Bella 06: Sunbathing Surprise

Author's note:

This is the sixth Bella story. Bella is gullible and suggestible, often getting into awkward situations. Each story can be read on its own.

I don't have an editor, so I rely on repeated readings and a grammar checker. Please overlook mistakes and enjoy the story.

Everyone in this story is more than 18 years old. There is no actual sex in this story.

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"Sorry I'm late," I said to Carter, putting my purse down. He turned his face to me for a kiss. "I met Evelyn for coffee today after work, and we stopped longer than I thought."

"That's okay," my husband said. "I saw your text." He'd already started dinner, and I busied myself setting the table. "Was she here for a business trip?"

"Sort of," I said. "She came to drop off her brother. He's starting as a Freshman at Franklin Tech. She said carrying all his stuff to his dorm room broke her back. But she has meetings with clients lined up tomorrow."

Carter turned the oven on and sat down on a kitchen chair, patting his thigh. I grinned and settled myself on his lap, and he made me secure by putting his arms around me. Several kisses later, we heard the oven beep and reluctantly stopped making out.

"I don't remember you mentioning Evelyn much," said Carter, serving me. Opening the refrigerator, I grabbed the two watermelon smoothies I'd made in the morning and brought them to the table. "Was she with you in school or university?"

"Middle and high school," I said, thinking back. "Yeah, she had a different group of friends, but we were together for many years. This is good, Carter. You're becoming a herb expert."

Carter beamed. He'd taken to reading a lot of blogs about organic food and flavoring. I was happy he liked cooking, but this fad was getting tiresome. I didn't hate herbs, but he avoided spices and even salt in favor of pure herbal tastes. I usually managed to add some salt or seasoning to my plate when he wasn't looking.

"Actually," I said, thoughtfully, "she mainly wanted me to meet Ian. They have no family here, and she wanted him to know someone locally."

"Ah, got it," said Carter. "So he's just finished high school? Is he comfortable to talk to?"

I grinned. "Not every guy just out of school is a tongue-tied hobbledehoy." I tilted my plate to get the last spoonful. "Ian is actually a talkative fellow. I've met him before at Evelyn's house, but only for a few minutes when I went to pick her up for my bachelorette."

"Well, let me know if I can help." Carter rose from the table with me. Since he'd made dinner, I was going to clear up and load the dishwasher. "What type of engineering?"

"Mech, he said. He hopes to work with a car manufacturer." I looked up from the dishwasher to find Carter leaning against the wall. "You can start the TV. I'll join you in a few minutes."

"That's all right, we'll go together."

I smiled at him. Carter and I both went to work early in the morning. As a result, we tended to go to bed early, too, and got little time together on weekdays, especially as he worked Tuesday to Saturday and I worked Monday to Friday. The time around dinner was precious to us -- we both liked to stay around the other.

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"Say, did you meet your friend's brother again?" Carter asked, a month later. "Has he settled in okay?"

I looked on with despair as he unpacked mint, thyme, cilantro, and more green stuff I couldn't name. "Yeah, he was in town last week. Visited me at the office. I asked him to come home someday."

"Franklin is pretty far," said Carter. With great satisfaction, he sealed his precious herbs in airtight containers that would keep the flavors fresh and wholesome. "Does he have a car?"

"Not yet, but it's less than an hour on the Piedmont," I said. "He and his friends come often. There's not much to do around their campus."

The meetings with Ian so far had been quite a relief for me. I'd gone to Evelyn's house twice on the evening of my bachelorette, and met Ian both times (told in Bashful Bella's Bachelorette). They'd been awkward meetings for me, and I was grateful he had not mentioned them.

"Weather's still pretty good," Carter said. "How about a camping trip to the lake this weekend? Next five months won't be possible."

"Yeah, it's surprising," I agreed. "Afternoons are still not chilly. I'm still able to tan on the patio without getting frostbite."

We discussed a possible trip out to Lake Jordan. We always enjoyed kayaking and paddleboarding there, and it was close enough to drive for a weekend. As usual, the difficulty was our staggered weekends. At the moment, neither of us had many days of leave left.

"This always happens," said my husband petulantly. "I need to synchronize our weekends, but old man Bigelow says it'll happen only when another engineer joins our work group. The junior most always works on Saturday."

"Never mind, love," I said. "It won't be for long. Your company's growing, so they'll be hiring soon."

