As far as I knew, that day was to be no more special than any other day. The sun was out and blazing, birds were chattering away amidst the usual suburban background sounds, and we were relishing both the sun and the cool water of the pool.
At one point we were both in the water when Rox decided she'd had enough swimming and hoisted herself out of the pool. I admired her shapely backside as she pulled herself up and out. She looked sexy and delicious with the beginnings of a tan, and I watched her as she strolled over to where our towels were spread out on the hot, white concrete deck.
She seemed to be taking her time drying off, almost as if stalling. When she was totally dry, she nonchalantly reached behind her and unclasped the top of her suit, pulling the halter over her head to allow her breasts to swing free, baring them to the sun, the sky, and whatever lucky neighbors might happen to be glancing out their window. She shot me a glance, smiling slyly, as I ogled her topless form.
I started to get an erection immediately from the implication of her risky exposure. She twirled the top on her finger to emphasize the blatantness of her act.
At that point I became aware of a sound that I surely had been hearing all along but had not until then realized the significance of. It was the sound of a garbage truck lumbering up the alley in our direction! Here it came, rolling up to the back of Rox's parents' house, the garbagemen noisily grabbing the trash cans and emptying them into the back of the truck. I was immediately charged with the knowledge that in less than a minute or two they would be at our back yard!
My first reaction was to panic. After all, I was already tuned into the riskiness of Rox's blatant exposure, and if I were in her place I would be scuttling to quickly cover myself. When Rox made no move to replace her top, even though it was quite obvious that she could be seen, it dawned on me that Rox had other plans.
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