It was sunny out. I looked at the lounges. My mind flashed to Kevin. I thought of Kate in her short skirt. I don’t know what possessed me. I decided to go tan. I looked at my bikinis. I knew which one I wanted, but for some reason I tried to fool myself I was considering others. Finally I grabbed the one I wanted.
It was bright yellow. The top was a string halter that tied around the back and around my neck. The bottom was a string bikini that tied on each side. It left a great deal of ass showing. I don’t think I’ve worn it for 10 years.
I put it on and checked myself in the mirror. I could still rock this bikini. I’d never wear it in public, after all, I’m 41, but looked good.
I went outside with a towel and lotion to tan. I moved the lounge so I could discretely see Kevin’s window. He was looking down, I up. So if he looked he’d see more than I could. I lay down on my back. With my sunglasses on you could not tell if I was awake or asleep.
Finally I saw him go by the window. Finally I thought, why was I waiting? What was I doing. But I saw him. He stopped and looked.
I still got it, I thought. I reached up and untied the sting around my neck. Holding the top in place I lay down again. He was still looking.
I reached for the lotion. I squeezed some in my hand and started spreading it on me. I started with my belly. Slowly working my hands towards the bottom of my bikini. My fingertips brushed the band and dipped under the material just a little. Then I worked my way up. When I reached my top I pushed it up a bit. I exposed a bit of the white globe of my breasts. Just a bit of the bottom curve. I rubbed the lotion on.
I looked back at Kevin’s window. He had stepped back a bit but was still watching.
I then pulled the top back in place. This time starting at my neck and shoulders. I took my time finally getting to my breasts. I rubbed lotion almost to the point you could see my nipples. Then I stopped. I actually wanted to keep going. To rub and pull my nipples, but I stopped.
I brought my knee up to my chest. Starting as far down as I could I started rubbing lotion up my leg. As I got the the top of my thigh I put the leg down and continued. I let my fingers brush the crotch of my bikini. I then did the same with the other leg.
I’m pretty sure he watched the whole show. I wanted to run inside and masturbate. I knew I needed to wait to make my show convincing.
I didn’t have to wait long. About 10 minutes later my doorbell rang. I tied the top of my bikini and went in. I thought of putting on a wrap but was feeling a bit wild and horny and figured might as well scare or give whoever it was a thrill.
It was Kevin. He said they’d delivered some of my mail to his house and he was dropping it off. It was just junk mail.
Then he said, “Do you always answer the door in a bikini?”
It was obviously meant as a joke.
I gave it my best flirt and said, “Only for handsome young men. Why do you mind?”
Young? Why did I say young? I could have kicked myself.
“Mind, hell no,” he said. “I’m just going to drop by more often.”