"I suppose," he said. "Until then, you lie in the sun on Saturdays, and I play video games on Monday."

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I came awake slowly, awakened by a crackling noise. I squinted, trying to open my eyes in the bright sun and remembered I had fallen asleep on the sunbed on our patio. I sensed someone near me and wondered if Carter had left the door unlocked again.

"Hi, Bella," I heard, and turned to see Ian standing near the kitchen door that led to our patio. He had been unwrapping the cellophane on an electronic doohickey, making the noise that woke me.

"Uh, hello, Ian," I said, at a loss about handling this situation. I looked around for my robe and remembered having left it in the family room on the way to our backyard. "Have you been here long? I just fell asleep in the sun."

"No, just a few minutes." He threw the cellophane in the bin and ambled over to sit on the sunbed near me. "You have a great tan, Bella!"

"Uh, thanks, Ian," I said. "Are you in town for the day?"

"Yeah, my gang hit town in the morning. Had lunch, and now they're watching a movie. I thought I'd visit with you and Carter."

"Carter works on Saturday and gets home around five," I said, and looked up at him. "Uh, Ian, don't you think you should have waited inside when you saw I was tanning nude?"

"But I've already seen you naked," he said, comfortably. "You came completely nude to our house that day. When you came to pick Sis up for your party."

"Well, yes," I said, wondering if that argument held water. Ian was sitting next to my knees and watching me, and I could see his eyes flickering from my face to my nipples and back. I decided to change the topic and then leave to get dressed. "Say, what's that gadget you have?"

"It's a karaoke microphone," he said. "You connect it to your phone with Bluetooth. Then it plays the background music and shows you the lyrics, so you can sing the song." He stretched to offer it to me, and I took it. "Sounds interesting," I said, gasping as Ian put his now free hand on my thigh. "So, have you tried it out?"

"Yeah, Todd has one, so I've tried it." He raised his eyes from my pussy and smiled. "I'm a pretty terrible singer, so I think this might help me. Do you sing, Bella?"

"Not much," I said wistfully. "I would like to, though."

On our last vacation, we had gone to Maine and I had ended up nude on stage, singing with a band to get my clothes back (told in Bella 05: Clothes Taken Hostage). A few days later, I had confided in Carter my desire to take singing lessons and learn to play the guitar.

"The applause and cheering at that restaurant got you, huh?" he had said, with his slow, gentle smile. "You want to be a stage performer?"

"Well, my act went over well," I had replied. "And that was without any training. "So if I..."

"Bella, my love," Carter had said, pulling me down onto his lap. "You told me it was a mostly male crowd. I don't doubt they loved you. But don't give up a good career in M&A for T&A success."

I knew M&A, of course. I worked in the mergers and acquisitions department at my firm. But what was T&A?

"Tits and ass," Carter had said, grinning. "That's why they were cheering and going ape over you. You may not get the same response if you go on stage wearing your clothes."

I was brought back to the present by feeling my nipples being pulled up and hearing, "Earth to Bella! Earth to Bella!"

"What are you doing?" I tried to swat Ian's hands away, but he had already removed them. "Ian!"

"You were lost somewhere, Bella," he said reasonably, picking up the microphone again. "I guess you were remembering some past performance."

Ian was so close to the truth that I forgot my anger at his touching my nipples. "Well, sort of. Gimme a minute, Ian. I need to get dressed."

Ian had put the microphone down on my belly, and now he put his phone down next to it. He was digging through the box and pulling out a charger, various cables, tiny speakers, and a small booklet. "Ah, here are the instructions."

"Ian, please pick up all this stuff. I need to go and get dressed," I said. My hands were covered in sun tan oil, and I didn't want to touch the electronic equipment.

"No, please don't, Bella," Ian said earnestly. "You look so delightful without clothes. Please don't ruin it by putting clothes on." He went back to reading the instructions.

"Ian, I can't hang around nude." I tried to speak firmly. "You should..."

"Why can't you hang around nude?" he asked, absently. "I've seen everything already -- boobs, nipples, pussy. So you can just continue catching the rays. Besides, you'll sing better."

"Really?" I asked. "How come?"

"Oh, the passion comes through if you're nude." Ian looked up from the booklet. "Okay, I think I have it. You connect by using..."

