I woke up, placing my feet on the floor and stretching my arms out over my head languidly. The morning sun coming through the bedroom window warmed my skin, making my exposed nipples and slit tingle. I had taken up the habit of sleeping nude and my husband didn't seem to complain. In fact, as he exited the ensuite bath he gave me a low whistle and complimented me. I think if he had his way I'd never put clothes on - at least at home. I just waved him off with a smile, did my business in the bathroom, and slipped on a robe heading downstairs to make breakfast. My husband was about to leave on a trip and I wanted to make sure he was well fed. It was the small acts of kindness that kept our mutual flames burning.
After we shared the meal he gathered up his things and I followed him out to the garage. He slapped the opener as he crossed the threshold and began loading his bags in the car. There was a slight chill in the air, causing my nipples to perk up beneath the thin robe. We kissed goodbye and I stood in the open garage door waving to him as he pulled off. A strong breeze blew through just then, lifting up the bottom of my tiny robe and nearly exposing me to the neighborhood. I shivered in arousal and quickly pushed the edges down as I scampered back into the safety of the house.
As I did chores around the house I fantasized about what might have happened earlier. What if it had blown my robe up to my waist, exposing my trimmed pussy and pert bum to the neighbors? How would I have felt looking over and seeing the man across the street admiring me bottomless? What if instead of scurrying back into the house I just looked at him confidently, inviting him to ogle me? Or instead if it had gusted so hard the tie had come undone and the robe had blown completely open, revealing not only my bare pussy but my aroused nipples? Would I have hunched over in embarrassment covering myself with my hands or instead planted my hands on my hips and stood confidently in my bare skin? I'm not sure I had the confidence to do the latter in either case but acting them out in the fantasy of my mind turned me on immensely. I fanned the top of the robe, getting a breeze going down my inflamed skin beneath.
Later on as I lugged a basket of laundry out to the garage I realized I'd left the roll up door open. As I loaded the washer I thought back to my earlier fantasies. My senses heightened as I leaned forward, the hem of my robe barely covering my firm behind and moist slit. I listened carefully but the neighborhood was quiet. In the few minutes it took to complete the task I didn't hear a single car or person, just the hum of the breeze and rustle of the leaves.
We had an old couch in our garage as we sometimes used it for hanging out. It sat facing out the door. The heat of my body overrode my better judgment as I sat down and then slowly spread my legs. My hands reached down, toying with the hem of my robe as it barely managed to preserve my modesty. As the quiet persisted I began to act out one of my fantasies. I reached up, untying the belt and spread the robe open. There I sat, facing the door, in full view of anyone that walked by or even the neighbors across with my legs splayed open and my nude body on full display. I consoled myself that I was deep into my garage, so the risk was low that anyone could actually see me.
After a few moments of simmering in lust, barely managing to keep my hands off of myself, I stood up letting the robe fall off behind me. I now didn't even have the safety of something to quickly cover me if I was discovered. Still for some unknown reason I wanted more. My senses had been on high alert and it felt like my body had awoken to its sexuality. Now that I'd had a small sample, I just wanted more. My bare feel slapped softly against the concrete as I walked towards that yawning entrance to the garage. I hedged my bets as I pressed my body up against the wall beside it, peeking around. I spent several minutes looking and listening but I hadn't heard a single other person since I'd left the house. Shivering in arousal, I stepped outside the door and onto the driveway. I was now completely nude in public, even the flimsy excuse of being in my garage discarded. I took several steps forward, feeling the sun beating down on my exposed skin like a million warm kisses before I sat, lifting my knees up and spreading my legs, leaning back on my hands, exposing everything to anyone that cared to look. I was more turned on than I'd ever been it felt.
I bit my lip, fighting the urge to touch myself right there for the whole neighborhood when suddenly the sound of a dog barking shook me out of my haze. I turned down the street and saw my neighbor walking his dog this way and in moments he'd be offered a view only my husband and gynecologist had seen of me! I paused for a moment in the fantasy, imagining just offering up a coquettish wave as I sat sluttily exposing up my charms to him before the reality of that washed over me like a cold shower. I stood up and dashed back into the garage, slapping the button to close the door. I should have gone completely inside the house but for some reason I stood there next to the door leading inside the house, eyes silently urging the main door to slide close faster and provide me with some cover. Luckily before the neighbor came in view it slammed shut.
I shook with mirth and arousal, both confused together. What was I thinking? Then with an impish though I fished my phone out of the pocket of my robe and took a nude selfie by the main door. I texted it to my husband with a teasing "You left the garage door open when you left. I went out to do the laundry like this and almost gave the neighbors a show! What would you have thought of that?"
My phone pinged back with his response. "I'd encourage you. In fact, next time I leave you for a business trip I expect you to see me off just like that!"
"What's in it for me?" I text back.
"I'll tell you what, you have some risque adventures while I'm gone, send me some proof, and I'll let you ride my tongue for this weekend. You know you enjoy that!"
