I'd been having fun with the neighbour to the rear of our property for a few months. Several times I'd walked from his house to mine, either naked or semi-naked, without thinking of the neighbours in the adjacent detached property.
They were seldom there, the fence to the garden high, so the only way I'd be seen was from the rear bedroom, which I knew Mr Patterson used as an office. Both he and his wife were regular church-going types, so I thought my aunt would have heard from him if he'd seen me naked.
Not that she or I would have cared what he had seen.
However, one day I found out he wasn't the quiet Christian I thought him to be.
Unlike many girls, I'm not a tanning sort of person. I'm proud of my pale complexion, look after my skin and spend little time in the sun besides running. I like the excitement of being naked or semi-naked outside, so I often sit in the shade on our patio in my bikini.
One weekday I was relaxing outdoors when I heard someone at the fence next door. Looking over my book, I saw Mr Patterson peering at me over the top of our wall. He was startled when he realised I had seen him and feebly waved a brush saying.
'Just treating the fence, sorry.'
If he'd had just been treating the fence, there would have been no need for the sorry. He was facing the wrong way too, so I knew he was spying on me. In answer, I merely waved and pretended to carry on reading.
Knowing he was spying gave me a little thrill, so feeling naughty, I decided to give him something to look at and took off my bikini top, liking the feel of the breeze on my exposed breasts as I lay back.
A few minutes later, I opened my eyes and caught Mr Patterson looking at me, open-mouthed and a little red in the face, especially when he noticed me smiling at him.
He started to mumble an apology, but I cut him off.
'I don't mind you were looking. You can come round for a closer look if you like.'
'But my wife...' he started, and I cut him off again.
'Isn't invited,' then added cheekily, 'unless she'd like to look to.'
He disappeared from view, and I thought I'd frightened him off as it was a good five minutes before I saw our garden gate open and Mr Patterson's face appear. I waved to encourage him, and he looked around before slowly walking up the garden to where I sat on the lounger.
He was an older man late 50s with thick silver hair, nicely cut in a modern style. He was slim, and I knew he kept fit as I'd seen him in the gym several times a week with a personal trainer.
One thing I'd not noticed before was the shape of the impressive bulge running down his left trouser leg. Although there'd not been a situation where I'd been semi-naked in front of him before.
His eyes never left my breasts, and I asked, 'do you like them?'
He nodded yes, then added, 'but should you be out here like this, I mean I saw you, anyone could...'
Smiling, I stopped him there, 'it's kind of private here, but I like people seeing me.'
Then added, 'we are both adults, so would you like to have some fun...' I gestured to his bulge '...you are clearly turned on, and impressively so.'
His face was a little red, and he covered the bulge with his hand.
