In front of the full-length mirror in her room, Melanie stood completely naked. In just a few minutes, she’d be outside to catch some sun. Well, not like this, she giggled to herself.
After a morning of classes and a quick lunch, Melanie had finished the week’s assignments early during the communal study hours. It was just a few weeks into her first year of college and the eighteen-year-old was still living with her parents.
Student housing was exceedingly difficult to come by and like a dummy she hadn’t placed herself on the waiting list a year in advance. It wasn’t a big problem though, as her parents lived just fifteen mins away. On the upside, this saved her some money.
On her way home, she’d looked at the sky. Clear blue skies, great! For early September it was still surprisingly nice and warm late summer weather.
As soon as she’d gotten home, she’d run upstairs. Her parents were still at work and wouldn’t be home for at least an hour. Not to waste any time, she got out of her clothes and went to her full-length mirror.
She took the scrunchy out of her shoulder length golden blonde hair, letting it down from the ponytail she found convenient during class. Her hair was sleek with just a light curl at the ends.
Her summer experiments with tanning in her backyard in various stages of undress had given her naturally fair complexion a light tan. Though there were no obvious tan lines, her perky b-cup breasts were a shade lighter than the rest of her skin. She hoped her breasts would grow a little bigger. However, though smaller than most of her peers, she had to admit that they were in fair proportion to her five foot six inches (1.68m). She noted that her rosy areolae had gained a little color, as well as how her nipples puckered up in the cool air of the room.
Through regular yoga and regular running or cycling, she’d kept in fairly good shape, and was content with her lean tummy. Similar to her breasts, her nether region also lacked obvious tan lines, more like a gradient from light tan to natural.
About a year ago she had started to remove the hair down there after learning from classmates that some women shave their pubic region. She’d liked the bare look and it had become a bit of an obsession for her to remove any stray hairs. She ran her fingers down her smooth lips, just to make sure. As she stood, her labia neatly hid further details of her pussy.
No time for that, she thought, pulling her hands away.
Though she wasn’t overly skinny, her thighs still left a small gap between them when she pressed her knees together. She turned around and looked at her shapely butt in the mirror. Could use a bit more padding there, she thought with a sigh.
For a moment she imagined herself going out into the backyard like this but knew she couldn’t do that. Instead, she grabbed one of her shorter skirts and a thin sleeveless button-down blouse. Putting on the skirt and pulling on the blouse, she made her way downstairs. Nervously fingering the top two buttons, she left them open, allowing the blouse to show off the upper part of her chest.
She sat down in one of the lawn chairs, facing the sun and partly away from the gate to the backyard. The yard was completely enclosed, only a gate at one side of the house. She didn’t want to risk anyone coming in to see her without warning. The garden was surrounded by hedges that blocked out the view, as well as some high trees here and there. However, there wasn’t a perfect spot where they blocked the view from the houses on both sides. She’d chosen a location where at least there was partial cover from the neighboring houses.
This had become a regular activity for her over the summer. Whenever she was home by herself – parents being at work or otherwise away – she’d try to catch a moment by herself outside in the sun.
Laying back in the chair, the butterflies in her stomach were out in full. She delighted in the feeling of the sun on her bare legs, arms, and face. Urged on by the need for more exposure to the sun, she pulled up the blouse to bare her tummy, while also pushing down the skirt so that it rested on her hips. Not wanting to cover more of her legs, she rolled up the top of the skirt, making it shorter. She’d gradually become more daring over the summer, seeking the edge of decency, often crossing it.
Rolling up the waistband one, two, three times – no that was too much, as with a rush of excitement she could see her lips peeking out. As fun as that was, she didn’t want to be that exposed and quickly undid the third roll, while pushing down the waist a bit more.
It was now resting lower on her hips, making a little bridge between them.
Looking down, she could see the inside of her thighs beneath the skirt, and it felt incredibly exciting to be so exposed to the elements. The soft breeze passing up her thighs added to the feeling, and she spent a moment tracing her fingers over her bare legs below the skirt, caressing her soft skin with the palm of her hands. Her fingers curled beneath the skirt, moving outwards, and smoothing it out in the process before she moved her arms back onto the armrests.
She just loved teasing herself like this and could feel her increased heartrate, flushed face and saw that her nipples were poking holes through the blouse. She pushed the blouse further up, baring a bit more of her tummy. Closing her eyes, she stayed like that for a while, nervously keeping her hands on the armrests.
Hearing a noise in front of her in the bushes, her eyes flared open. Luckily, it was just a cat making its way through the garden.
This is so bad, she thought, sitting there like that, she felt like a sexual deviant. She was getting aroused and absolutely loved it. This was the reason she’d rush home early whenever she could. Unfortunately, autumn was fast approaching, promising cold and rain and an end to her fun.
