Shade, Sun, and Neighbors Ch. 03

For a few days after our adventure at the quarry, our time passed in everyday activities, so we had no opportunity to get together with Carrie and Steve, let alone to try other new experiences if we felt the urge and had the courage. That changed the following week.

Since the incident at their pool when Steve caught me in an inadvertent display, I noticed that our neighbors were trying to be more discreet if they knew we were out on our patio or in the yard. For that reason, I was not surprised to see them eating lunch on their patio, dressed in shirts and shorts. They would have seen me along the vine-covered fence between our two yards, carrying a basket and snipping flowers and greenery for a bouquet I wanted for our table. I too was wearing shorts and a light sleeveless blouse.

Concentrating on my task, I did not see them approach. Carrie said, "Hi, been awhile. How are our new neighbors?"

I was, at that moment, leaning over to reach a particularly pretty bloom, and when I looked up, Carrie and Steve stood just across from me. Although it was not as severely embarrassing as Steve's previous unexpected appearance, I must have blushed all the same: in that position, my blouse would have hung away from my chest, giving him an unobstructed view of my breasts.

The need for a bra that afternoon never occurred to me. The ability to do without a bra might be seen as an advantage by some. Even so, part of my previous attitude toward my tiny breasts had arisen from the frequency of innocent occasions that might result in unintended shows, and because they were so small, a view down my blouse, as opposed to the blouse of a woman with larger breasts, usually included my entire breast, all the way down to my nipples. Reflexively, I straightened up and talked with them about nothing special, just the usual small talk between neighbors, and we all silently seemed to agree that what had been seen had not been seen.

Steve was not the type to leer, and Carrie always had the ability to say the right thing in order to put everyone at ease. Nevertheless, in the back of my mind, I was trying to figure out why I would be able to sit topless amongst strangers one week, and feel embarrassed about a friend's accidental peek at my breasts the next week. If I had the time to ponder the question, I guess I would have concluded that doing something daring in front of strangers offers the security of knowing that I would probably never have to face the witnesses again, whereas a friend, especially a next-door neighbor, would be a constant reminder of what I had done. After all, wasn't I still a bit self-conscious in front of Steve because of his seeing me nude that day?

There at the fence, though, I did not have time to ponder the question and did not consider the issue beyond the point that struck me first: Steve and Carrie are friends, and the people at the quarry were not. With that in mind, I continued talking to them, and I also went back to snipping flowers. Trying to act as if unaware of my exposure, I leaned over for several more flowers, took my time in snipping them, and felt the breeze and Steve's eyes enter my blouse and sweep over my nipples. I also found that I could reach while turned sideways and give him a view of my breast through the loose arm hole of my blouse. During all the time I was allowing this display, I was still embarrassed (this sort of behavior was not yet normal for me) only now the embarrassment included some excitement.

I wondered if Steve could perceive my excitement, if my nipples showed my feelings to him. I also wished William would come out and see me stretch my boundaries again. Unfortunately, William was busy elsewhere, and Steve and Carrie soon went back to their house to get on with their day's business as well. Before she left, though, Carrie winked at me and said, "You're a cutie."

Back inside, I could barely hold on to the vase as I arranged my flowers in it, because my heart was racing once more. This time, I did not have to wait for William to return from out of town, and I went upstairs to look for him and tell him what happened. Again, he reacted with what I'd call amazed disappointment, and again I could try to recreate the scene by showing him how my blouse gaped open when I bent over or reached to the side. And once again, we wound up in bed, whispering and then almost shouting to each other about what we've done or might want to do.

Over dinner, we talked more about our neighbors. I said, "Have you noticed how they're trying to make it so we won't feel threatened?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, today for instance. They had clothes on to eat on their patio. If you think about it, the only times we know that they've been outside nude are when, for all they knew, we weren't home, and we definitely weren't outside. What I mean is, they're trying to be our friends on our terms,"

William replied, "You could tell them not to worry, that we're cool with whatever they do at home or in their yard."

"I don't know if I want to do that."

"Hey, I'm not saying that just because I figure I'll get to see Carrie nude more often."

