My father is very fond of gardening with the result that we have fine gardens in both the front and back yards. The front yard garden is mainly for show with lots of flowers in bloom almost all year round. The back garden, on the other hand, is rather utilitarian, designed for the family.
Flower beds and bushes are scattered around and the fences have climbing vines on them. There are patches of lawn that we can use for different things. Very useful when we have a party as the various groups can congregate on different lawns.
One side benefit, which I'm not sure my father intended, was that one of the lawns is quite secluded and can't be seen. Bushes and trees shield it from the house and the other lawn areas and the high fences mean it's not overlooked by neighbours. This makes it a great place for me to do a bit of sunbathing in summer. If you're at home and no-one can see you then you have a chance to ensure that you're not getting any unsightly tan lines.
That's what I was doing in this particular afternoon. The parents were out and so was the sun and I was taking full advantage of this little fact. I was lying there, listening to some soft music. In the background I could hear a dog barking. Not an incessant, irritating yap, but a deep and happy bark that would come every so often. From the male voice that accompanied at times I assumed that the guy in the house behind ours was playing with the dog.
When you hear a man call catch, and then hear a dog bark, it's generally safe to assume that the man is throwing a ball for the dog to catch. That's what I thought, but it turned out I was wrong. A Frisbee came sailing over the fence, just clearing it, and landed at my feet. At the same time there was a frustrated bark and a loud, "Damn".
If you're sunbathing nude and a Frisbee lands next to you your immediate impulse is to pick it up and throw it back before anyone comes looking. That's what I did, jumping to my feet and sending the stupid thing sailing back from whence it came. I wasn't fast enough.
I was still in the act of throwing it when a head popped over the top of the fence. Head? Try head and shoulders and most of his chest. The man had simply grabbed the top of the fence and hauled himself straight up. He was now looming above the fence, propped up by his arms, and it wasn't the Frisbee he was looking at.
"Well, damn, again," he said in a voice that was far too happy for my peace of mind.
He couldn't have appeared at a worse moment. I was standing, facing the fence, One arm flung forward from throwing the Frisbee, the other flung back to balance myself. Talk about putting everything on display.
I promptly applied hand bra and hand panties for all the good that did. He'd already seen everything. Something he didn't mind letting me know. He also didn't say thank you and drop back down into his own yard. Nor did he just stay there ogling me. Not this guy. He just swung his legs up and dropped down on my side of the fence. Quite a nice athletic display but I'd just as soon have missed it.
He was looking at me and smiling and I had to admit it was a very nice smile. There was nothing mean or lascivious about it, just a friendly smile from a man who was enjoying what he was seeing.
"The hands are rather a waste of time, you know," he explained. "I saw everything when you posed as the discus thrower. Very nice you looked, too. Now do the sensible thing and just let your hands drop."
So I did the sensible thing and kept my hands right where they were while giving him the evil eye.
"I would prefer you to hop back over that fence and leave me be," I told him firmly.
"What, that fence?" he asked, pointing to the fence he'd just come across.
"Yes, that fence," I said, smiling sweetly.
"Ah, it's a rather high fence. Don't know if I could jump it from this side."
Why not? It's the same height from either side, surely?
"In that case you can walk around the block until you get home."
He looked around the garden and slowly shook his head.
"I'd get lost in here by myself. Would you be so kind as to lead me to the front gate?"
Dressed like this? He had to be kidding.
"Not really. Just follow the path."
I pointed to the path, which was a silly move. Instead of looking at the path he was looking at what I had inadvertently uncovered. Blushing fiercely I covered myself again.
"Goodness, woman, you're being embarrassed over nothing," he told me, and somehow or other me was standing right in front of me. He just took hold of my wrists and moved my hands away from my body, holding them wide and exposing me completely.
"Did I say over nothing?" he asked. "Silly of me, because you are really something."
He pushed my arms down to my sides. At least that's what I thought he was doing. He continued past my sides until my hands were behind me and then he took both my wrists in one of his hands. It seemed to me that he was really a rather large man.
Free from distractions, like my hands blocking his view, he looked me over again.
"You have a very nice figure," he told me. "Very nice, indeed."
"Thank you. Will you please release my hands?"
I was feeling a little embarrassed but not scared. After all I was in my own yard in the middle of the day. If anything, I was a little excited at having him look me over like this and approve. Not that I'd let him see that. I was quite shocked when he reached up and lightly touched first one nipple and then the other before dropping his hand and running it lightly over my mons.
"Do you mind?" I demanded, outraged. "Just go away, Mister, Mister - Mister whoever you are."
He laughed at me.
