A few years ago Alan had to go to Italy for three months on business. I was tired of being alone and pestered him until he agreed to let me go with him Alan arranged a villa for us about sixty miles north of Venice. It meant Alan had to drive around thirty miles to site every day which he wasn't too happy about.
The villa was beautiful, one of several perched on the side of a hill over looking a lake and village of Lago. Vines climbed its walls and all the rooms had an airy feeling. I spent the first few days visiting Vitorio Veneto a few miles away. It was quite a busy town and I had a lot of fun shopping. One night Alan drove us to Venice and we had a wonderful time. Dining alfresco and wandering around the moonlit streets, it was very romantic.
The next morning we had breakfast together before Alan left for work. I was feeling a little lonely and finding new things to do was disheartening. I was wearing a small cream nightie as I sipped my coffee and stepped out onto our veranda. It was surrounded by a small wall maybe a foot high. It spanned two high windows separated by very wide and high French doors. It was beautiful and I sat on the wall admiring the view as I planning my day.
It was some time before I noticed the men working on a villa across from ours. They were rebuilding walls and renovating the hose. Then I saw him; in his thirties, he was stunning. His body sculptured and tanned, his short cropped black hair framed a striking face. He was wearing a pair of long shorts and working boots, his body gleamed with sweat. I stood staring in a world of my own. Eventually he looked across at me and our eyes met. I was mortified but he gave me a smile and I smiled back before walking back into the house.
I giggled to myself as I had not considered this kind of fun to pass the time. I had no intention of taking him to bed but I liked the idea of flirting and possibly flashing a little to this hunk of a guy. I returned to the veranda a few times that day catching his eye every time. I saw him as more handsome every time and enjoyed watching him work. The other two guys were less attractive, one being quite chubby and balding, the other older, maybe late fifties and quite scruffy. They obviously started work very early and by midday they had stopped for lunch, and what a lunch it was. They would sit for maybe three hours drinking wine with their bread and meats. It seemed my toy boy as I had nicknamed him was as keen at looking for me as I was at him. Watching him from the windows I could see him constantly glancing in my direction.
I spent the weekend with Alan touring around Capri and the mountains. It was beautiful and the weather very hot. On the Monday I went shopping in Belluno where Alan was working, where I bought a dress especially for my toy boy. It was cream and came just above my knee. It had buttons down to the waist and a plain bottom. It was very thin materiel and very light, perfect for the hot days.
One Tuesday I wandered around the house catching the eye of my prey several times, each time receiving a wonderful smile which I gladly returned. I was preparing dinner for Alan and some other contractors so I was a little too busy to play. The next morning I woke after Alan had left and took my shower. I wandered around the house as I dried my hair, a towel wrapped around me. I noticed him working again and could see him glance up at me. I opened the door to let in some air and went back into the room. I could see him glance up frequently now and decided to be a little naughty. Turning my back to him I let the towel drop to the floor, revealing my naked body to him, if only from the back. I quickly picked up the towel and ushered off into another room.
I dressed and returned to the window a few minutes later sipping on a cool drink. Toy boy immediately stopped work and looked up in my direction. It was obvious he had seen me and we exchanged big smiles. I sat on the veranda trying not to be too obvious in my gazes. I sat reading a magazine as I placed my right leg up onto the wall, allowing my dress to slip down revealing all of my leg. I remained like this for some time and could see out the corner of my eye that he was staring. Occasionally I would glance over to him and allow a little smile when I caught his eye. Eventually I returned inside and made some lunch. When I returned to the window they were having lunch again and I didn't want to reveal any more in front of the other two.
I was brooding about what to do over dinner with Alan that night. I hadn't told him what I was up to and was quietly thinking about how to be a little naughtier. Over night I made my plan and the next day I committed myself to speaking to him. I opened the door to the veranda and greeted him with a smile, as he immediately looked up at me. I dressed in my new dress and a pair of flat sandals. My intention was to speak to him as I walked into the village. Around ten I was almost ready. I took a look in the mirror and undid a few buttons to reveal the tp of my breasts. I had noticed the road was below the villa so he would have a nice view.
I left the house and followed the road around the house and down towards the villa. Just before I came into view of the villa I quickly opened one further button. There was a huge smile on his face as I approached the villa and he greeted me with "Bella, Bella"
I quietly said hello as I approached and he stopped work. He spoke in Italian in a soft voice and I felt myself quiver. I replied in English and he smiled before continuing;
"Very beautiful, I see you many days now."
"Thank you, I see you too." I felt like a schoolgirl again.
"Where do you go?" He asked.
"Just into town, shopping."
I was fumbling with my purse and could see him looking at my breasts. I said I would see him later as the other two guys came out and I turned away towards town. Further up the lane I looked down at my top and burst into laughter. My god my tits had been hanging out almost completely. I fastened a button and walked quickly into town, quite excited.
I wandered around aimlessly but soon found a small bar where I had a glass of wine. In fact I sat there for some time and finished at least one bottle possibly two. I sat contemplating what I might do on my return to the house. I hadn't intended to sleep with my toy boy but I was longing for some serious fun. I finished the last drops of wine and began my walk back home. It was around fifteen minutes before I stepped back into the lane leading to our house. As I entered the lane I began toying with my top again. I knew that I had given him a great view of my tits but the wine encouraged me to show more. What the hell I thought to myself as I yet again undid the buttons. The last I undid was beneath my cleavage so my tits were almost hanging out.
As I reached the villa I could hear voices and I almost fastened my top, but before I could my toy boy stepped around the corner of the building and we almost collided.
"Hello again," I blurted, stopping dead in my tracks.
"Ciao," he was very calm and I suspected this collision was intended.
