the heady flavor. The sound of my own moans echoed in my ears as I licked and sucked on my fingers, lost in the sensation. I looked up at the window, my heart racing. Had he seen me? Was he watching me right now? The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the idea.

I lay there, panting and dazed, my mind blank except for the memory of the pleasure that had just consumed me. For a moment, I wondered if I had imagined the movement behind the glare in the window, but it didn't matter. Nothing could take away from the intensity of what I had just experienced. I slowly sat up in the chair and looked over at Jake's window. I couldn't tell if he was there, but a part of me hoped he was. I felt slightly foolish for what I had just done, but I couldn't deny the thrill and excitement that still lingered in my body.

My body was humming with excitement as I picked up my bikini and soaked towel. As I walked toward the house, I made sure to sway my hips seductively, every movement calculated to give him one last tantalizing glimpse of my curves. The grass beneath my feet felt cool and prickly, and the air caressed my skin in a way that made me shiver with anticipation. Once inside, I closed the door behind me and leaned back against it, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I tried to catch my breath. My eyes were still dilated with pleasure, and my cheeks were still flushed with heat.