"Here you go." He held out the microphone with his eyes still fixed on the booklet. Unwillingly, I took it from him. "What's your favorite song? To sing, I mean?"

"Do re mi," I said, reluctantly. "From The Sound of Music."

"Wow, you're into classical music," he said, tapping furiously on his phone. "Oh, we're in luck! The karaoke version is available."

"You ignoramus," I yelled. "It's one of the biggest hits of all time." I clammed up as the opening notes came through the speaker. Was he really expecting to watch me sing karaoke in the nude?

Clearly, he was. He put his hands on my thighs and sat up erect, looking at me expectantly. We'd been talking for several minutes now, and as he'd said, he'd seen all of my body before. I'd look silly making an issue of it now. Taking a deep breath, I looked at the lyrics on the screen of his phone and began.

For the second time in a few weeks, I sang Do re mi fully naked. The first time it had been on stage with a four-man band before a hundred diners at a restaurant. This time, I was alone with a young man sitting on my sunbed, running his hands over my thighs, dangerously close to my pussy.

I had been nervous and far from aroused on stage; my feelings had gone from terrified and anxious to exhilaration as the audience clapped and cheered me. It had encouraged me to start singing when alone. After Do re mi, Ian took the phone and asked me what other songs I knew.

"Uh, look for Coat of Many Colors," I said. Best not to sing about love and passion while nude with a guy. While he was tapping on the phone, I got a moment to think and sat up. "Ian, I should get dressed. Carter will be home soon."

"Oh, has he never seen you nude?" he asked, making me gasp at the cheek. "You mean, you always do it in the dark? Hey, that's so cute and old-fashioned modesty."

"That's not...," I started, but he cut me off.

"I had an Aunt Gertrude like that," he said. "I once overheard her telling my Mom that in twenty years of marriage, Uncle Clarence had never seen her nude. She always made sure the room was completely dark when doing it. How old are you, anyway?"

"Doofus, we're both twenty-five." I took a deep breath to go on, and he spoke again.

"But then you can't ever do it in the day, right? Difficult to make a room completely dark in the daytime. So, no action on the weekends?"

"Of course we do it!" I said vehemently. I'd forgotten my primary purpose of not being found nude with Ian by my husband. "I'm not your Aunt Gertrude. Carter sees me nude all the time. We..."

"Then there's nothing to worry about," he said, passing me the phone again. The opening chords of Dolly Parton's heartwarming hit came through, and I concentrated on staying with the tune. The words and the story behind this song had always touched me, and I lost myself.

"That was stupendous, Bella," said Ian, as I passed the phone back to him. "You sang with so much feeling." He put the phone down on my belly and started tapping. "Say, you have such an interesting shape of pussy hair. It's like a pyramid."

"It's called pubic hair," I said. "It's supposed to be private."

"Yeah, to people who haven't seen you bare." He was running his fingers through my pubic hair, and I wondered if I should stop him. He ran his fingers over my pussy lips, making me gasp. "But your lips are clean. Did you have the laser?"

"Don't touch me there!" I glared at him. "And no more questions about this."

"Okay, tell me about your nipples," he said cheerfully, but took his hands away from my pussy. "How do you keep them pink when the rest of you is so tanned?"

"Double layer of sunscreen," I said. "And perhaps nipples don't tan? I don't know." I looked at Ian as he ran his finger in circles around my areola, sending electricity from the sensitive skin to my confused brain. I knew I had to stop him."Listen, find I Walk the Line."

Ian leaned back and fiddled with his phone as I lay back, taking deep breaths. He's just a kid, I told myself, barely eighteen. I shouldn't be so affected by him. But being completely naked with him was decidedly exciting, and his touching my lady bits so casually was stimulating me. I hoped Johnny Cash's classic song on temptation and loyalty would cool me down.

As I tried to concentrate on the lyrics, I felt Ian's fingers walking up and down my thighs. Looking up, I saw his eyes on mine, and he gestured encouragingly. I tried to ignore the heat in my lower body, but it was impossible. Someone looking at my nude body always got me fired up, and Ian was running his eyes all over me at close quarters.

"Ian, I'm enjoying the microphone, but we have to stop." I tried to speak firmly, but my voice wavered as the heat building in my loins seemed to affect my vocal cords. "And you need to stop touching me." I wasn't thinking clearly because of sexual arousal, but I was certain about this.

