I have always been a bit of a show-off.

One of my favorite pastimes is dressing up in my shortest skirt with thong underwear and a thin T-shirt without a bra, then going shopping at the local mall. Parading in and out of the stores is so exciting when I know that guys are staring at me. The more they stare, the hotter I become.

I especially enjoy watching them follow me up the escalator, just to try to get a peek at my ass under my skirt. Sometimes I do my best to lean just right to “make their day.” Usually I have to hurry back to my car to play with myself and relieve my pent-up excitement.

Last spring I had an occasion to show off a little closer to home. It had been a particularly tough tax season in the office, and I was looking forward to taking a week off to work on my tan, read a few books, and just recharge my batteries. I was disappointed when my husband was unexpectedly called out of town, but then I thought the quiet time would actually be welcome.

The first day by the pool, I happened to notice my neighbor’s son, Danny, watching me from his second-story bedroom window. He was home for the summer, soon to be finishing his senior year at college. After first being a little annoyed at this invasion of privacy, I decided to enjoy the opportunity to show off a little.

The next day, Danny was in his window again. I started thinking of ways I could make his viewing even more interesting. That night I went shopping for three new bathing suits. I spent a few hours soaking in the tub and planning my display. I took time to shave my legs and bikini area, and smoothed some moisturizer all over my body before going to bed.

The following morning I could hardly wait to get outside. I put on one of my new bathing suits, positioned my chair so that Danny could get his best view, and proceeded to rub tanning lotion very slowly all over myself. I could see the kid out of the corner of my eye, and could tell I had his undivided attention. After an hour or so, I went inside and changed into my second bathing suit, one with a Brazilian bottom that exposed most of my ass. I repositioned the chair so that my feet were pointed directly at his window.

I pretended to be sleeping, letting my knees fall apart to give him a perfect view of my crotch. I peeked beneath my sunglasses, and was certain that he was stroking himself. It was very exciting to have this young stud so focused on my body.

I could not control myself any longer, and went back inside to put on the third suit, which had the smallest thong-bottom I could find. Its top was so tiny it barely covered my nipples. Back outside, I assumed the same position on my back with my pussy in plain view.

After a few minutes, I rolled over onto my stomach and untied my top. From Danny’s vantage point I must have looked completely naked. With the sun warming my body and the thought of this lad still staring at me, I was having a hard time controlling my excitement. I wanted to shove my hands inside my thong and touch myself, but just couldn’t do it with his eyes glued on me.

“The bathing suit had the smallest thong-bottom I could find, and its top was so tiny it barely covered my nipples.”

When I couldn’t stand it any longer, I started to squeeze my ass together and grind my pussy and nipples into the lounge chair. To get a little better leverage on the towel bunched between my legs, I propped myself up on my elbows and pretended to read my book. I continued this rocking and grinding motion, teasing my nipples and squeezing my ass until I could stand it no longer. Burying my head in my pillow, I let out a muted scream, followed by a shudder and a very helpful orgasm. A wet spot began to form under my pussy.

I wasn’t quite finished with the exhibition. I tied my top back on and walked over to the side of the pool, pretending to investigate something at the filter. I made very slow and deliberate motions to bend over, exposing my ass to my second-story friend. After a bit I went inside and phoned my neighbor’s house. Danny answered the phone. I asked him if he knew anything about pool filters. I knew he was home alone because both his parents worked.

The 19-year-old was over at my house in a flash. He had on swimming trunks and a T-shirt. It was obvious he had developed quite a physique during his years at junior college. I met him at the door, and shot him a good view of my tits. He was unable to remove his eyes from my chest.

I took him outside, and we pretended to look around at the pool fixtures. I took every opportunity to bend over in front of him and show off my tits. At one point I was so close to him that I could feel his breath on my already-hard nipples. When it was established that we were not able to solve my imaginary swimming-pool problem, I invited Danny inside and offered him a cold beer to thank him for his efforts.

In the living room he could not keep his eyes off my crotch as I crossed and uncrossed my legs. I wondered if the wet spot was showing through. He made more than a few comments about how much he liked my bathing suit, so I knew I had the opportunity to push my display a little further. I jumped up and told him that I’d bought a few other suits, and would he mind letting me know what he thought of them?

I went to the bedroom and put on the suit with the Brazilian bottom again and walked out to the living room. I paraded in front of him, and caught a glimpse of the lump growing inside his shorts. He squirmed and shifted positions on the sofa to try to hide his excitement. He mumbled something about how he liked this suit better than the last. I told him I had one more to show him if he didn’t mind. He couldn’t refuse.

When I went to the bedroom and put on the thong bottom of the third suit, just the slight pressure against my clit as I pulled it on almost caused me to come right there. I had to take a moment to regain my composure before making my final show. I slipped on a pair of high heels to lift my ass and display my long legs to better advantage as I strutted past him within inches of his nose, for his approval.

I was now so wet, I was sure he could smell my excitement. He was absolutely speechless as I turned to leave the room, but then I changed my mind and sat down to finish my beer. I thoroughly enjoyed watching my visitor try to hide his excitement from me. It was quite hard for me to keep from grabbing a handful of my pussy to relieve my own discomfort. When I went to get us more beers, Danny suddenly jumped up and ran out of the house, saying he’d just remembered something he had to do.

Well, okay. The show must go on, audience or no audience. I stood up, untied my top, and let it fall to the floor. I pulled my thong high on my hips, digging the fabric into my pussy, and up against my already swollen clit. I rubbed my hands up and down my stomach. I explored the curves of my legs and my ass, and worked my way up to my breasts and erect nipples. Tugging and pinching them almost brought me to orgasm, but I stopped just short. Not able to control myself much longer, I pulled off my thong and ran my hands up my legs until I reached my swollen pussy. With one finger on my clitoris and another between the wet lips, I stroked myself to one incredible orgasm after another until my knees were too weak for me to stand up.

The next day I stayed inside, knowing that I could not tease this poor college boy any longer. When my husband got home later that evening, I met him in the kitchen to show off my tan and my new thong suit. I started to perform my fashion show for him, but he never let me get past the first act before we were naked together on the living-room floor. He made more than a few comments about how my week off seemed to agree with me.