Shelley had this nice new bikini. It was an emerald green and she looked terrific wearing it, even if it was a bit daring. She'd bought it with some of the money she got for her eighteenth birthday. The only problem she had with it at this stage was the fact that it was just a little smaller than her previous bikini. OK, it was a lot smaller. It still covered her adequately (her opinion, not her father's) but what it did show were tan-lines that demonstrated the difference between this bikini and her previous one. Something had to be done.
Her solution was quite simple. Before she wore the new bikini to the beach she'd give it a few outings in her own backyard, letting the sun work on those pale strips. An easy and effective solution that just entailed her lazing about outside on a sunny day. She could manage that.
Arriving home early of Friday, having a half-day off work, Shelley decided to take advantage of her free time and a hot day to do nothing but relax under the sun. She put on her bikini, grabbed a large towel, and headed out into the privacy of the backyard.
Not quite as private as she'd thought, she realised, on finding that the man from the gardening service was in the yard, clipping the hedges. The lawns were freshly mowed and the edges had been trimmed so the hedges were the last thing he had to do and they were nearly finished. He'd be gone very shortly, she decided, so she could ignore him.
Shelley hadn't seen this particular gardener before. He was a big, burly, man in his thirties. The bulk he had seemed to be muscle and beef, not fat. Probably, mused Shelley, because gardening could be quite strenuous work at times. Far too strenuous for her, that was for sure.
While she was laying the towel down on the grass Shelley noticed that the gardener was giving her the eye. Never averse to having men look at her she proceeded to put on a bit of a show, bending and stretching as she put the towel down. Moving around she adjusted the towel until it was just so. Doing this involved quite bit of bending over, sometimes facing towards the gardener, sometimes away, but that couldn't be helped.
Shelley was showing some remarkable cleavage with that bikini just standing straight. Bending over she was prepared to bet that remarkable graduated to phenomenal. Also, a bikini that was tight across her bottom was really tight across her bottom when she bent over. She was willing to take bets that the gardener was stricken with instant lust. Fortunately, he was only using a hedge-trimmer, not a chain saw. Highly unlikely to have a nasty accident with a hedge-trimmer.
Deciding enough was enough Shelley started to settle down onto the towel, noting that the hedge-trimmer had stopped. Good as far as she was concerned. It meant the gardener was finished and would be going. She might even be able to take her top off.
"Before you lie down, I'll give you fifty dollars to repeat that little display without your bikini."
Shelley started, head swivelling to find the gardener standing fairly close, looking at her with an amused smile.
"Excuse me?"
"Oh, I think you heard me."
She looked at him. Had she just been insulted? And what precisely did he mean?
"Do you know how insulting that remark was?"
"No. How insulting was it? I thought I was flattering you, sincerely appreciating what is a very beautiful form. I was just wanting to see a bit more of it. You will note that I was willing to put my money where my mouth was."
Now she didn't know what to think. Was he really flattering her? Not that she'd take her bikini off, but it was stimulating for him to have asked. She was blushing slightly and she knew it.
"Well, yes, I guess it's flattering in a way, but you can't really expect me to take my bikini off. I mean, I'd be naked."
"I prefer nude to naked. A nude is a thing of artistry and beauty and deserves to be seen. Looking at you I see a form that embodies artistry and beauty and nude is the way it should be viewed by an appreciative spectator."
She was being appreciated, not blatantly flattered, and certainly not insulted, she decided. She could enjoy that knowledge, not that it would get her bikini off.
"Yes, well that's all very well but you can see that I can't really take my bikini off. What, be nude in front of a man? What if you tried to touch me?"
"Listen, ah, what is your name?" "Shelley."
"I'm Jordan. As I was about to say, listen, Shelley, if I was going to start touching you I'd already be doing it. I mean, you're right here in front of me, but I haven't touched you. In the same vein, I could easily have grabbed you and peeled your bikini off myself, but you'll notice I haven't. All I've done is offer fifty dollars for you to take it off. Think about it. It'll be fun and won't hurt anyone. And fifty dollars is fifty dollars."
She looked down, trying to think this through. He had a valid argument. He hadn't tried to touch her and he was big enough and strong enough to take off her bikini and she wouldn't have been able to stop him, but he hadn't tried to. He'd just argued his point and like he said, fifty dollars was fifty dollars. She flicked a little look at him. He was twisting a fifty between his fingers. Rotten man. He was deliberately tempting her.
"What exactly do you want me to do?" she asked, feeling very unsure of herself.
"Just take off your bikini and turn around slowly so that I can see and admire you, that's all," he said with a smile. "No need to do all that bending and stretching you were doing before."
She blushed slightly. They both knew she'd been deliberately showing off. She nibbled on her bottom lip. All she had to do was take off her bikini and turn around once so he could see her. No-one would know. No-one would be hurt by it. As he'd already pointed out, he wasn't trying to get his hands on her. He would have done that already if he was that way inclined.
