Sharon spread out her blanket in the backyard. Clad only in a thong bikini, she unfastened her top, revealing her small, pert breasts(the fence was high enough that none would see her), applied sun lotion, and lay back, closing her eyes. She never did like tan lines on the models she'd seen, and even though no one would know if she had any, she didn't want them. She reached over, switching on the CD player, the ethereal, hypnotic voice of Enya (her favorite) issuing forth.
Lillian sauntered out into her own back yard, a light wrap over her curvaceous hips, her dark hair fluttering in the light breeze. She tilted her head at the sound of the CD, walking over to peer through a gap in the fence. "Oh, hello," she said in a pleased voice.
Sharon sat up abruptly, arms instinctively covering her supple young breasts. She peered at the fence, trying to find the source of the voice.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. It's me, neighbor Lillian." She smiled through the fence, and waved over the top.
"Uh...hi, Ms Lillian, I was just...I just.... Mom and Dad aren't here, right now," she stammered as she covered herself with the blanket.
"Oh, hey, don't worry. I do the same, and besides, it's a nice view." She grinned, and then glanced around. "I was just going to make something to drink. Sun tanning alone is lonely... if you want, come over, we can share."
Sharon turned crimson. No one had ever seen her naked except her female doctor. "D-d-drink?" She stammered. "O-o-okay, let me put on some clothes."
Sharon stood, wrapping the blanket around her, bending to pick up the CD player.
"Oh, no, don't bother with that. I'll join you. Come on, nip over, I'll get the drinks." She eyed the girl as she bent over, then smiled to herself and vanished into the house, rapidly assembling a couple of pitchers worth of carefully mixed cocktails.
Working beneath the blanket, Sharon hitched her top in place, folded the blanket, set it and the player in the shade and made her way to the side gate.
Lillian reappeared with a large, frosty pitcher in each hand, dark liquid swimming with ice and mint leaves in each one. "There we go," she said, setting them down on a small table in the middle of the lush grass, where there were already two glasses.
"Come on, pour yourself some." She undid the wrap around her own waist and flicked it out, then casually undid her own bikini top, revealing a spectacular pair of firm, rounded breasts with small pink nipples. She glanced up. "Share the wrap, it's plenty big and the grass is soft." She perched herself down on one corner, pouring herself a drink as an example.
Sharon paused, hand halfway to the pitcher, noticing the movement of the now bare-breasted woman. She forced her eyes to stare at the pitcher, willing her hand to pour a glass. Lillian nodded approvingly, smiling. "My own recipe. I'm sure you'll like it." She scooted down the wrap and lay back onto her elbows, sipping the drink and watching the young girl.
Sharon stared a hole in bottom of the glass, fully aware of the half-nude beauty staring at her. She raised the glass to her lips, sipping. "Uh.... Ms Lillian? This has alcohol in it."
"Oh yes. Just a little though. It's the only way to get the right flavor." The drink was actually quite strong, but the mint and combination of sweet liquors and bitters masked it well. "Don't you like it?" She carried on watching her, admiring the figure.
"Yes, Ma'am. It's very good. You don't mind me drinking it? If my parents ever knew...." She bolted up straight, looking Lillian in the eyes, her own pleading. "You won't tell them, will you?"
