Chapter 4

It was Saturday and we had finished breakfast. Kara said she wanted to mow the lawn. I told her I usually hired someone to do that but she insisted. I knew she had some ulterior motive so I didn't argue. I wanted to see what she was up to. Kara went to dress while I finished my coffee and read the paper.

A few minutes later Kara came through the kitchen on her way to the garage. I began to guess what was on her mind. She was a prim and proper attorney who worked for a conservative law firm. But when she was away from the office she liked to show off. She was definitely doing that now. She was dressed in an athletic type undershirt which was much too big and hung loosely on her petite frame. The shirt was long and reached a couple of inches below her crotch but the big arm-holes and scoop neck exposed the tops and sides of her breasts. She was wearing her polka-dot bikini underneath the shirt and although it was certain no one would notice, she also wore a pair of low-cut canvas shoes.

The bikini was scandalously skimpy. Kara had bought it for a trip to Jamaica, not to wear anyplace where she might be recognized. If the undershirt hadn't been made of such thin material, I wouldn't have known she was wearing the bikini too. It was a good thing there wasn't much traffic on our street; Kara was wearing the minimum possible for mowing the lawn on a hot day; anyone seeing her was going to do a double-take. It really was too daring for the front yard but that's what Kara wanted to wear and I wasn't about to suggest she put on more clothes.

Kara had tied the bikini strings loosely. As she bent over to kiss me the bikini top and the undershirt fell away enough to give me a view of her nipples. We kissed briefly, then Kara copped a quick feel between my legs. Satisfied that I approved, she gave me another quick peck on the cheek, straightened up and disappeared into the garage. Too bad I wouldn't be able to watch her. With the outside windows all shuttered I couldn't see the front yard, except through the peep hole in the door.

The garage opened to an alley at the rear of the house. On the side there was a narrow strip of grass between the house and the edge of the property. After getting the mower started, (a push type, rotary cut), Kara worked her way quickly up the side of the house toward the front. Even though it was only ten in the morning it had already gotten hot and by the time Kara got to the front yard she was covered in perspiration. She repeatedly mopped the sweat of her brow with her hand and wiped it on her shirt. Each time Kara did this the shirt got wetter and more transparent.

Across the street, the curtains on a bedroom window moved slightly. Peeking out was Jack Sims, an eighteen year-old who lived there with his parents. Jack had just graduated from high school and had a job for the summer, but he didn't work on Saturday and had slept late. He was awakened by the sound of the lawnmower. He could see that the woman across the street was mowing the lawn and it didn't look like she was wearing a lot. He rubbed his sleep-filled eyes and looked again. He still didn't see much in the way of clothes. He went to his closet and got his binoculars so he could get a better look.

Back at the window he pushed the curtains aside enough to get a clear view. He peered through the binoculars. Nope, he hadn't been imagining it; she wasn't wearing much. Jack studied Kara as she mowed the lawn. He had only seen her one time before, jogging at night, but he hadn't talked to her and didn't know her name. He knew Mr. Williams and knew that he had recently gotten a divorce. The woman must be the new wife, although she didn't look old enough for that. Maybe she was a girlfriend or some relative. Whatever she was, if this was the way she usually dressed, Jack hoped she was staying awhile.

It looked to Jack as if the woman was wearing a man's undershirt. Whatever it was just barely covered her ass, exposing a couple of nicely shaped long legs. The shirt was so big that her chest and sides under the arms were bare too, except for the tits, which were at least partially covered. She had been sweating so the shirt stuck to her skin. The shirt was thin and Jack could see she was wearing a bikini underneath. As Jack took in the woman's nearly naked form he thought, holy shit, this was worth waking up for.

Out of the corner of her eye Kara saw the movement of the curtains across the street. This was what she was hoping for. She had seen Jack adjusting the sprinklers in his front yard as she jogged by a couple of nights ago. She didn't know his name or age but guessed him to be about eighteen. She could tell by the way he watched her that he would be fun to tease. Kara stopped the mower and leaned over toward the street to re-tie her shoes.

As Kara bent toward him, Jack got a real eyeful. Jesus, that was bare tit he was seeing. With the binoculars he could even see the nipples. Jack held the binoculars shakily with one hand while he reached inside his shorts with the other and took out his growing cock. He didn't stroke it; it was too soon for that; he just held it.

Across the street Kara straightened up and continued mowing the lawn. The sweat poured off her; she kept wiping it off her bare skin with her hand and then drying her hand on the shirt. The undershirt became more and more transparent. Kara looked across the street and saw that the curtain was still pushed back. She thought she better do something before she lost the audience.

Kara stopped and reached behind her neck where she untied the string to her bikini. Watching through the binoculars, Jack wondered what she was doing. With her back away from him, Kara reached inside the shirt and undid the remaining string to her bikini top. As she put her hand under the shirt the front went up and exposed the bikini bottom. Jack saw a swatch of cloth between her legs; otherwise she was naked from the waist down. Good God, he thought, what a pair of legs.

As Kara took her hand out from under the shirt she turned her back to her neighbor. The bikini wasn't the thong type but the strip of cloth going up the backside just covered the crack in her ass. Kara took her time pulling the shirt down to cover herself, giving her watcher a brief but tantalizing look at her bare ass-cheeks. Kara reached inside the top of the shirt, removed the now untied bikini top and threw it onto the front steps.