During the COVID period, I didn't travel as much as usual. As you know, in the UK, you have to try to enjoy every sunny day, because there aren't many.
That Thursday was very hot, and I decided to do some tanning in my garden. Except for the bathroom window of the neighbor I avoided, nobody could see me, so I was topless, reading a magazine.
Every Thursday, I also had the gardener come over. He worked for about one hour every week, year in, year out, all four seasons. Normally, he arrived around 3 pm, so I put my alarm on my phone at 2:45 to get inside and get some clothes on. I love to do some gardening myself, and he was used to seeing me helping out a little bit since I could learn from him at the same time.
I felt myself snoozing away, closed my eyes, and put the magazine over my face to protect myself from the sun, while trusting the alarm to wake me up. It was more than an hour before he would arrive, so there was enough time for a short nap.
Suddenly, a voice calling my name woke me up. The gardener was standing there. He was exceptionally early that day and used the spare key to the garden gate I gave him, in case I was not at home. Being in the garden, I couldn't hear the doorbell either, and he used to use that key more often than not.
He surprised me, and automatically, I took the towel I was lying on and hid my naked breasts. He smiled and apologized.
I was wondering how long he had been standing there watching me. I am used to going to naked beaches and public saunas and things like that, but it always feels awkward when someone I know personally sees me like this, caught and totally unexpected.
The gardener was a young man, in his thirties, and handsome. His strawberry-blond hair was always in one of those messed-up styles that made him look a bit wild but of character, no doubt a guy with a good heart.
I went inside, grabbed the first T-shirt I found, and we started working in the garden as usual. The thoughts that he could look at me half naked started swirling down and made me feel horny. It was a while ago that I felt my nipples react this way, and it didn't take long before they were trying to pierce my white T-shirt.
I didn't take the time to put on a bikini top or bra, and my breasts moved freely under my shirt while doing the garden.
After 15 minutes, I had enough of it because it was too hot for me. I went back to the sun bed for some more lazy tanning, this time with my bikini. It did not take long before I opened the back of my top while I was lying face down.
I was thinking of going topless again - why would I not let him see my tits? So I turned around, face up, and threw away my top.
"You already saw them anyway," I heard myself saying to him. "Guess you don't mind?"
"Of course not," he said. "It's your garden so you can do as you please."
From under my shades, I saw he was looking at me more than once. My nipples got darker and harder because I really found it exciting to do this. My bottom part was the kind with strings and knots at each side, and some ropes leading to a small triangle in the front and a larger one covering my ass.
When I lie face down, I usually pull it between my cheeks to tan as much skin as possible. The presence of the young man around me gave the tanning an extra arousing feeling, which I liked, and it brought me back into daydreaming about my first stay at the naked resort a few summers ago.
I got thirsty and got up to go to the kitchen. I made no effort to hide or to put back on my top and walked proudly with my shoulders back and tits forward. When I came out of the kitchen, I walked straight to him, offering him a small bottle of fresh water. We had a short chat about what to do with some of the plants, while I watched his eyes go up and down all the time.
Apparently, I almost forgot how good it felt to be (half) naked in front of other men, besides my boyfriend.
Teasing him like this made me wet, and I started fantasizing about naughty things. I knew he was married and just became father of a son some months ago, so I quickly put away my bad thinking.
I was enjoying being that exhibitionistic woman again and was amazed and happy that I could display that behavior in my home country. Never thought that would happen!
At the end of his hour of work, I went to the terrace of the house, the place he used to come to get paid and have a beer. The only thing I changed was my little heeled sandals to make my legs a bit longer.
It was quite hot to serve him a beer while I was topless. So hot and sweet to see a man drooling, trying to hide his arousal, talking about nothing and everything, avoiding any erotic topic but looking clearly at my sexy assets!
I told my boyfriend about this a few days later, and he too thought it was hot and praised me.
"So from now on you will be topless when your gardener is at your place?" he asked.
I said, "Sure, because it seems you like it, and he doesn't mind, so it will only depend on the weather to decide!"
