Exhibitionist & Voyeur: A bikini mishap awakens Melonie's exhibitionistic desires.
Exhibitionist, voyeurism, wife, public nudity, beach, bikini, embarrassed, neighbor, party
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Melonie pushed away from her computer and rubbed her eyes. The lines of code she wrote had started to blend into one another. It was almost 5 PM anyway. After spending eight hours staring at a screen, she wanted to enjoy one of her favorite things—the feel of summer sun on her skin.
As much as she loved the sun, though, the sun didn't love her back. Her skin was so pale that she turned lobster red unless she coated herself in SPF 50 sunscreen. She peeled off her work clothes, a pair of yoga pants and a tank top. One of the advantages of working from home was the lax dress-code. She put her long, wavy black hair in a ponytail to keep it out of the way before applying an SPF chapstick to her full lips. Then she picked up a bottle of sunblock and smeared some over her button nose and high cheekbones. She made sure her entire heart-shaped face was protected, careful not to get any in her large brown eyes. She continued down her long neck, then her slim but toned arms and legs, before moving to her back and round ass. She worked up to her taut stomach that showed just the faintest lines of defined muscle. Lastly, she coated her bell-shaped breasts. They weren't huge, large enough she could fill out a sexy top, but not so large that going braless for the day was painful. She coated her light pink areola and large round nipples, even though her bikini would more than cover them. Her nipples were sensitive, and she just liked the little jolt it gave her.
Once she was sufficiently protected from UVB rays, she pulled a green, tie-on bikini from her dresser. It was one of her favorites because it covered enough of her ass and C-cup boobs to be considered decent, but left just enough skin exposed that she still felt a little daring. She admired herself one last time in the mirror. It was moments like these that made her believe the pain of a Brazilian wax was worth it.
Her phone buzzed. She looked down and saw she'd received a text from her husband, Darren.
Won't be home for dinner. Deal fell through and I've got a mess to clean up.
Melonie pouted to herself. Darren worked as a real estate attorney, and sometimes his work swallowed him up. But added to her income, it did allow them to afford this house in a nice neighborhood, only a fifteen-minute walk from the beach. During the summer, Melonie went to the beach often enough to recognize the regulars. Those who were her closest neighbors she even knew by name.
She slipped on a pair of sandals to save her feet from the burning sand, as well as a sun hat and a large pair of movie star sunglasses to protect her eyes from the sun's glare. Melonie grabbed her beach bag and folding chair as she stepped out the back door of her house. The lawn was starting to get a little overgrown, but they had enough secrecy with their high fence not to hear complaints from the homeowners association. The mowing could wait for the weekend.
When Melonie arrived at the beach, she saw several of her neighbors dotted along the sand. She spotted Sheryl and Zack sitting close to the water. She gave them both a wave and a smile. Sheryl was a very petite little woman, barely 5 feet tall. She had dishwater blond hair, a plain face, and an almost flat chest. Zack, on the other hand, was 6'5" and very broad-shouldered. Melonie was often curious about how they accomplished sex. Even if Zack were just proportionally endowed, he'd probably split his tiny wife in half. But she kept those questions to herself. They'd only known each other socially for about a year. The couple had been the first to introduce themselves when Melonie and Darren moved in just after getting married. They chatted for a moment before Melonie just sat back, enjoying the warmth of the sun. That, coupled with the rhythm of the choppy waves, had her drifting on the edge of sleep.
"You still with us, Melonie?"
She snapped back to consciousness to see Bill standing a few feet from her. Bill was their next-door neighbor and perhaps Darren's best friend. He seemed like a genuinely good guy, and she liked him well enough. She especially enjoyed the little thrill she got when she'd catch him checking her out. He tried his best not to look like he was—he was just terrible at hiding it. As was evident by how often he lost at cards, Bill had no poker-face.
He was already setting down a towel, and he sat down quickly, probably to hide the evidence of the physical effects she was having on him. He looked a little ridiculous. Even though Bill lived in the same affluent neighborhood close to the beach, he never thought to invest in beach towels. Instead, he used bath towels—a very single-guy-living-alone type of choice.
Bill was slim and tanned. She didn't find him super attractive but considered him more puppy-dog cute, with shaggy blond hair and blue eyes.
Melonie's type was tall, well-muscled with dark eyes and dark hair. Luckily, she had married a man just like that.
"I was actually getting close to falling asleep." Melonie sat up a little straighter in her chair.
"I debated whether or not to bother you, but I figured if you were unconscious for too long, you might get a sunburn."
She briefly considered torturing him by asking if he'd help her reapply sunscreen, but that seemed pretty close to crossing a line. She figured it would be best if she had a little swim and then headed home.
"I should be okay for a little while longer, but thanks for the save." She stood, stretched somewhat dramatically, and said, "I'm gonna go into the water. Does anyone want to join me?"
"Sure," Sheryl said, while Zack just shook his head no.
Bill looked at her, drawing his knees up to his chest, "I'm gonna stay here for a while." Melonie could tell he was nervous.
She took off her sunhat and glasses, setting them on her chair before slipping off her sandals and walking quickly to the water's edge. The wet sand didn't carry the same sting as the sand higher up the beach. The water splashing over her manicured toes was warm, almost like bathwater. Melonie and Sheryl waded out into the water until Melonie was neck deep, and Sheryl's feet hadn't been able to touch the ocean floor for a while.
"Bill has it bad for you, doesn't he?" Sheryl asked, bobbing up and down in the water.
"He's not great at hiding it."
"Not at all!" Sheryl paused for a second. "Have you two ever—"
"What? No. He's cute and all, but I'd never cheat on Darren."
"I'm not talking about cheating, I—" The next wave was enough to pick Sheryl up and move her towards the shore.
"Listen, the waves are getting bigger, maybe we should head in," Melonie said.
Sheryl's eyes went wide, and from the pull of the water, Melonie didn't even have to turn her head to know a big wave was coming.
She felt the pull of the undertow, right before the wave hit. It knocked her off her feet, and her world spun. When she came up, she couldn't see Sheryl. Her heart lurched, then she saw the small woman's head break the water's surface, just in time for the next wave to hit. Melonie had always been a strong swimmer. Sheryl, on the other hand, was struggling and coughing when her head breached the water again. Melonie swam towards her.
