She always flirted.
Now with her words, but with her eyes. And hips. And lips, legs and arms. The way she swayed her arms whenever she came out to get the paper or check the mail. During the hot, summer months, Christine wore mostly daisy dukes and shorts. She was a slim redhead, and somehow, even after spending days gardening, or running in the sun, she rarely tanned. Her skin remained as alabaster as it did during the winter months.
A recent high school grad, Christine was excited about being 18, and finally having the independence that her parents had promised her. This summer, her independence would truly be put to the test. Christine, an only child, would be spending her summer alone; no parents, few rules. The split level suburban home was all her from late June until mid August. Her parents had been invited a summer long trip to Europe with work friends this year. Unfortunately, Christine was not invited. When her mother had told her of the trip, she looked forward to going, but was quickly disappointed in hearing that she was not going to be able to see Germany, France and Italy.
"Peoria, will do." Christine said, as she sat in her lawn chair in the back yard. Christine slipped on her thick rimmed sunglasses and let the sun bathe her. She glanced around her back yard, and her neighbour's back yard. It was early morning, and no one had come out to walk their dogs or fetch their papers just yet. Christine was feeling a bit free this morning, and decided to have a little fun. She undid her top to reveal perky, B-cup breasts. Her nipples were pink and huge. "Wow." She said, as she jiggled them around, laughing at her silliness.
Christine sat back, and felt the sun on her face. Her red hair spread all over her shoulders. Lisa's right hand rested between her thighs. She rocked back and forth in her chair. Her breasts bounced up and down with every move she made. It was then that Christine had an idea; it was early, no one was around, and it'd been at least three weeks since she last had a "release."
Christine laughed at the idea of touching, rubbing and caressing herself in public. Well, it wasn't exactly public. It was her private property. Her own back yard. The own shielding between her and the street was a tall brown fence that any adult could easily see over. "Once in a lifetime." She said. Christine untied each side of her black cotton bikini bottoms. There she was, in her backyard; her parent's home, completely naked. Her thin, yet slightly curvy body sat in a lawn chair, sunbathing.
Christine could feel the grass between her feet as she nervously grazed them back and forth. Despite being quite calm, she could tell that she was in fact wet. The smell was strong, and her lawn chair was already a bit dampened. Christine spread her legs wide open, and rested each leg on the arm rest of the lawn chair.
The only sounds heard were the birds chirping, and the occasional car passing by. Christine slid her two fingers over her engorged clit. Christine closed her eyes, and figured that if anyone were to come by, she'd be able to hear them, and run. She continued to rub her wet pussy. First circling her clit with her middle finger. Her other hand made its way to her nipples.
As minutes passed, Christine edged, forcing herself to just hold it. She knew that the more she held in her release, the stronger it would be. Her pussy was extremely wet, and her clit was protruding as she rubbed it as fast as she could. Her legs were spread so wide, than any passerby who happened to look over the fence would be able to see how wet she was.
Christine let out small moans. Her moaning and pleasure was so strong, that she hadn't noticed it. She hadn't noticed who, rather. Who had come to see her. Who had come by to pay her a visit while her parents were gone. "Chr-Christine?" A voice called from the fence door. Christine instantly sat up, closing her legs and reaching for her clothing. "Debbie! Oh my God!" Christine cried. It was her mother's best friend, Debbie. Debbie and her mother had grown up together. Not only that, but Debbie had watched Christine grow up, and was pretty much an aunt to her.
Debbie, who at this point had been too embarrassed to speak, closed her eyes and turned around. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Debbie cried. Christine grabbed her bikini top and bottom, sandals and sunglasses and ran into the house.
Minutes had passed. Christine sat in the kitchen, stunned, eating an apple. Debbie sat out in the garden in the back yard, unsure of how to approach her niece. Debbie was an adult. She could handle what she saw. She understood that her niece was an adult as well, and didn't want her to feel any guilt, at all.
