After a few seconds, she sat up on the lounge chair and looked around her as if she were making sure no one was watching. At one point she even appeared to look up towards me but I knew she couldn’t see me. Before I knew it, she undid the neck string and dropped her top to the concrete.
Oh, Sweet Jesus! Angie’s breasts were perfect. I never have been one who liked huge boobs, but a well-turned breast should have some shape, stand out and say “Howdy!” These two breasts said “Howdy” in the most wonderful way. I was stunned by my luck. If she had an idea of what was going on, she would have taken off in a second.
Angie began to apply her sun cream again, but this time she covered her shoulders and down across her chest. After a few times, her hands seemed to linger over her breasts but I didn’t see any actual nipple stimulation. She reached down and quickly put sun cream on her legs. While she was doing this her modest boobs swayed slightly almost in a teasing manner until she stretched out on her back with her legs slightly spread.
After a few minutes she waved at what must have been a fly before her hand rested briefly on her belly. A few seconds later she again waved at something before her hand landed right below her right breast with the thumb resting on the lower half. Then I saw it: the thumb was slowly reaching up and eventually started to circle the nipple in lazy little loops. She lifted her head up, glanced around again as if to make sure no one was looking, and rested her head back down and tipped slightly in my direction. The hand drifted up and her fingers began to tease the nipple, almost in a strumming motion. It was clear she was in no hurry as the digits, one-by-one gently rubbed right over the nipple.
After what seemed like forever, she reached up with her other hand and rubbed the other nipple while giving the first one a rest. Slowly over time she seemed to be increasing the speed and intensity, working on first one and then the other nipple. I noted her mouth seemed to have partly opened and she was breathing obviously bigger breaths. Angie was clearly getting off on her nipple stimulation!
As her left hand still toyed with the left nipple, her right hand slowly slid across her stomach. I couldn’t believe my eyes! I was stunned at my luck. Her hand slid over the bikini and started to rub up and down over her cleft. At first the rubbing was gentle, but it became a bit more intense. She seemed to be majorly getting into it and her body started to writhe a bit on the lounge chair. Even though her sunglasses hid her eyes, they appeared to be tightly closed and her brow creased as she seemed to be enjoying herself more and more. A few minutes of this activity continued until she rather suddenly sat up, again looked around and, upon appearing satisfied, she stretched back down, lifted up her butt and swiftly slid her bottoms right off! Amazing! Here she was, naked as could be, facing my house and was oblivious to my watching her. Right in front of me she had joined with thousands of others celebrating this famous day, though I’m sure she wasn’t thinking of the holiday as she took care of business.
She sat about to resuming her previous activities. Her right hand slowly rubbed up and down around her shaved lips and up over her clit. She didn’t seem to touch herself directly, just around the sensitive spots. Up and down, around the outside, teasing herself. After what seemed an eternity, the rubbing with her lower hand increased in intensity and with her other hand she reached down and parted her lips. She slid her finger a bit inside and moved it up to her clit as her first hand fell to her side. Her head rolled a bit from side to side as she rubbed tiny, quick strokes right on her clit. It took only a few minutes and she was writhing about, biting her lips and arching her back. A noticeable flush covered her chest and breasts before she slowed down with her finger action. Finally, she relaxed and both hands dropped to her sides. She appeared completely relaxed, breathing deeply. A few minutes later she looked around her, and once she was satisfied she had not been seen, she sat up once again and started with the sun cream again.
Angie
After I had greeted Mr. P, uh, Ben, that is, I pretty much ignored his comments about International Nude Day. I mean, he does pass the vibe check even though he talked about that nude day thing. To me, pubic nudism seemed to just be a chance for old geezers to look at naked women, but he didn’t quite creep me out talkin’ about it. Well, anyway, I swam a bit and decided to sunbathe. I stretched out on my tummy for a while and of course I undid my strap. I mean, who wants to have a strap mark on their back, anyway? After I cooked for a bit, I decided to flip over and fry my belly.
I took the cream from my bag and started to cover my front from the legs clear up to the top. My bikini top was hanging kinda loose but I didn’t remove it right away. I’d always been a bit modest that way, I guess, but I decided, maybe because of the Nude Day thing, to take off my top. I, like, sat up, looked around and as I was getting ready to lie back down, out of the corner of my sunglasses-covered eyes, I thought I saw some movement up in Mr. P’s, uh, Ben’s house. Now, I don’t know much about houses or terminology but at the end of the house, right under the roof, is a window like thingy. I guess it ventilates the attic, I don’t know. Anyhoo, I could have sworn I saw movement up there. Now, normally I’d have freaked out to think someone was watching me but somehow on that day, I was OK with it. In fact, it kind of excited me a little that an old guy, well, I mean he had to be, like, at least forty, was spying on me.
I stretched back, undid and dropped my top to the deck. I knew he was watching me and, I have to admit, it was kinda exciting. He must ‘uv thought he was spying on me without me knowin’ it, but I knew he was and, in a way, it kinda put me in control. I began to cover my entire front from face to feet with the suntan lotion. I had to lean forward to do my legs but my belly and boobs I could do lying down. Once I was done, I stretched back down and casually tipped my head towards his house. I knew my sunglasses hid my eyes so I could look carefully. Right at that time the sunlight reflected off the pool and right to his house. I don’t know if he knew it but the sunlight lit him up like a spotlight. It was clear he was up there and watching my every move.
Racing through my mind were two different thoughts. The first was that I should run to the house and hide and not let the old perv see me. The second, however, was that I found myself kinda excited to be showing off. He thought I didn’t know but I did. I could give him a show he could put in his spank bank and it wouldn’t appear to be on purpose. And girls kinda have spank banks, too and this could be in mine. At least he wasn’t filming me, now was he?
Number two won out and I decided to put on a show. Now, I knew I had to make it look natural so I pretended to be bothered by a fly or something. I’d wave my hand like I was brushing one away and after a few times, I let my hand rest right below my boob. Then I gently let my thumb stroke across the nipple like I was teasing myself.