Chapter 1

Kara was bright, single, still in her early thirties and about to become partner in a law firm that handled some of my business. We had dinner together one evening after the closing of a real estate deal. The "dinner" lasted until after midnight. Kara and I became an "item".

I was ten years older than Kara, divorced, and living alone. I wasn't Hollywood handsome but I wasn't unattractive either. I guess what Kara really liked about me was my confidence. We had only dated a couple of weeks when I asked her to move in with me. I acted as if I expected her to say "yes" and she did.

Being a young associate in a large law firm, it was not unusual for her to work well into the evening. This week, however, was our first week of living together and Kara left the office a little after four.

I wasn't expecting her to leave work early and didn't get home myself until after seven. When I got there Kara was in the den watching television, curled up on the couch with a terry cloth towel around herself. The towel stretched from the tops of her breasts to the tops of her thighs. She was covered, just barely.

I bent over to kiss her and Kara said she had something to tell me. I didn't know what to expect. She had just moved in. I didn't think she'd be moving out so soon. Surely she hadn't lost her job. What could it be? I stood beside the couch and waited for her to tell me.

Kara started in a rather neutral tone, "I got home a little before five. I went into the bedroom and stripped off my work clothes. It felt so good to be out of my clothes that with all the privacy this house affords I decided to stay that way. And of course I hoped you would be home soon and want to get naked too."

I was about to get chewed out because I came home late. This wasn't fair. She was the one that always worked late. I began to protest but she shushed me and continued, "I went into the living room and fixed myself a drink. Then I went out through the sliding glass doors to the pool. I dove in, did a few laps and stretched out on a lounger to soak up the rest of the afternoon sun."

Kara liked being naked and she loved the unusual nature of the house. It was built around an open courtyard that contained a pool and jacuzzi. The kitchen, the living room, the den and the master bedroom were separated from the courtyard by walls of glass with lots of sliding glass doors. The windows that faced toward the street or faced toward the neighbors were covered with permanently closed shutters whereas the huge expanses of glass facing the courtyard had no draperies or blinds.

In nice weather, like it was that July day, the sliding glass doors could be left open, giving a feeling of being outdoors. From any of the main rooms you could see most of the rest of the house. My ex-wife and I had not had any children, and the house, which I had gotten as part of the divorce settlement, was designed to provide internal openness while maintaining privacy from the outside world.

The inside of the house and the courtyard was private with one exception. The den had glass facing the courtyard but it also had a glass wall facing the backyard, with no coverings on the windows. However, the backyard was enclosed by a solid fence with a locked gate and was private except on Tuesday when a couple of guys came to take care of the yard and shrubs.

Then it dawned on me. Today was Tuesday. The yard guys had their own key to the gate. Even before Kara continued, I had a good idea of what she wanted to tell me.

Kara continued in her storybook voice, "I pretended that you were watching. I found some suntan oil there and covered myself with it. I put it on my arms and shoulders and massaged it into my breasts. I covered my stomach with it and rubbed it into my legs. I really put a bunch of it on my upper thighs and rubbed some between my legs."

Kara looked up at me. "I hope you don't think its wrong for me to do that. You know, put my hand between my legs. You don't, do you?"

"No, no. I think its fine. Don't stop now. Tell me the rest."

"It felt so good that I kept rubbing my hand between my legs. I was really getting turned on, doing that and imagining you were watching me. Then I looked toward the den and discovered that I wasn't imagining being watched, except it wasn't you.

"There were two guys in the backyard by the den window. I guess they were supposed to be mowing the lawn or trimming the shrubs or something like that, but they had stopped and were watching me. I don't know how long they had been watching but I guess it had been since I'd gone into the living room without any clothes."