All characters are eighteen or older.
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If you've read any of the other "The Birthday Suit Club" series you know how this all started. If not, then here is a brief recap. I was severely burned, including my face, as a child which lead to me becoming very reclusive as a teenager. My sister, Gail, decided that I needed to have more social contacts so she made a bargain with me to have some of her girlfriends from college come over and tell me their exposure stories in exchange for me letting them into my home.
This may not sound like much to you, but if you can imagine what I've endured of people's reactions since the fire, you may be able to appreciate what it takes for a teenage boy to risk rejection from girls.
On my part I agreed with two conditions; one that the lights be kept low to minimize the risk of the girls' reactions, and two that I be allowed to write these stories down. Gail agreed provided I ensured that the girls' identities be concealed.
I record these stories and I try to write them in the girl's own words. When Mrs. Layton (not her real name) arrived we introduced ourselves and she handed me a picture. It was a younger version or herself and a teenage boy standing beside a backyard swimming pool. The background was bushy hillside. Mrs. Layton told me that she was ready to tell about something that had happened to her seventeen years before, but that because of some of the people involved she would have to leave out some of the details.
I told her that whatever she decided to tell me or not was completely up to her. She asked me how old I thought she was in the picture. I told her that she looked to be in her mid-twenties. She told me that she was 33 years old when the picture was taken. Then she asked my how old I though the boy was and I told her he looked about 17. She told me that he was 22, a college graduate and that at the time of the picture he was working for a national law enforcement agency. When I asked which one she declined to tell me the name. She continued, saying that the picture was taken shortly after the story that she was about to tell me.
It seems that at the time this incident occurred she was living in an eastern state with hilly terrain. She had gotten divorced from her first husband around a year before and still hadn't gotten back into the dating scene. One Saturday she was cleaning the house when someone knocked on the front door. She went over and peeping through the peephole saw three men in suits on her front porch. When she opened the door the oldest one flashed a badge and told her that they worked for a national law enforcement agency and that they urgently needed to talk to her. Being the typical law-abiding type she invited them inside.
The agent who had shown her his badge told her that time was critical so he would come right to the point. They had a surveillance team hidden up the ravine behind her house. The team was watching another house that was located on the far side of the ravine. His organization believe that drugs were being shipped through the area by the people in this house. Unfortunately something had alerted the people in that house and they had started searching hillside near his surveillance team's location.
What the agency needed was to distract the searchers before they found the team. Mrs. Layton interrupted her story to tell me that the agents all turned red with embarrassment at this point. What they wanted was for her to provide the distraction the surveillance team needed to make their getaway. When she asked how she was supposed to do that, the senior man, who was obviously mortified to be in this position, said they hoped she would go out by the pool in a bathing suit and thus distract the searchers.
When she hesitated, they pointed out that time was of the essence. She quickly agreed and went to change. Once in the bedroom she decided that in this case less was more and so she put on the bikini she had purchased for a family's trip to Florida when she was seventeen. She hadn't worn it since and had only keep it as a souvenir of the vacation.
When she had it on she saw in the mirror that the suit, which had never had an abundance of material, was even less concealing now that she had developed a slightly more womanly figure. She was about to change to something else when one of the agents cried out for her to hurry. Throwing discretion to the winds she hurried out of the bedroom, across the living room, pass the agents and out the sliding glass doors to the poolside.
She had hurried outside, but she still hadn't been so fast that she hadn't heard the softly spoken wows that the agents had murmured as she passed by them. She left the glass doors open so she was able to hear the agents speaking from inside the house. One of them told her to make some noise to attract the searchers' attention. She asked herself, what would a person normally do by a pool that would be noisy? So she did a cannonball dive into the pool.
When she surfaced she thought that by now that she probably had their attention she needed to get out of the water where they could see her in her tiny bikini. So she climbed out of the pool and decided to further attract attention by stretching. She stood up on her tiptoes to flex her legs and reached her arms up and way back. This resulted in her having everybody's attention, because the minuscule bikini top flipped up leaving her boobs completely revealed.
Mrs. Layton said that she was so startled that she couldn't move for several seconds then she tried to get the top back in place, but that as soon as she got one boob inside the top and started to push the other, the first one would pop out.
After what seemed like forever, she simply said the hell with it. Everyone looking had seen what she had been trying to conceal. Besides this was sure to distract the searchers. So she simply untied the knots on the bikini top and tossed it over onto one of the pool chairs.
One other factor that she was surprised to have noticed in herself, she was enjoying putting on the show. She told me that she had never thought about being an exhibitionist, but that she was really turned on, in fact, it was the most erotic experience she had every had.
Mrs. Layton said she went over and laid face down on a pool lounge. She hadn't been there for more than a couple of minutes when she heard one of the agents in the living room softly call out that while that they searchers had stopped when she lost her top now they were beginning their search again.
