As I read my mind drifted back to what I had been doing when John first arrived. I glanced over to him and checked he was still sleeping. I slipped my hand up my skirt and began to play with myself. I carried on for a few minutes but then I stopped. I looked at John and felt a bit stupid. What if he catches me? Dirty girl. I rolled over and lay on my stomach.
Again my mind wandered. I waited a while then slipped my bikini top off. I lay on my front for about half an hour. Feeling brave I then turned over onto my back, exposing my small but pert breasts. John was still asleep. I sat up and returned to reading my book.
After another twenty minutes, John woke up. He sat up a bit and made a couple of strange grunting noises.
“Nice sleep?” I laughed, not making any attempt to cover my naked breasts.
“Umm… ugh.. err.. yes…”
He cleared his throat then looked around.
“How long was I asleep for?” he asked.
Before I could answer he looked towards me and I could see in his eyes as he realized I was topless.
This put me off a bit and I began to lose my nerve.
“Oh… err… about an…. hour… I… think,” I mumbled.
“Oh.”
We continued to sit, still not saying much. I shifted my book up, so it covered some of my chest. John tried not to look at my breasts whenever he spoke to me, which made me even more self conscious. I realized I had been playing a game and was now out of my depth.
John stood up to walk inside to get more drinks.
“Beer?” he asked.
I nodded. As he passed me I noticed a bulge in his shorts. Once he was out of view I quickly put my bikini top back on. We drank our beers then returned to spend another hour attacking the mess in the shed. No mention was made of my little display earlier although in truth it was all I could think about. John went home at about four.
We met up for golf on Thursday and I was thrilled to beat both John and Mandy.
“We must do this again. Great fun!” declared Mandy.
On Friday afternoon John and I cleared out the shed and set to work painting it, inside and out. The weather was still great and we also had a chance to relax in the sunshine but I kept my tits firmly inside my bikini top.
However, when I was alone I discovered all I needed to do was think of my father in law’s eyes staring at my naked breasts and I could have a fantastic orgasm. I decided maybe I should let him see them again…..
We all met up on Sunday for lunch at Brad’s parents house. John and I were happy to bask in glory as Brad told everyone how good the spare bedroom looked and the continuing improvements in the shed.
On Monday I once again found myself alone and naked. This time however I was alone and naked in the back garden. I had started to do some more painting in the shed and was wearing just a bikini. Totally unsuitable clothing for painting! Anyway my mind drifted and I felt horny. So I stripped and lay out on the lounger in the garden.
I was enjoying a good leisurely wank and didn’t hear the knock on the front door. I did hear my father in law’s voice calling my name over the garden gate.
“Phoebe! It’s John again! Are you there?”
Not again, I thought.
Thankfully he couldn’t see me.
I quickly put my bikini top on and walked around the side of the house to open the gate.
“Phoebe, good news. One of the cooks at the cafe at the bus station is leaving. I had a word with the boss and gave him your name. I hope you don’t mind. He seems very interested. He’ll call you,” he told me.
“Wow, thanks John.”
“It’s Monday to Friday 7AM till noon. Should be ok?”
“That would be amazing. Thank you.”
I put my arms around him and kissed him on the cheek and then he turned to leave. He had to go back to work. He had rushed back here just to tell me the news. Bless!
After he had left I began to have doubts about showing my tits in front of him. It wouldn’t be fair. He’s such a nice man, why tease him? It just isn’t me. I’m not some slut. I’m not like that. I decided that my previous display had just been a mad moment, caused by the sun and the beer.
On Thursday John came around about half past ten in the morning. We worked on putting up some new shelves in the shed for an hour or two before stopping for lunch. This time I had made some cakes and we also had some beer. It was hot and thirsty work again.
After lunch we decided to relax on the recliners for a while. John took off his shirt and I went upstairs and changed into a bikini. I came back down and we talked for a while. I told him that I had an interview at his bus station on Monday morning.
“It’ll be strange seeing you working there,” he laughed.
Soon we settled down to relax and enjoy the sun. I expected John to go to sleep. I lay on my stomach and after a while I decided to slip off my bikini top. We lay in silence for nearly an hour.
For a reason I can’t explain I was beginning to feel horny. I was thinking about the previous time, when John had woken up and seen my tits. Although I had decided not to repeat that, I was beginning to feel adventurous.
Taking a deep breath I rolled over onto my back. I sat up and started to put sun cream on my legs. I saw John glancing over at me occasionally. I rubbed cream over my sides and stomach then on my naked chest.
“Do you want help with that?” John said, laughing.
“That’s just the sort of thing Brad would say,” I replied.
“I thought so. I can just imagine my son saying that.”
Silence.
For about a minute, silence.
“Trouble is, when Brad would say that it always ends up with us… you know….” I smiled.
More silence.
I looked over at John and noticed, not for the first time, a bulge in his shorts. I smiled to myself.
More silence.
“It seems you like what you see,” I purred.
“Huh?”
I gestured towards his bulge and smiled.
“Oh sorry.”
“It’s ok.”
“I know I shouldn’t but…”
“It’s ok.”