"Oh, I know you didn't mean it that way. Still, you wouldn't mind it, I bet." He just smiled. "Anyway, I guess what I'm considering is that I want us to be their friends too, their friends on their terms."

"You want to be nude with them?"

"I can hardly believe my own ears, but, yes, I'm curious about how it would feel. Still, thinking that's what I'd like to do and actually doing it are two different things. You may have to help me."

"How? By taking your clothes off and tying you up outside by the gate?"

I laughed. "That would be one way, just not what I had in mind."

"So what did you have in mind?"

"I don't know right now. Let me think about it."

Another chat over coffee with Carrie pushed my thinking about it even further. She didn't exactly say that they had seen down my blouse the other day, but she mentioned that I appeared to be getting more comfortable around them. I had not planned to tell her about our visit to the quarry, but I wound up doing just that. She was happy to hear about my topless afternoon.

"You may be ready to get in the pool again soon." I didn't know what to say, and she went on, "I'm only teasing, Linda. Why don't you and William come over for a swim this evening after dinner? It should be a cool way to finish a hot and humid day. And come any way you feel comfortable. Moving at your own speed is best."

So William and I found ourselves walking over to their yard in the evening light, not sure what we were getting into. I was wearing my bikini and a pair of shorts over the bottoms. William wore his little suit and had a towel draped around his shoulders. Just the opposite of me, Carrie wore her bikini with a short tee-shirt over her top.

Steve was the big surprise. He was in the pool, and we could see that he was nude. Carrie noticed our surprise and said, "You don't mind, do you? I told Steve about your trip to the quarry, so he thought he could return to his old habits."

William answered, "No, it's fine. Your pool, your rules." I had to make myself stop staring into the water to try to get a clear view of his penis and listen to hear if any rules applied to us.

Carrie said, "The rule is be comfortable." William got in the water right away then, but Carrie and I lingered, taking our time to remove our extra clothing. "How comfortable are we getting tonight?" she asked. I was just stepping out of my shorts, a bit self-conscious about Steve seeing my revealing bikini, even though he'd seen more of me before, and I turned to ask Carrie what she meant. She had pulled her shirt off over her head, but still held it in her arms, covering her breasts. She wasn't wearing her bikini top. "Would William mind?"

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind at all." My expression must have shown some uncertainly, though.

"I guess I figured as much. So how about you, then? You okay with me this way?"

"Yes, like William said, your rules."

"I mean that I don't want you to feel pressured. If I go topless, it doesn't mean you have to."

"Well, just not right now. But thanks. Maybe if you give me some time."

"You take all the time you want," Carrie said, and she dropped her shirt on a chair, calmly revealing her breasts to our view. William tried not to stare, but I knew he liked what he saw, and Steve looked proud to know that his wife could get that sort of reaction from him.

We swam for a while and talked about various beaches, and we naturally brought up our time at the quarry. Steve wanted to know William's opinion of how Carrie compared to the women there.

He was still trying not to stare, but said, "Carrie would look great on any beach." She smiled and thanked him, and he added, "Linda would look great on any beach too. At the quarry, she was the most beautiful one there. I mean, I already knew how pretty she was, but she convinced everyone else too."

"I wish we'd been there," Steve said.

I was blushing and thanked them both. Looking at William, I sensed he was hoping I would join Carrie in going topless again. At the quarry, I sat up topless to kiss him when he gave me a similar compliment, and moving closer to him in the water, I kissed him again. To Steve and Carrie, it would have looked like I was kissing him because of his compliments to me, but I was also whispering to him. "If you want to untie my top, you can."

He whispered back, "I'd rather watch you untie it," and stepping back, he said aloud, "Go on, you're lovely."

Steve and Carrie were watching intently. She stood up enough to get her breasts above the water line, as if to encourage me by example. I was standing in the shallow water as my hands, shaking nervously, went to my back to find one of the knots holding my top up. My eyes were fixed on William as I loosened the string on my back, loosened the other string at the back of my neck, and pulled my top away from my breasts. It was only a few seconds I stood there before I tossed the top over by a chair and quickly lowered myself into the water. The experience was almost overwhelming, because at the same time I was feeling so self-conscious about my tiny breasts, baring them for our friends also made them seem so prominent. In the clear pool, my breasts would still be visible, but I felt more at ease that way.