"Good girl!" he said, to motivate me even more. "And I am sure you even like it more!" Christian opined.
From then onwards, I was topless every time the weather was nice. I caught myself going topless even with lower temperatures than I am used to when I am alone, to show off my boobs and sexy bikini bottoms: thongs, strings, micro...the smaller my bikini bottoms got, the hotter it was.
Christian loved my horny stories, and after a while, he wanted to raise the stakes. He dared me next time to get completely naked!
"Are you sure?" I asked him.
"Yes, I know deep inside you want it, right?"
"Maybe," I replied, trying not to put too much enthusiasm in my voice.
Of course, I knew Christian was right, and while talking about it over the phone, I felt my pussy's special tingling feeling confirming my thoughts.
Unfortunately, the next week was rainy. On Wednesday, Christian sent me a message that the gardener was not lucky because of the bad weather. A few weeks passed by, and suddenly another warm Thursday was announced!
I planned my days in a way that work would not interfere, and I also avoided other visitors. I knew I would go topless again and was still thinking if I would take on the dare of my boyfriend. One thing I did after my morning shower: I shaved my pussy, just in case I found the courage to get fully naked.
I asked my boyfriend what he preferred: just a landing strip, a little triangle, or shave it all. The mini triangle won. I made sure the space around my labia was smooth and left the smallest triangle I ever made. A pussy selfie to my boyfriend got me completely in the right horny mood!
The afternoon was still far away, but preparing my pussy made me excited already, not to mention the continuous naughty sexting of my boyfriend!
I changed skirts and dresses a few times - I was looking for something not too obvious, casual, and still sexy. Finally, I chose a light summer dress, no bra of course, and this time I chose to wear a red bikini with straps. I saw in the mirror that the dress was a little sheer, so you could see the two dark circles and nipples of my breasts, asking for attention.
I heard the gardener's jeep and went out in the garden to say hello, and talked as usual about what needed to be done. The first thing he did was take off his T-shirt, which helped me to do the same.
"Right!" I said. "What a hot day!"
I stepped out of my dress to free my boobs again, just like a few weeks ago. It still felt frightening at first, but after a few minutes, it was pure enjoyment, and I knew he enjoyed it as well!
Time for some more tanning! I lay down on the garden bed, only wearing my red bikini. I felt wet again while I was texting with my boyfriend.
Christian was pushing me to go further and get completely naked! He knew the guy was there with me for about one hour only, and at that time, half an hour had already gone. Like last time, I got up to get the gardener and me fresh drinks.
I got used to this ritual, and nervousness disappeared to make space for excitement. From time to time, I needed affirmation to be sure the gardener was okay with me being naked around him. His many smiles and looks told me more than I needed to know.
Back on the sun bed, I was thinking about how and when I would get rid of my bottom part. Would I ask him permission or just do it? I started to open the strings at each side, took the straps and put them away, pretending they were obstacles for my tanning. He could clearly see that no more knots were holding my bikini.
At a certain point, he was close to me, and I thought, "Now or never!"
I spoke out the sentence I rehearsed several times before his arrival: "You know, when you are not here I tan naked, coz I hate those white tan lines and a white ass!"
"Well then," he answered, "just pretend like I am not here!"
"Are you sure?" I said, feeling my heart jump with that answer of his!
"No worries," he replied.
So then I did it! I couldn't believe I was actually taking away the last part that was hiding my pussy from his eyes. He was just standing there, watching me as I revealed everything. It took like ages before he started to work on the garden again, slowly drinking his water while he stared at me shamelessly.
How could I blame him? He was not stupid! He also knew the white lines and white ass would not start to get painted on my body because of that half hour, while the rest of the day I was alone and could be naked as much as I wanted.
I was sure he knew I got naked for him. And I didn't care!
After that, each sunny Thursday was an exciting one - he stayed longer, worked longer, and I still paid for one hour! Winter was long, and I wondered if we could just do the same thing when the first sunny day arrived.
