Garage Exhibitionist

This just happened less than an hour ago.

So I like to call myself a closet exhibitionist.Don't know if that's the right term, but I like to be seen, yet deep down I'm really quite shy.  It's when I'm out of town, or drunk, that I get wilder.  Today, since I'm at home, I did one of my hidden exhibitionist routines.  I decided to clean up the garage a little.  After about five minutes out there, with the garage door slightly raised so I don't have to use artificial light, I decided, what the heck, no one can see me fully naked, so I stripped everything off.  Everything except for my sandals.

The garage door itself was raise so you could pretty much see my knees, and maybe part of my thighs, from the outside.  It would just look like I had on some short shorts.  You couldn't see my bum or my pubes.  At least that's what I figured.  Of course, if you got on my driveway and all the way up to the door and looked in the opening, you would probably see all of me, but then that wouldn't be my fault, would it.  I also knew if hubby came home early and tried to open the garage door, the first thing it would do is close, so I was pretty safe.I also figured, as long as I didn't bed over or get on my knees near the garage door, I'd be fine, which there'd be no reason for me to do that. Completely in the nude, with my 34 C's and my nice big butt (hubby's words) jiggling every now and then, I went to complete my mission.  I turned on the radio to my favorite station, and started walking around putting things away (we had just gone camping not too long ago).  A minute of walking around and I looked down at my two dogs and said, man, if you guys had human male minds, you'd be ogling me right now.  About that time the dogs stood at attention and I went to lower the radio. Sure enough, there was a dog barking in the distance, so I told the puppies it was ok and turned the radio back up, higher than before so they wouldn't hear barking like that anymore.

About thirty minutes later again they got up, but assuming it was another dog barking, I ignored them and continued walking around.  I got to one corner of the garage and looked out where I could by bending over and peeking under the door, but could see nothing on that side.  My boobs have a little droop in them, and I was hoping I didn't bend over too far that you could see them, but I'm pretty sure I was fine.  My head is still a foot away from my chest and I'm pretty sure my tatas don't hang that low, yet. So I continued my cleaning. By the way, I had placed my clothes on a step ladder that was near the garage door.  It was already there because of something hubby was working on and I didn't feel like moving it.

Then I thought I heard a noise, but I ignored it.  The dogs were lying down, facing away from the door, near the radio.  I thought I heard it again, this time it sounded like a cough.  I turned to the garage door, and there slightly under the door, but still outside, was a man.  I couldn't quite see him because of the light so all I really saw was his silhouette.  He spoke up and said "Hi [Simple], it's [the landscaping guy]. I just froze.  The dogs heard him this time, and have gotten to know him quite well.  He did our backyard a while back and the dogs were running around in the back watching him, and he would occasional play with them.  They've interacted with him a couple other times also.  For BBQ's, etc.  So they were running to him to probably greet him, when I stupidly called them back, fearing they were gonna go growl at him.  I should have let them go so they could block his view.  To his credit, he did occasionally look away or look down during this interaction.  But I'm told I'm a beautiful woman, so I can't blame him, right. Finally I did the old handbra trick, covering as much of my droopy mammaries with my small left arm and left hand, my other hand I needed to get my clothes.  As it happened, he was peering from near where the step ladder was, so I had to walk over to him.  For some reason, I guess to let him see me for as little time as I could, I kinda hurried my way over there, hopefully not jiggling too much for him (though I'm sure he wanted me to jiggle more), and I grabbed my clothes, and instead of prancing away from him and going into the house, I simply turned around and started putting on my clothes, letting him see more of my bare, big ass. At least I didn't bend over fully or anything to display my hidden charms to him, I carefully eased one leg up slightly, then the other to put on my unflattering underwear.  Then I threw my top on, no bra, and lastly bent over more comfortably to put on my shorts. I don't remember exactly when he did it, but sometime during this whole ordeal he was letting me know that there was some stuff in the backyard he didn't know what to do with.  It was in his way.  Hubby had set up a small kiddie pool for our daughter this past weekend, but he laid it on some chairs to dry in the sun, which were in the middle of the yard for maximum sun exposure.  Unfortunately yesterday it rained so it still wasn't dry.  He left it out another day to see if it would dry.  That and I guess he forgot to tell me the landscaping guys were coming.

I told him I'd be right out, and with all the confusion I forgot to put on a bra.  I don't normally go outside without a bra on (I am shy) but when I get distracted I sometimes forget to do things, like button up properly, put shorts on, or pull my shirt down enough so my belly isn't visible, or in this case, put on a bra.  I told you, I'm shy.  Sometimes people call me a prude. He moved the chairs and the pool for me after I told him where they should go, and then continued doing whatever he needed to do, all while he had this beaming smile on his face.  This whole time, my pokies were sticking out.  They weren't horny hard, they just...I don't know, are quite visible. Hubby loves it. After he left, I started thinking, did he...cough right away?  Or maybe he saw me walk around a little, or even dance in place as I was facing away from him, giving my ass some jiggle with each dance move.  Instead of getting beet red, I got even hotter. I knew if I went right away and touched myself to this story, I would never write it.  So I decided to write it first, and now I'm gonna go rub one out.  Hope you enjoyed!