Closing her eyes again, she decided to push herself further, with the desire to make the most of the weather. She nervously spread her legs a bit more than shoulder width apart. She felt the sun’s touch on her nether regions and couldn’t resist popping another button on her blouse, pulling it open to the edge of her nipples, and lightly brushing them in the process. She felt incredibly sexy sitting there, partly exposed to the world and luxuriated in the feeling.
High on excitement, she occasionally fidgeted with the skirt or the blouse, loving the feeling of the fabric moving over her skin.
After what must have been some ten minutes of this, she was shocked to hear someone speak nearby.
Her eyes shot open, darting around.
Oh shit oh fuck oh fuck.
Her neighbor, her friend’s dad, was waving hedge clippers to draw her attention. His head and shoulders rose above the thick hedge and was looking her way. Eye contact kept her frozen, like a deer in headlights.
“H… hi,” she managed, barely more than a whisper.
He was looking at her. How long had he been there?
His eyes dropped from her face to her skirt and her gaze followed. Her earlier leg movements had worked up the hem and she could see herself. From his angle he’d see even more, she realized! She snapped her legs together and her hands shot down to her skirt, pushing it down for cover.
Suddenly she felt extremely hot, blood rushing to her face as she looked at her neighbor again. She had trouble breathing. Seeing the grin on his face that betrayed what he’d seen made it even worse. His eyes switching between her barely covered breasts and her skirt made her aware of the fact that he could still see a lot.
Her only saving grace was that pushing the skirt down had slightly unrolled it, instead of pulling it down. As it was, it barely covered her.
He started clipping the hedge, occasionally looking her way.
She wanted to get out of there but couldn’t let go of her skirt. Couldn’t he just go away for a moment, so she could get up and leave?
A noise behind her – someone was near the front door, which was on the side of the house. This time fear drove her to action, despite suspecting she was still being watched. She quickly unrolled her skirt and pulled it back into position as someone knocked on the door.
Melanie recognized the voice of her friend, the neighbor’s daughter Jocelyn, or Josy. She went to the same college but had chosen a different course. They kept in touch, but Melanie had no idea she was home already.
“Hang on, I’ll let you in,” Melanie said as she got up from her chair.
Her heart was hammering in her chest. She was already walking towards the side gate, but she needed to get inside, out of sight of Josy’s dad. Panic ripped through her as she realized he’d likely be talking with her parents about this.
She made her way to the backdoor, while fumbling with the blouse, redoing the buttons while trying not to be too obvious.
Inside, she quickly checked herself – she was dripping. Grabbing a tissue and carefully wiping the sensitive area, she shouted to Josy, “I’m coming”.
Throwing away the tissue, she thought no pun intended with a giggle and opened the door for Josy.
“Er… hi Josy. Didn’t know you were home. Finished early as well?”
“Yeah, I saw you were home, so figured we should catch up.”
She was home already? Did she see her out back, just like her dad? Panicked thoughts raged through her head. She also didn’t want to think of what Josy might have seen and had to push out the thoughts.
“So, catching some rays? I love the feeling of this September sun on my skin. It’s so nice and warm. Can we go outside?” Josy rambled on in typical Josy fashion, leaving Melanie little room to respond.
Going back out into the backyard was the last thing she wanted, with Josy’s dad still there and given the show she had just given him, but she couldn’t think of a proper way to object.
“Uhm…” was all she could manage.
“Nice pokies, did you go to class like that?” asked Josy, appraising Melanie’s choice of outfit with amusement in her voice.
Straight to the point. More blushing.
“Oh no, I… changed after coming home.” She couldn’t think of an excuse for wearing this blouse instead of a bikini if her aim were to get some sun.
Before Melanie could object, Josy went out the backdoor leaving her with no choice but to follow.
“Oh, hey dad!” Josy waved at him.
He waved back, continuing his hedge work and Melanie turned yet another shade of red.
They chatted for a while, but Melanie was nervous. Her eyes kept stealing glances at Josy’s dad, afraid… afraid of him making a comment. After all, he was fully aware Melanie wasn’t wearing anything under her skirt.
She noticed him glancing their way several times and pressed her legs together, smoothing out her skirt.
What must he think of her, the way she had acted? Will he talk about what he saw, tell Melanie’s parents or Josy? It worried her deeply.
“Hello, earth to Melanie, are you still here?” Josy was waving her hand in front of her.
“Looked like you were lost in thought, what’s on your mind?”
Evading, Melanie mentioned her parents would be coming home soon, which was true. “I should get started on homework,” she added for effect.
“I hear you, girl, you don’t want to be caught like that by the parental unit,” Josy said with a wink, followed by a glance at her dad, and Melanie saw her shiver as if in discomfort that mirrored Melanie’s. When Josy talked like this, it’s like she had no filter at all.
Shortly after, they got up to make their way back to the gate. After waving Josy off and promising to talk later, Melanie went inside.
She decided she’d have to be much more careful next time.
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