It was a lazy weekend morning, and Megan was really bored. It was an unfortunate circumstance; the freshman's degree program had had its exams a week early, which meant that her friends all had their finals weeks coming up, and none of them could keep her company. Her family was occupied with work. Worst of all, it was a warm spring day, perfect for going out. She just had no one to go with. And what fun was that?
So it was that the 20-year-old sophomore found herself lounging on her living room couch, reading a book. She was determined to at least enjoy the summer warmth, so she had opened the windows before lying across the couch on her stomach. Occasionally, she would receive texts from her friends, ranting about class and studies, but for the most part, she was engrossed in the novel she was reading.
However, it was one such text that led to her glancing over her shoulder, and through the window she saw her neighbor, Mark Rhodson. Mark (as he insisted she call him), a middle-aged accountant who lived by himself, was watering the plants, and Megan realized that he had been looking through the window at her. His eyes were covered by dark shades and a cap, but his head was now turning away from the direction of the window, and what else could he be staring at?
A series of realizations then dawned on Megan, making her jolt. She was wearing nothing but a small, white tube top, one she would have worn when going out anyway, and a pair of gray panties, to try and bask in the sunlight as much as possible. A lot of her skin was exposed; her somewhere-between-slim-and-curvy body was pretty much entirely on display. Her position on the couch meant that her ass, round and full, had been (and still was) facing the window, and as she whipped into a sitting position in surprise and embarrassment, she saw that Mark, who had turned his head back to the plants, was sporting a tent in his jeans. Letting out a cry, she hopped off the couch and out of the living room window's sight, blushing furiously.
Leaning against the main hallway, she had another realization, which was more of a memory. She had met Mark a few times at the village's holiday parties, where he had always been quick to strike up a conversation with her. He was attractive enough to her- he was quite fit for his age, had a nice cut of slightly graying hair, and his face, while a little more aged than his body suggested, was kindly, but with a strong jawline and a little stubble. Megan's own, vaguely Mediterranean features, her dark gray eyes, button nose and sultry lips, shifted from shame to an uneasy, excited expression as she realized that she had an opportunity for some real fun here. The corner of her mouth tilted upward as her mind flew back to the parties they had talked in; there had been a lot of flirting, ogling, and brushing against each other. At the most recent Halloween party, they had exchanged numbers; his fingers lightly pressing against the lower back of her feathery angel dress, and the way her hand rested on his Superman arm sleeve, had hinted at it not being an innocent exchange. But neither of them had texted the other since then; she assumed he was just as shy to make a move as her. Clearly, though, he wasn't afraid to peek at her through the window, though she had never caught him before.
As the shame of the moment was replaced with a different kind of blush, Megan had one last realization- Mark probably thought she'd been teasing him! It was pretty airheaded of her to sunbathe like that and not expect people to see, but their flirtatious past now gave it a whole new meaning, and now she found herself grinning in the hallway as possibilities blossomed in her mind- perhaps she wouldn't be alone today after all.
Now fully confident, Megan strode back into the living room to pick up her phone. Mark was still watering the plants, but she avoided looking at him as she took her phone from the couch. As an afterthought, she picked her book up. She turned around and walked back out of the living room, now skipping lightly, making sure her ass bounced delightfully for the eyes watching it. Striding into her bedroom, she tossed the book on her bed and stopped in front of her mirror. She knew she was hot- all the compliments from the boys on campus let her know that her long legs, her blonde hair, and her milky skin were the stuff of many rampant thoughts, and her 32C cups the cause of many discarded tissues. She had fooled around with three of them before, but nothing that stuck- and now, there was only one man on her mind.
Hooking her left hand into the waist of her panties, Megan turned around in front of the mirror. She pulled them down until they were just barely covering her pussy, and brought her phone up to snap a few pictures with her other hand. Then, she lay down across the bed and texted Mark, her friends long forgotten.
Megan: hey~
Mark: Oh hello
Mark: This is Megan, right?
Megan: yes, you got it <3
Mark: great!
Mark: sorry for not texting you when I got your # at halloween
He was feigning ignorance- he would often do so in their flirty conversations. There was no way he wouldn't be bringing up her little show if he wanted to.
Megan: no worries, never mind that :)
Megan: I just have a question for you now
Mark: what is it?
Megan: did you like what you saw Mark? ;)
Her breath hitched in her throat as she hit send.
Mark: I did, why?
Megan sent 3 attachments.
Megan: would you like to look closer?
There was a moment before Mark's next reply.
Mark: Yes
Mark: Fuck
Two words, but they were enough to leave her dripping wet. Her hand shot towards her panties, rubbing the cloth in little circles.
Megan: You might notice I'm home alone too <3
Mark: I thought so
Mark: I will be done in 20 minutes or so
Megan: and then?
Mark: I will come over
Mark: Thats what you want right?
Her breath caught again. This was really happening.
Megan: okay
Megan: making me wait? ;-;
Mark: yes, I wont be long
Megan: okay... :((
Megan: should I put anything on?
Mark: No just what you already have
Mark: all you have to do is unlock the door and wait
Megan: but what if someone walks in and finds me?