A few years ago we lived in a house that had verandahs on three sides. The front verandah faced east and was a favourite place to sit in the mornings. On this particular weekday the weather was very pleasant and we decided to have our breakfast on the front verandah.

We grabbed the first course and headed outside. I was wearing just a pair of shorts and t-shirt. My wife had an assortment of camisoles, all of which were very short and many of which were sheer. This day she had chosen one of the lace ones that was both very sheer, very short and worn without anything underneath. The view of her in the cami was pretty fantastic as you could clearly see through the lace and see both breasts and the fuzz of her pussy - such a nice way to enjoy breakfast.

We had a small table to share that was placed between us, just enough to fit a glass of juice and a small plate. We had both placed our feet on the top rail of the balustrade, my wife with her legs parted as we started to eat. This was a favourite position and allowed us to relax back in our chairs. In this position, the wife's camisole rode up around her hips and allowed a view between her legs and meant that my wife's pussy was clearly visible to anyone out on the street. From my position next to her, I could just see her pussy peeking out.

After eating our toast, I went back inside to make coffee for both of us, leaving my wife to enjoy the sunshine. Soon after, I returned with coffee and a magazine for her to read. She placed the coffee cup on the table and began reading the magazine. Not too long after we had made ourselves comfortable again, a van arrived and parked outside the next-door neighbour's house, just up the hill from us. It was marked up with advertising for the local pool company. The neighbours had recently installed a new swimming pool and must have arranged for him to come and check the chemical levels that day. My wife didn't take too much notice of the arrival and continued reading her magazine. She was still seated with both feet on the rail, legs still parted. I was hoping that she would stay seated like that, as I knew that she would be on view from where the van was.

A man, probably in his forties, got out and proceeded around the back of the van and went into the neighbour's place. On his way he noticed us and paused looking in our direction, more specifically at my wife. He lingered for a few seconds then nodded to me as he made his way inside. He had a smile on his face so I gathered he had seen her.

A little later, he was back out to his van to grab some stuff for the pool. My wife at this time was still browsing her magazine and not taking any notice of him. I watched as the pool man gathered his stuff. He took his time at the back of the van, taking every opportunity to glance back toward us and more likely checking out the view of my wife's pussy. Once he had gathered his equipment, he headed back to the pool, making sure that he had a good, long look as he passed in our direction.

Over the next 30 minutes, he returned to his van a number of times just to grab one or two items, making sure to have another long look. When he had finally finished and back at his van, he took a very long time to pack all his equipment away, again taking many glances at my wife. As he turned the van around and drove off, you could see him looking at us one last time.

I hope his day was made, as it certainly made mine.