I’ve always liked summer. Never really been a cold weather girl, and I certainly don’t like the rain either. A hot day is my thing, so when the weather report said that the next few days were going to be rainless and hot I thought I’d make the most of it. I dusted off the sun lounger, nipped out to the shop and bought a bottle of gin and a bottle of tonic, found my bikini, and I setup outside.

Perfect.

My house is a typical mid terrace with a fence along both sides to separate me from the neighbours. Pretty secluded really. And it always catches the sun in the summer and I know the perfect place to setup the lounger for the longest sun exposure.

Chin-chin!

The gin has gone down a treat and I’ve been here for a couple of hours. It’s pretty quiet for a Sunday with only bird song and the smell of BBQ’s to disturb the tranquillity. I’m laid on my front and I’ve been drifting in and out of sleep for the last 30 mins. I’m so relaxed and a little tipsy. I turn over, sit up, take another sip of my drink, lay back and close my eyes.

I hear the neighbour frantically trying to open (or close, I can’t tell) their window so I open my eyes to see what’s going on. In the window I see Jason, the middle aged husband of Sara, trying to close the window. He sees me look up, stops, and looks right at me. Eyes as wide as dinner plates. I don’t think much of it and lay back down peering across to see him still looking. I put my sunglasses on again and start to drift off.

Then I suddenly have a sinking feeling that wakes me right back up. I realise what’s happened. In moving from laying on my front to my back my bikini top has shifted across and exposed my left nipple. OH FUCK! I freeze for a minute trying to think of how to handle the situation. I don’t want him to see my exposed breast but I also don’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me flustered.

But he’s pretty hot and I’ve seen him bare chested in the garden and I know it got me a little hot under the collar. He’s very well put together. Maybe I’ll just play along. Maybe I’ll put on a show...

I reach up as if I’m about to cover my breast but instead I brush my fingers across my nipple. I run my middle finger around the areola and I then gently squeeze my nipple. I bring my finger up to my lips and push it into my mouth, sucking on it as if it was a lollypop, then rub my now wet finger around my erect nipple.

I glance out of the corner of my eye and he’s still there. Still looking. This is beginning to turn me on.