Lisa looked herself over in the full-length mirror. She was wearing a new bikini, and while she probably wouldn't be wearing it to the beach, she thought it looked good enough for the backyard. The top was a bandeau, not super flattering on her D cup breasts, but it would keep her shoulders free of tan lines. The bottoms were little more than a thong, but she didn't mind. The only person who would see her ass hanging out today was her.
She admired the way it looked on her curves. After having 2 kids, her body seemed to sag more than it used to, but she didn't mind. All the same, this suit was for her eyes only, and she would enjoy the time she had to be in it while her husband had the kids out of town for a camping trip.
Lisa slathered on sunscreen, grabbed a towel and water, and laid out by her pool.
About 10 minutes had passed when she heard a cheery voice call out. "Hi, Mrs. Charles!" Lisa looked around to see the neighbor's daughter peeking over the fence.
"Hi, Amber! How are you, sweetie?" Lisa responded. She liked the girl, a fun, bubbly brunette, with an easy laugh.
"Do you mind if I join you? Our backyard has so much shade that I can't get a tan over here."
"Of course! Come on over! The gate should be unlocked!"
Amber walked over to the gate and let herself in. She was wearing a bikini already, with flip flops and a sheer cover up, and carrying a folding lounge chair and a cup. She set up her chair - next to Lisa, but so that her head was by Lisa's feet. "It's so we can actually see each other while we chat," Amber explained with a giggle, as she pulled a towel from a bag that had been on her shoulder, a magazine, and some sunscreen.
Amber covered herself as best as she could, then laid face down on her chair, untying her top as she did so, and asked, "Mrs. Charles, would you mind getting my back?"
"Of course not, dear." Lisa sat up and held her hand out for the bottle. She squirted some of the lotion onto her hands, briefly rubbing them together to warm it up, then rubbed it onto the younger girl's shoulders and down her bare back.
She noticed the full coverage bottoms that Amber was wearing and remembered her own lack of coverage. Lisa blushed with embarrassment at first, but told herself not to worry. Amber would understand the concern of tan lines, and wouldn't be critical of an older woman's body.
Lisa continued rubbing the lotion in to the young, taut body, and admiring it's lack of rolls and wrinkles and stretch marks. She allowed her hands to wander slightly on the sides, almost but not quite feeling the softness of the girl's pert breasts.
"Can you get my upper thighs as well, please?" Amber didn't seem to mind Lisa's wandering hands, and, in fact, seemed to encourage the exploration.
Lisa squirted more lotion on her hands and focused her attention on the area right above the back of Amber's knees. She felt Amber readjust her legs further apart, then she felt her hands wander up. She rubbed in the lotion, and briefly, as though on accident, ran her thumbs between the girls thighs, and gently touched the strip of fabric there.
Amber, though the touch was brief and gentle, let out a slight moan. In response, Lisa felt her nipples harden, and looked down to see them clearly peeking through the fabric of her top.
It had been a long time since she had felt anything like this for another woman. In college she had done her explorations of the same sex, but had never considered it again since her marriage 15 years ago. Lisa shrugged it off, and laid back down on her lounge chair, pulling her sunglasses down from on top of her head.
Amber turned over, holding her top carefully as she did. Lisa, from under her dark sunglasses, looked at the tiny triangles barely holding in the girl's breasts. Though they were smaller than Lisa's - a B cup she guessed - the top was pretty much just covering nipples. To her surprise, Amber reached up to the ties around her neck and undid them as well, leaving the bikini top completely unfastened and balancing precariously on her chest.
Lisa's eyes widened in surprise. Her jaw must have dropped too, because Amber only giggled and explained, "I figured you would understand about tan lines, since you don't have straps, either. In fact, if I were alone like you were, I'd go topless."
Somehow Lisa gathered her composure. "I've certainly thought about it. If I were young again, I suppose I would, but not after pregnancy and breastfeeding. If you'd like to, feel free. My husband and the kids are away for the weekend, so it's just us girls here today."
Without hesitation, though tantalizingly slowly, Amber reached across her body with one hand, and gently lifted away the top to reveal her hardening nipples on top of the small, perky mounds. All the while, she held eye contact with Lisa.
"Are you sure you really don't mind, Mrs. Charles? I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable. If you don't want to see my tits, I'll put it back on," Amber held the top up, her arm extended over the bag she had left on the ground.
