I walked past him wet and dripping, making sure that when I bent down to grab my beer I gave him a good long look at my breasts in my clingy and tiny red bikini. Drinking deep from my beer I let him enjoy the sight of me, wet and dripping and more turned on than I had been in years.

Jack’s backyard was just as private as my own, not a single line of sight to any window or any neighbor. It was so nice being so private, especially considering the fact that I’d made up my mind to tease the old man a bit.

Sliding down onto the deck chair I laid down on my front and then reached behind me to untie my little red bikini top. I mumbled something about not wanting to get any lines and then let the straps fall off my body, revealing my fully naked back to him.

It wasn’t much but at the same time it was so much to me. And I got the feeling that Jack hadn’t exactly been around an abundance of young women in bikinis lately, because I could feel him adjusting himself next to me as he obviously looked at me.

There was a wicked grin that came across my face. Through half-lidded eyes I glanced at his hard bulge and knew that I wanted to tease him some more. I didn’t know how far I was really willing to go here, but I knew I couldn’t stop yet.

So I pushed up off the chair and sat up, reaching in front of me to grab my bikini and hold it to myself. It was a move I’d seen women do before, keeping themselves ostensibly covered by the tiny slip of fabric while gathering up their breasts and practically serving them up to any man who might be able to see them.

It was a move I’d seen women do before, not one I’d ever done myself.

Which is why it didn’t work. I don’t know exactly what I did wrong but I didn’t time it right and I went to cover myself with my arm only to feel my bikini slip right off of my body. My arm froze and I was stuck there hovering, completely exposed to him.