Finally, I was able to look at Steve and Carrie, both of whom were smiling and otherwise not making too much of a fuss over my exposure. Steve simply stated, "You look beautiful."

Because I was so small, the water did not affect my body this way, but I couldn't help noticing how Carrie's breasts were more buoyant in the pool, and Steve's penis, even though it was not erect, was standing up under the water. Anyway, with their help, then, I soon became as casual as they were about being seen.

Of course, being in the water made it easier for me, but after an hour of swimming, we decided to go inside for drinks, and I wondered how I would react when I got out of the pool. Steve and William got out first, and Steve began toweling off. "We don't want to drip too much on the floor," he said, and he was making no effort to hide his penis from view.

I felt Carrie elbow me in the side. "I didn't think he could resist a full-frontal show."

"No problem," I answered. "To be honest, I like seeing his penis," and then I stopped talking, afraid I had said too much.

"I'm glad you like it. By the way, I hope you don't mind if I take a look at William's body."

Looking his way, I wasn't sure what William was going to do. Steve told him, "You can put your suit over the chair and wrap a towel around yourself."

He moved somewhat tentatively and looked back at Carrie and me in the pool, seeing us watching him rather eagerly. I smiled at him encouragingly, and then William hooked his thumbs in his suit and pulled it down and off. He was trying to keep his back turned toward us and strip his suit off quickly, but it was too wet to come off easily, and we still saw quick glimpses of his penis when he had to step out of his suit and when he was drying his legs before he could use his towel to cover himself again. Steve kept his towel in his hand, but did not cover himself. The two of them then went inside to fix the drinks, giving us a moment to get out of the pool and out of our bikinis.

Carrie was quickly out of her bikini, and she asked me, "Was that William's first time nude outside?"

"Yes, he surprised me a bit. Besides me, you're the first woman to see him without his clothes. "

"If you don't mind me saying, he has a nice body, at least a very cute bottom. He'd make a few women turn to look on any nude beach, and you can tell him I said so. Anyway, I'm going to wrap a towel around myself too. You want one also?" Standing there half nude, I did not think I could feel comfortable with such a flimsy covering, so I opted to remove my bikini bottoms and put my shorts back on.

Before I could dry myself and put them on, however, Steve put his head out the door to ask Carrie where some glasses were, and he got another look at my bare bottom. In fact, both Carrie and I were nude, facing away. I was about to grab a towel to cover up when Steve put his head back inside and called, "Hey, Will, you should come over here and see this."

Waiting only a moment, I then saw William at the door, looking at our backsides and seeing me nude in front of Steve, just as he said he had wanted to see me after that first time in front of Steve. For an instant, the idea of turning around and remaining completely nude struck me as fun and exciting, but the thought passed. William's big smile may have inspired the notion, yet seeing his tight grip on his towel perhaps kept me from taking that next step.

I even started to feel my nerves again then. Going inside, I wanted a towel, but to wrap around my top. That would look strange, though, so I remained bare to the waist as I stepped into the brightly lit room overlooking the pool. William seemed uneasy in his towel, but he beamed a great smile when he saw me come in that way.

The rest of the evening passed more casually than I would have imagined. Steve was completely nude, Carrie and I were topless, and William wore only a towel, but we kept up a friendly conversation and enjoyed ourselves. In fact, somewhere along the line, Carrie let her towel come undone, and nobody reacted. Well, I'm sure William noticed, but with her seated, he could not see that much more of her.

His towel also would not stay tucked in at his waist while he was seated, but unlike Carrie, he kept it over his lap. When we finally got up to leave, however, the loose towel meant that we all saw his bottom again before he could gather it around his waist. Carrie, on the other hand, stood and let him see her fully.

William tried to act nonchalant, but the sight of her must have distracted him enough that he knocked a bowl of chips over. When he rushed to pick them up from the floor, his towel came undone again, and this time his hands were full. Although he had his back to us, we could all see his penis dangling beneath him as he crouched on the floor. Carrie smiled, but she said nothing, figuring that William would not want that kind of attention.

