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?"
"Oh no, of course not." She smiled. "If you never drink even a little bit, then when you finally do, you'll get hit harder. Rather drink up now, while it's safe." She finally looked away from the girl, gazing around the protected garden. "Now get that costume off, else you'll get tan lines."
At the words that their secret was safe, Sharon gulped the drink in sheer relief, then realized what she had done and giggled. She set the glass down, and not wanting tan lines, unfastened her top, laying it aside and pouring another glass; firmly aware that she was half nude in front of another person. Wow, all of a sudden it didn't bother her that she was topless, as well, before the hottest neighbor she'd ever seen.
Lillian smiled approvingly again, returning to admiring the girl's shape, her own breathing quickening slightly in response. She managed to keep her voice light and even as she watched the faint flush from the alcohol spread. "Bottoms too, if you want. I hate tan lines." She sipped from her own glass and set it aside, settling back to watch.
"Ummmmm," Sharon hesitated, looking around, seeing the fence as high as hers. Really, she reasoned, what if anyone else DID see her? She stood, hooking her thumbs in to the thin straps and slipped them, collapsing onto the spread to sit cross-legged, her trimmed pussy and lips exposed. She reached for her glass and took along drink. This really WAS good!
The warm day caressed their bodies with golden rays. Lillian stood and faced away, slowly sliding down her own bikini bottoms, bending to slip them off her feet, her hairless slit peeking at Sharon between her thighs. There may have been a faint glisten on the full, shaven lips as she bent, or it might have been imagination. She sat back down on the spread and appeared to relax.
"Ah, that feels better. Just like at a nudist colony. Have you ever been to one?"
Her glass at her lips, Sharon cast her eyes over the "big girl", giggling into her glass. "No, Ms Lillian." Giggling again. "I've heard they're just one huge, continuous orgy. Mom and Dad would NEVER let me go to one." She drained the glass and lay back, liking the feel of the sun and the spread.
Lillian laughed. "Oh god yes. Pretty much constantly. Oh, they like to pretend they're all innocent and family-friendly and everything, but... well, the things I've seen. Like, this one time, there were these two women on one side of a low wall, and this guy and his girlfriend on the other, and they were so... well, busy... they didn't even know the others were there. Got quite a fright when they all eventually stood up." She laughed, taking another sip.
Sharon giggled at the story, rolling onto her side, propping her head on her hand; as she unfolded her legs, her foot knocked over a glass and she laughed merrily, "Sorry, Ms Lillian. Accident." She giggled again, touching Lillian's foot with her free hand.
