I’ve always liked laying in the hot sun. The feeling of warm sunlight on my body always makes me more than a little horny. We’d moved into a nice quiet neighborhood, and our backyard fence was mostly a stucco wall, done as part of the spanish motif in which the house was built. The only part of the wall that wasn’t stucco, were the gates on the sides of the house, and the small section between us and one of our neighbors, where an old tree had fallen in a storm last year. That section was about four feet of vertical two-by-fours that made up what was a wide gate.

The backyard was spacious, and there wasn’t a two-story anywhere around. Added to that, the shape of the house itself was an “L” shape, and that left a nice hidden cubby to do some nude sunbathing. It was a Friday, and I decided that since I didn’t have to work, I’d stretch out on the patio and make my tan even out a little.

I’m lucky, since I’m blonde, that I tan instead of burn. I’d been keeping my tan going in a tanning salon, but now I wanted the real thing. I laid out some beach towels, a pillow, and an alarm clock so I wouldn’t fall asleep and burn (lessons learned!). I stood in the back yard, and stripped out of my bikini, small as it was, and rubbed some oil on myself. The oil was warm and it felt nice and slippery on my breasts. I have 32B’s with what my husband calls “perfect” nipples. They’re a bit bigger than half-dollars and a nice shade of pinkish-brown. I’m only five foot five, and with 32B-20-34, my hubby calls me a “sexy tart” (mostly because I love showing off). I’d rubbed the oil on my front and stretched out in the sun, feeling relaxed and sensual. After a while, the sun was getting to me, making my pussy wet. I thought about getting myself off, but decided to roll over. After putting oil on my back (as best I could), I rolled over and started to doze off. Just as I hit that light, dreamy sleep, a noise woke me up. I looked around, and saw nothing and wondered if I’d imagined it as part of a dream. I started to doze again when I heard someone moving in the yard next door. This is the yard where the hole in the wall was fixed with the two-by-fours. I listened for a few moments and then realized that the person was pulling the garden hose to water the plants. I heard the water dribbling and figured that I’d be left alone. Boy! Was I wrong!

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang, and I got up and slipped into my suit. It was about 85-90 degrees that day, so nobody would say anything. To my suprise, it was the youngest of the three girls living next door who stood on my porch. She was dressed in a t-shirt, knotted below her breasts, showing her firm, young tummy, and a pair of cutoff blue jeans that were indecently short. I said she was the youngest, and that put her about 18 or 19. She also had the most beautiful red hair I’d ever seen.

The girl asked me if I had a nozzle for a garden hose that she could borrow to water her yard. I invited her in and introduced myself, since we hadn’t met formally, but just waved to each other for the last month. She introduced her- self as “Sherry” and said that she and her room-mates worked as reservation clerks for an airline. We chatted a bit, and went to the garage, looking for the nozzle. I looked on the workbench (that my husband never seems to clean), and then a few shelves. Sherry asked if she could help, and started looking on the lower shelves. She bent over at one point to look in a box of gardening tools, and I could see her orange pussy hairs peeking out of her shorts. She seemed to be trying to give me a show, and I watched as she leaned over even more, drawing the crotch of her shorts up tight against her pussy. I could see her vulva clearly, and her fair, white skin looked so fresh and innocent that my pussy was getting wet with the ideas running through my head.

I found the nozzle, and gave it to Sherry. She thanked me and re-entered the house.

“While you’re here, could you do me a big favor?” I asked her. She said she’d try, and I asked her to put some oil on my back, since I couldn’t reach everywhere, and I didn’t want to burn. Sherry agreed and we went out back to the towel, where the oil was.
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