Did she dare?
Tall trees, the protection of dense brush around the edge of the property, but there was still the chance that someone would see her…
Her heart raced as she reached with nervous fingers for the ties on her bikini top. With a swift tug her breasts were free. A second tug undid the strings at her hips and she tossed both scraps of material aside before she closed her eyes and lay back on the lounger.
Warmth flushed across her naked skin, heated from within and without.
Naughty, so very naughty. All it would take was one neighbor peeking in, or a visitor calling without warning, and she'd be caught. Found naked, bare for all the world to see.
Her nipples peeked at the thought, the skin across her breasts taut, tingling beneath the soft, sun warmed breeze, as gentle as a lovers caress. Alone, all she had to do was remember she was alone. The neighbors worked, the trees tall and thick, and she wouldn't be seen.
But what if she was?
What if, even now, someone watched her, goggle eyed through a blind?
Her thighs parted at the thought, her right hand drifting down between her thighs even as she strained her ears, trying to listen. Nothing. If someone was watching, they did so silently.
One finger slipped between her nether lips, teasing them apart. Wet. Liquid desire freely coated her lower lips, her clit exposed, throbbing, begging for her touch.
Or the touch of another…
She sucked in her bottom lip, a low groan filling the air in soft tremors as her fingers danced in swift circles over that soft, wet nub. Each pass triggered a roll through her needful body, her hips lifting, grinding in time to the play of her fingers.
When had she last been this eager, even for her own touch?
Pressure built between her thighs. Heat, need, fear of being caught, the delight of being seen, all mingled within her. She should have stopped. Should have grabbed her clothing and darted inside, or at least put her bikini back on. But her fingers didn't stop. She couldn't stop.
Sunlight dappled her skin, urging her onward in heated kisses from her unseen lover. Her grasp on her lower lip failed, pleasure surging through her body in a rapid, dangerous, addictive wave as she cried out. The sound echoed through the back yard, and she finally opened her dazed eyes, glancing around at the blind covered windows.
Something moved, little more than a sliver of darkness behind a blind, and for a moment fear blanched the heat from her flesh.
Then it was gone.
Nothing more than a shadow, a bird, or a cloud, that was all.
That was what she told herself as she picked up her bikini and darted inside. Nothing more than a shadow…