Extreme Close-Up (Perspectives Book 1) by Julie Jaret Read Free Book Online

not had. If Ricky hadn’t been an ignorant little shit, if she hadn’t taken his comment to heart, her life would’ve been so different. Maybe she would’ve flashed passing cars or entered a wet t-shirt contest after all, she chuckled to herself. Maybe she would’ve won.
    The thought of that ignited something inside her. She pressed her thighs together because at that moment, her body demanded it. It was a similar sensation to what she felt when Braden admitted seeing her long-ago, accidental nipple-flash.
    She bent to scoop clippings into a trash bag. The light evening breeze caressed the sides of her breasts and ribcage through the wide arm openings of her loose shirt. She shrugged to help the shirt slip a little further off her shoulder until one breast was hardly covered at all. She thought about how embarrassed she would be if anyone saw her like this. Just imagining it made her pussy clench.
    “Oh-- Ms. Taylor. You’re home.” The voice came from behind her.
    Lisa jumped, startled out of her reverie. “Braden. Hi.”
    “Sorry to--” he stared at her. “Jesus.”
    She resisted the urge to cross her arms. It had been years since she last felt sexy, and she wasn’t about to let it go. “You’ve done such a great job with the rest of the yard; I couldn’t let these bushes go any longer.”
    “Uh-huh.” He absently patted the front of his shorts, drawing Lisa’s attention to what appeared to be an impressive erection. She was mentally congratulating herself for causing it, when he reached into his front pocket and pulled out an eight-inch PVC pipe. “I mowed over a sprinkler the other day. It’ll take me a minute to fix it.”
    “Thanks. I really do wish you’d let me give you something...” His eyes went black and she trailed off, as visions of sexual favors danced in their heads. Embarrassed by her unintentional double entendre, she lowered her eyes and realized the thick rod in his shorts had remained after he’d taken out the PVC. God almighty .
    One corner of his mouth curled, and he indicated the pipe in his fist. “This’ll only take a minute.” His eyes flicked hotly over every inch of her, before he turned and found the broken pipe ten paces away.
    Lisa forced herself not to watch him. It was nearly impossible, considering the way his old surf t-shirt clung to every slope and groove. Her panties got even wetter when she recalled the look on his face when he saw her. Obviously, being seen -- especially by him -- was a button-pusher. She rolled her eyes as she realized that she was a wannabe exhibitionist who hated her body.Natalie would love to trot out her minor in Psychology for that one .
    She bent to pick up the clippers, aware of the sway of her unbound breasts as she moved. When she straightened to attack another bush, her shirt hung from the hard points of her nipples. She didn’t have to look to know his eyes were on her. The feeling she got from that knowledge was a drug.
    So what now, she wondered, as she clipped another bush. She couldn’t very well go out in public, looking for age-appropriate men to flash. Well, she could , but she wasn’t going to. For some reason, Braden liked to look at her. Why not show the grown boy what he wanted to see? Hell, he’d already seen more than he should have. What’s the harm in showing him more of the same?
    The harm would be to her ego when he realized he’d been fantasizing about 41 year-old breasts.
    Lisa gave herself a mental shake and fervently hoped that wherever Ricky Lavin may be today, he was walking around with a huge set of floppy man-boobs.
    Body image be damned .
    She bent to bag the cuttings, knowing Braden would get a glimpse straight down her shirt if he was looking her way. Given his muttered curse, she assumed he was.
    He came toward her radiating heat and restless energy. His voice was deeper than usual as he walked past saying, “I need to test the system. You’ll wanna stand clear.”
    She watched him disappear