And yes, we continued - me being the exhibitionist and him, the weekly witness, or should I say a happy unpunished voyeur, created by me?
My boyfriend sometimes challenged me with other ways to dare me. One day, the same scenario - I had to be naked before the gardener arrived. That day, the dare was that I had to masturbate while he was there.
Again, one of those dare-things. When I heard him explaining to me, I was first reacting like "no way!" Then he remembered I already did that one time while being at the naked resort in front of a stranger.
He was right, and that way he brought me back to that moment and I realized it was something amazing to do!
Now performing in front of a person I know, with whom I have a "professional" relationship, is tempting, but I wasn't sure if I could do that. My boyfriend didn't push me, but it was on my mind now and became more and more something I wanted to do.
I thought about it a lot. Yes, I wanted to do it, but what if he told someone?
I realized we didn't have any common contacts or people we knew, since he was the gardener here before I bought the place. I didn't know the former owners either, and they retired abroad.
That gave me some reassurance and gave me more courage!
My solo garden habit of spreading my legs to let in the breeze and sunshine, doing some stimulating work on my pussy, together with innocent finger playing, had this time a spectator, who was not aware he was part of my big challenge.
I was soaking wet and was biting my lips, knowing he was walking around and near me doing his job. I tried to forget he was there, but that did not work. For several long minutes, I played with my dripping pussy with my fingers, my other hand on my breast, teasing my hard, standing nipple. First, slowly and discreetly, not always aware where exactly he was and if he was looking at me.
When I started to make too many obvious fast movements, rubbing my clit combined with light moaning, I noticed he stopped working to become my appreciated voyeur. He was about 10 feet away, looking straight at me, and taking a few steps. One moment, I wanted to stop, because for a few seconds, I was aware that real embarrassment came over me.
I felt my face getting red - a mix of shyness and high arousal made me blush. It was only seconds! Quickly, I realized this was a special occasion, a unique opportunity to maximize my exhibitionistic feelings.
He had his hand in his own pants, and I imagined he was holding a hard dick. Although I got somehow louder and faster, very horny and excited, I did not continue to have an orgasm - maybe I did not want to let him witness that much of me.
That evening, I had to "report" to my boyfriend. He started masturbating while on the phone, concluding next time I should go all the way and cum for the gardener and for him!
I told him I could not promise him I would do that again - even though it was a hot experience, I did not want the gardener to think I would give him a show like that every sunny Thursday!
A few weeks later, with another warm week in view, there was the next new creative dare my boyfriend planned for me: ask the gardener a favor. Let him wash his hands with water from the garden hose and ask him to put tan oil on and massage it all over my back, and not to forget my bum!
Well, he did not hesitate! I had to thank Christian for giving me the chance to enjoy the gardener's strong hands massaging the tan oil on my body. That day, we became "closer," and for the first time, we talked about what I was doing. I admitted that it was me who liked to tease him this way and that I enjoyed being watched naked.
He said he loved it and that he was sad when there was no good weather, and confessed that one time he switched a rainy Thursday for another more sunny day, just to be able to have me nude around him.
I felt very comfortable now with him and could do and ask what I want - just not real sex, of course - from the moment the temperature was right, I got naked, and I knew, from the moment it hit 23-24°, he expected to find me in my garden without clothes or a bikini.
One of the most erotic moments must have been when, on another occasion, he put oil on me, and I turned to him face up and asked him to continue.
"I am used to getting strangers' hands on my breast during massages in the spa," I said to him, "so you can do it also..."
And he did - after that, I showed him the way to my pussy: she received a nice treatment from him with some superficial light but sensual finger work.
That day, he did not do much garden work, but he still got paid for his time! One time, I tried to get him out of his clothes by challenging him, saying it wasn't fair he always saw me naked, but I never saw him...
I did not succeed, unfortunately. Who knows what could have happened then?
A few months later, he announced that he could not come anymore. Due to an overload of work in other, bigger gardens, he could not make it anymore to come for only one hour.
Unfortunately, I don't get the feeling of doing the same with my new gardener...
