The women in the books I was reading didn’t feel any shame about fucking a married man, so I decided that I shouldn’t feel it either. Besides, Rose had told me that Charlotte had been a real cow in high school so she had it coming. I’d noticed that Eric seemed to be working shifts because he was often at home during the day, several days in a row. When I noticed that he was in I’d put on my smallest bikini and place the sunbed in plain view of his patio. I knew that he was watching me and I ran my fingers along my curves, adjusted my bikini bra and took plenty of time every time I turned around.
After a few days of this teasing I decided that I had to do something else. The next time he was home during the day I brought out some old rackets and a foam ball. I was wearing my tiny, white bikini that got almost completely transparent when it got wet. When Eric came out on the patio I waved at him.
“Excuse me, Mr Conner,” I called out and ran over, pleased to see his eyes firmly lodged on my bouncing tits.
“Please Helen,” he smiled. “Call me Eric. Mr Conner is my dad.”
“OK, Eric. I’m tired of just lying still in the sun. I need to get up and do something, but there’s nobody at home. My parents have gone to stay with my brother and his wife for the birth of their baby and my friends are all working or away. I found these rackets and a ball. Fancy a game?”
“Sure, why not? I’ll get fat if I spend all day just sitting down.”
We started playing, using the short fence between our gardens as our net. Normally, I was neither sporty or competitive, and had I played with anyone else I would’ve let a lot of balls go. But I wanted to show off my body so I jumped for the high balls and dove for some that were obviously out of my reach. We both built up a sweat. After a while Eric stopped the game.
“I need a drink, can I get you a coke?”
“Yeah, thanks,” I smiled at him.
As he walked into his house I got the hose out. When he walked back out I turned on the water and showered myself with it. I felt my nipples going erect and I knew exactly what he could see. My pink nipples were now showing through the transparent material and my thin line of pussy hair above my slit was showing that I was a natural redhead. I smiled at Eric, pretending not to realise what the water had done to my bikini.
“Ah, that was wonderful. Do you want some water?”
“Erm, no thanks, a cool drink is enough for me,” he was struggling to keep his eyes off my tits.
We had our drinks in silence and then we played some more. We were both getting tired when I made a last dive for a ball and my bikini top came undone (which had nothing to do with the fact that I’d secretly been loosening the knots at my back). I stood there, as though I was shocked and didn’t know what to do, giving Eric a long look at my firm tits. I knew that he couldn’t be seeing many big tits like mine since his wife was basically flat chested.
“Err… Helen,” he said and I quickly covered my chest with my hands and pretended to be embarrassed. He walked up to me and handed me the skimpy outfit.
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