I'm Jim, a single man in my mid-30s, and a few weeks ago I moved into a new house. My company had transferred me to a sales position in a new territory, and I took the opportunity to buy a nicer home than I had before. I've never lived to the extent of my means, but decided it was time to take more advantage of my success. My new house was a 3 bedroom in the inner suburbs. It was built in the 1930s but had recently been completely renovated.
Everything about it was top notch, and it really fit the description the real estate gave it of "classy craftsman cottage." Arguably it was more than I needed as a single man, but I planned on making the most of it inviting friends and family to visit and hosting parties and barbeques. I was particularly excited about the back yard. It wasn't huge, but like everything else it was well done with a nice stone patio, outdoor bar with a sink and fridge, a gas grill and outdoor stove, all around a small swimming pool. There was even a large flat screen TV under the covered part of the patio that could be covered and locked when not in use.
Since moving in I had been focused on getting settled, unpacking and all the other odds and ends you have to do after moving. Feeling good I had largely finished, I decided I deserved a weekend to relax and finally enjoy the nice weather and the pool. Having moved from a northern climate, I certainly had some work to do on my tan, but I had taken a little vacation before moving so I at least wasn't blindingly pale.
My backyard was private with an 8 foot tall fence going around on all 3 sides. I wouldn't say I'm a nudist, but I'm by no means modest and feel comfortable in my own skin. I often go around my house naked if there's no one over and the weather isn't too chilly. I'm no body builder either, but exercise regularly and keep myself in good shape. So I decided to soak up some sun without the constraints of a swim suit. Board shorts are so huge and always make me feel like I'm wearing a wet blanket.
So I went out with nothing but my towel, sunglasses and some SPF 8. I had already stocked the outdoor bar, so I made myself a dark and stormy which is dark rum, ginger beer and lime. As an avid sailor it's a great drink that always reminds me of being on the water. I turned on the outdoor speakers, and put on a relaxing Pandora station of Americana music I had built over the last few years. I didn't turn it up very loud as I wanted to relax and figured I shouldn't attract too much attention from the neighbors. It was in the upper 80s and after 5 minutes in the lounger my eyes got heavy, and I was completely zoned out and at complete peace with the world. This was exactly what I needed.
Suddenly I realized I heard a voice. Between the music and my relaxed state, it didn't register at first, but I realized a female voice had first said, "Why hello there." Followed with a more inquisitive, "Hello?"
Still coming out of my cloudy mental state I slowly turned my head to see a beautiful head of blonde hair, bare tanned shoulders and piercing blue eyes staring down at me from above the fence. Her beauty further distracted me so it took me another couple seconds to react and quickly move my hand to attempt to cover myself. Fully hard I was almost 8 inches, but I was a grower and not a shower. I realized as I attempted to cover myself with my hand that I wasn't completely soft probably from the sun and enjoyment of being naked outdoors. My hand couldn't quite do the job, but in honesty I didn't really care. Deciding to try to play it cool I finally replied, "Why hello. Guess this one way to meet your neighbors."
She laughed and said, "It certainly is." And she continued to glance down at my hand. I was laying perpendicular to her not more than 6 feet away, so from her position above the fence she had a perfect vantage point to inspect every inch of my body. She continued, "Sorry if I woke you."
I replied that I wasn't quite asleep but I owed her as that probably would have happened and since I hadn't put on any sunscreen yet the results could have been quite painful.
Again she laughed and used the comment as another reason to look up and down my body.
I said "I guess I should have at least brought a suit out in case something like this happened." I had thought about it before coming out, but decided to be bold. "Let me go get one, and then I can properly introduce myself."
She quickly responded "No need. It's your backyard and I certainly don't mind."
The smile on her face grew, and I laughed and said "Well, okay then."
She seemed very comfortable and had nice warmth to her voice and expressions. Whenever she laughed or shifted her position, I could see the tops of her breasts come into view over the edge of the fence. It was hard to tell how big they were, but it definitely seemed she had at least a good handful. I relaxed my hand, but hadn't completely moved it away and asked "So looks like you might be in a similar state of undress?"
She replied, "Ha, well I was lying out topless, but put my bikini on before poking my head over." She then extended her hand and said "Hi. My name is Mandy."
To not be rude I stood up and walked to the fence extending my hand up to shake hers. I paused when I realized this was the same hand I had just been using to cover myself. She quickly realized my hesitation and said "Don't worry, I don't care."
So I moved to shake her hand lightly, but she held mine firmly and didn't release for a few moments. At first she stared deeply into my eyes, but then as releasing my hand looked straight down and again inspected my completely exposed package.
I resisted the temptation to ask her what she thought and instead said "So how long have you lived here."
She looked slightly disappointed at having her attention pulled away from staring at me, but quickly answered my question "I've lived here for about 3 years."
We continued with the polite conversation for a few minutes and I learned that she lived with her roommate and had been friends with the lady I had purchased the house from. The previous owner had been in her 50s and had lived in the neighborhood for years. She and her boyfriend had retired and moved to Florida. They apparently had been a social hub for the neighborhood organizing and hosting parties often in their backyard. Mandy told me I had the best backyard in the neighborhood being one of the only with a pool and also with the best entertaining area. Mandy had been given permission to use the pool whenever she wanted entering through the side gate.
I took that opportunity to invite her over to join me for a drink and a dip. She happily accepted and I told her to meet me at the front door. As much as I didn't want to I decided I would put on a pair of trunks to greet her. A couple minutes later I heard the bell and opened the door to perhaps the most beautiful site I had ever seen. Mandy's sharp facial features, wide smile and beautiful eyes were complemented by an unbelievable figure with curves in all the right places.
Her long tan slender legs coming out from under her see-through mesh cover-up tempted my eyes down, while her flat stomach and tiny white bandeau bikini pulled my eyes up. I'd guess she was a C cup and her tiny top barely contained them. I'm not sure how the thing even held together. It was cut low in the front to a point and came up just enough to cover her nipples which were still clearly on display through the thin unpadded material. I'd guess if she jumped one time or made any sudden movements she'd spill out the top immediately.
I couldn't help but say, "Wow, you are just as beautiful below your shoulders as above."
She laughed and responded "You're pretty cute even with trunks on."
I quickly welcomed her in and escorted her though the house. She stopped me and asked for a quick tour as she hadn't seen the final renovations that had been completed. I showed her around and made a point of going behind her whenever possible. Even through her semi-sheer sarong I could see she had an amazing butt with a thin white thong strap that disappeared between her cheeks. She had one of those bubble butts that sticks out begging to be grabbed. I resisted the urge, completed the tour and led us out back.
I went to make her a drink telling her about why I enjoyed dark and stormys and about my plans to buy a sailboat once I saved up some more money after buying the house when she interrupted me.
"Jim, so what's with the swim trunks?"
I laughed and said "It didn't seem appropriate to open the door and greet you naked."
She answered, "Well okay, but now that's done."