This is a story, telling the experiences I had with my gardener spread over almost two years - to not disappoint potential readers who only love to read stories with a lot of sex: this is not one like that ;-)
During covid period I did not travel as much as usual and as you know in the UK you have to try to enjoy every sunny day, because there are not so many.
That Thursday was really very hot and sunny and I decided to do some tanning in my garden. Except for the bathroom window of the neighbor nobody can see me, so I was topless reading a magazine.
Every Thursday I also have the gardener coming over. He works for about one hour every week, year in and out, all four seasons. Normally he arrives around 3pm so I put my alarm on my phone on 2.45 so I can get inside to get some clothes on. I love to do some gardening myself and he is used to seeing me helping out a little bit since I can learn from him at the same time.
I felt myself snoozing away, closed my eyes and put the magazine over my face to protect myself from the sun, while trusting the alarm to wake me up. It was more than one hour before he would arrive so there was enough time for a short nap.
Suddenly a voice calling my name woke me up. The gardener was standing there. He was exceptionally early that day and used the spare key of the garden gate I gave him, in case I am not at home. Being in the garden I can't hear the doorbell either and he used to use that key more often than not.
He surprised me and automatically, I took the towel I was laying on and hid my naked breasts. He smiled and apologized.
I was wondering how long he had been standing there watching me. I am used to going to naked beaches and public saunas and things like that, but it always feels awkward when someone I know personally sees me like this, caught and totally unexpected.
The gardener is a young man, halfway his thirties and handsome. His strawberry blond hair was always in one of those messed up styles that made him look a bit wild, but of character, no doubt a guy with a good heart.
I went inside and grabbed the first T-shirt I found and we started to work in the garden as usual. The thoughts that he could look at me half naked started swirling down and made me feel horny. It was a while ago I felt my nipples react this way and it didn't take long before they were trying to pierce my white T-shirt.
I didn't take the time to put a bikini top or bra and my breasts moved freely under my shirt while doing the garden.
After 15 minutes I had enough of it cuz it was too hot for me. I went back to the sun bed for some more lazy tanning, this time with my bikini. It did not take long before I opened the back of my top while I was laying face down.
I was thinking of going topless again - why would I not let him see my tits? So I turned around, face up, and threw away my top.
"You already saw them anyway," I heard myself saying to him and then "guess you don't mind?"
"Of course not," he said and something like "it's your garden so you can do as you please".
From under my shades I saw he was looking at me more than once. My nipples got darker and harder because I really found it exciting to do this. My bottom part was the kind with strings and knots at each side and some ropes leading to a small triangle in the front and a larger one covering my ass.
When I lay face down I usually pull it between my cheeks to tan as much skin as possible. The presence of the young man around me, gave the tanning an extra arousing feeling which I liked and brought me back in daydreaming about my stay at the naked resort a few summers ago.
I got thirsty and got up to go to the kitchen. I made no effort to hide or to put back on my top and walked proudly with shoulders back and tits forward. When I came out of the kitchen I walked straight to him, offering him a small bottle of fresh water. We had a short chat about what to do with some of the plants, while I watched his eyes going up and down all the time.
Apparently I almost forgot how good it felt to be (half) naked in front of other men, beside my boyfriend.
Teasing him like this made me wet and I started fantasizing about naughty things. I knew he was married and just became father of a son some months ago, so I quickly put away my bad thinking.
I was enjoying to be that exhibitionistic woman again, and was amazed and happy I could display that behavior in my home country. Never thought that to happen!
At the end of his hour of work I went to the terrace of the house, the place he used to come to get paid and have a beer. The only thing I changed was my little heeled sandals to make my legs a bit longer.
It was quite hot to serve him a beer while I was topless. So hot and sweet to see a man drooling, trying to hide his arousal, talking about nothing and everything, avoiding any erotic topic but looking clearly at my sexy assets!
I told my boyfriend about this a few days later and he too thought it was hot and praised me.
"So from now on you will be topless when your gardener is at your place?" he asked.
I said "sure, coz it seems you like it and he don't mind so it will only depend on the weather to decide!"
"Good girl!" he said, to motivate me even more, "and I am sure you even like it more!" Christian opined.