She always flirted.
Now with her words, but with her eyes. And hips. And lips, legs and arms. The way she swayed her arms whenever she came out to get the paper or check the mail. During the hot, summer months, Christine wore mostly daisy dukes and shorts. She was a slim redhead, and somehow, even after spending days gardening, or running in the sun, she rarely tanned. Her skin remained as alabaster as it did during the winter months.
A recent high school grad, Christine was excited about being 18, and finally having the independence that her parents had promised her. This summer, her independence would truly be put to the test. Christine, an only child, would be spending her summer alone; no parents, few rules. The split level suburban home was all her from late June until mid August. Her parents had been invited a summer long trip to Europe with work friends this year. Unfortunately, Christine was not invited. When her mother had told her of the trip, she looked forward to going, but was quickly disappointed in hearing that she was not going to be able to see Germany, France and Italy.
"Peoria, will do." Christine said, as she sat in her lawn chair in the back yard. Christine slipped on her thick rimmed sunglasses and let the sun bathe her. She glanced around her back yard, and her neighbour's back yard. It was early morning, and no one had come out to walk their dogs or fetch their papers just yet. Christine was feeling a bit free this morning, and decided to have a little fun. She undid her top to reveal perky, B-cup breasts. Her nipples were pink and huge. "Wow." She said, as she jiggled them around, laughing at her silliness.
Christine sat back, and felt the sun on her face. Her red hair spread all over her shoulders. Lisa's right hand rested between her thighs. She rocked back and forth in her chair. Her breasts bounced up and down with every move she made. It was then that Christine had an idea; it was early, no one was around, and it'd been at least three weeks since she last had a "release."
Christine laughed at the idea of touching, rubbing and caressing herself in public. Well, it wasn't exactly public. It was her private property. Her own back yard. The own shielding between her and the street was a tall brown fence that any adult could easily see over. "Once in a lifetime." She said. Christine untied each side of her black cotton bikini bottoms. There she was, in her backyard; her parent's home, completely naked. Her thin, yet slightly curvy body sat in a lawn chair, sunbathing.
Christine could feel the grass between her feet as she nervously grazed them back and forth. Despite being quite calm, she could tell that she was in fact wet. The smell was strong, and her lawn chair was already a bit dampened. Christine spread her legs wide open, and rested each leg on the arm rest of the lawn chair.
The only sounds heard were the birds chirping, and the occasional car passing by. Christine slid her two fingers over her engorged clit. Christine closed her eyes, and figured that if anyone were to come by, she'd be able to hear them, and run. She continued to rub her wet pussy. First circling her clit with her middle finger. Her other hand made its way to her nipples.