He surprised me a bit, though, as we were leaving. With Steve and Carrie in the doorway to see us off, William left their towel on a chair on the patio, but didn't put his suit back on. He also kept his back to them until we were just off the patio, where he turned, one hand over his penis, and waved goodbye with his other hand.

I let my shorts drop so that we could both walk back home nude, and after a few steps, I turned to wave goodnight to our neighbors, covering my pubic hair with my other hand as William had done. Our neighbors watched us until we reached the gate. The distance and the darkness gave us enough courage to turn toward them for one last wave, and although it felt thrilling, I think they could not really see that much.

The thrill was plenty for us, though, and we spent a lovely couple of hours in bed recalling our feelings and making love. When I told him how Carrie and I could see his penis while he was getting dried off and while cleaning up the spill, his orgasm soon followed.

A couple of days later, I told William that I had thought more about going nude with Carrie and Steve. He looked at me intently. "Go on, I'm listening."

"I don't know how to ask any other way, so I'll just say it: Do you think you could go first? I mean, when it comes to deliberate acts, I've mostly been the one to show something."

"When it comes to accidental acts too," he laughed.

"Right, but each of the times that I was aware of what I was doing, all I did was expose my breasts, and that's not showing that much."

"That's showing the very best, I think."

"You're sweet to say so. Anyway, what I'm getting at is this: if I'm going to bare all, I'm going to need more encouragement."

"No problem. I can be a one-man cheerleading squad whenever you need me, and I'm sure Steve can be counted on to say nice things too."

I laughed again. "No, really. Words of encouragement are fine, I just need more, I think."

"So what can I do?"

"You remember how you offered to take off your suit at the quarry. You didn't even ask me to take mine off first, you just offered to remove your suit if that's what I wanted."

"If you had told me to go ahead, I don't know that I could have done it, though." He waited for what I had to say next.

"I know I told you to keep your suit on because I didn't want to take mine off then, but if the offer's still open, I think I can go as far as you can. I just need you to go first. But not like the other night at their pool. You have to be nude and face us too."

"A dare, huh?" William seemed to be considering the idea, a little hesitant now that I was seriously suggesting that his body be the one so exposed, and to Carrie and Steve rather than strangers on a nude beach. "So, how would you suggest I do this?"

"Let me think about that some more. But you're genuinely curious to know if you could handle it, right?"

"Curious, yes. Able to handle it, I don't know."

I moved over to him and reached to stroke the front of his pants. "This penis deserves to be seen," I whispered in his ear. I must have pushed a good button in him.

Before I could say any more, he was guiding me to the sofa and stripping me at the same time. William stood before me as I sat, and I brought his shorts and underwear down quickly as he pulled his shirt off over his head. Then it was natural and easy to take his penis into my mouth. I let him move back and forth over my tongue, and sometimes I'd hold him out of my mouth and lick his penis so that he could look down and see my tongue running all over his erection. I paused once in my tracing of his length and asked, "What if Carrie could see this penis now?" and then popped it back into my mouth as deeply as possible. Just like the other night, the taste of his orgasm followed suddenly and strongly. As it did for me, thinking about being seen in the nude enhanced his passion.

Tomorrow, we would see if he could act on the fantasy.

The next day was a Saturday, the day William usually mowed the lawn. He came downstairs in old shorts and a tee-shirt, as if that day would be no different. "Wait up, sweetie. I think I want to tell you my idea now."

"All right, I'm at your service."

I cut right to the chase. "Why not cut the grass in the nude?"

"What? Are you serious?"

"Well, if you keep your shoes on, there's no danger, right? Your shirt and shorts don't protect you in any way, do they?"

"No, I just think this idea sounds pretty strange. What made you think this would be a good idea?"

"I want your nudity to be casual, to be part of your everyday activities. Like Steve and Carrie. Remember how we've seen them nude when they were out to water their plants. And since the other night, they are out in the yard more often, working without their clothes. I saw them this morning already, although I don't know if they're still out. Anyway, I think it would impress them to see you doing your yard work as you would do it any other weekend. Except this time you won't be wearing any clothes."