"Yes, of course, Bella," he said, politely taking his hand off my thigh. "Actually, I just want to see you."

I giggled. I couldn't help it. "You are seeing me. You couldn't see more of me unless you had a speculum."

"Yes, but nothing nude there," he said, waving his hand. "I mean, nothing new. I've seen you nude in our living room and having a shower." He looked at me and smiled. "I want to see you touch yourself. Like you do when you're horny and Carter isn't available."

"What!" I exclaimed. "Are you crazy?" Another thought struck me. "How do you know what I do?"

"Oh, everyone does it," Ian said comfortably. "I do it a bunch. Everyone gets horny, and you don't always have someone available, right?"

"I guess so." I closed my legs tight, not wanting Ian to see the trickle of juices leaking from my pussy. "Yeah, but it's a private thing, y'know?"

"Well, yeah," he said. He stood and moved away from me, then, to my relief. Lowering himself to the sunbed at the foot end, he looked at me expectantly. "But I've seen you going around nude, and having a shower, so this isn't much."

"Uh, I don't know, Ian," I said, uncertainly. My pussy and lower belly were warm and crying for a touch. In this state, if Ian hadn't been there, I would be getting myself off. "I've never done it with anyone watching."

"Well, today's a great day to begin," Ian said cheerfully. "Besides, I just may have got you started on a great new career."

I looked at him, looking for all the world like a dog waiting for a reward, and slowly spread my knees. My right hand lifted off the sunbed and fell on my belly. As Ian licked his lips, my fingers walked down my belly, through my small pyramid of pubic hair, and touched my pussy lips.

A small gasp escaped my lips. Ian looking at my body, his occasional touches, and singing on the microphone had ignited my desire. I needed to touch myself and get myself off. Ian ceased to matter in my mind.

My palm covered my pussy as my middle finger worked its way between my lips at their lowest point. My juices had been collecting there for long minutes, and I felt my finger get wet and slippery immediately. My finger felt as if it were traveling on wet glass as I drew it along my slip.

"Wow, Bella." Ian was watching my hand from three feet away and seemed to be holding his breath. "Your pussy lips are all shiny now."

Ignoring him, I inserted another finger between my labia and slowly moved two fingers up and down, rubbing my inner lips. They were usually completely covered by labia and therefore exquisitely sensitive. My breathing grew irregular as my pussy sent intense signals all over my body.

I felt Ian tapping the inside of my ankles, and obliged him by moving my knees further apart. "Thanks," he murmured, as he got a better view. "Don't you go into your pussy? I'd love to see that!"

I put my fingers into my pussy and found my G-spot, rubbing my fingertips back and forth across the deliciously sensitive patch. I heard a long moan and looked at Ian before realizing my own throat had produced that evidence of extreme arousal.

My pussy was on fire, and I felt the junction of my thighs get slick as my secretions pooled between and below. Pulling my fingers out, I moved them up to trap my needy clit between them. I sighed as that sensitive bud sent screaming signals of joy to my fogged brain.

"Rub your clit, Bella," said Ian, his gaze fixed on my hand and pussy. "Side to side would be good."

"Do you mind?" I demanded. "I know how to do it!"

"Yes, of course." Ian held up both hands. "Not guiding you. Just saying what I want to see."

"Yeah? I should do what you want to see?" I wished he'd stop talking. Arguing with him, I could feel my climax receding. Maybe I should do what he wanted, just to shut him up. After all, I was getting myself off for his viewing pleasure.

Focusing my eyes on Ian, I noticed his mouth was half open as he watched my fingers move side to side on my clit. His hands were on my knees now, holding them apart to see my self-play better. I wanted to protest but had better things to do right then.

My index finger was now circling my clit as I decided to torture myself by delaying my orgasm. I ran it down to the bottom of my slit to collect some of my pussy juice and brought it back to make my delicate flesh wet and slippery again. My clit seemed to throb in anger and excitement as my finger went round and round at its base without touching it. I slowed my finger as my climax seemed to get closer.

Ian was leaning forward now in excitement. "Are you close, Bella?" he whispered. "Your clit is poking out of your pussy lips. Can it touch it?"

I shook my head violently. My whole body was on fire now. I felt my climax building deep inside my belly. I noticed my other hand was on my breast, squeezing it rhythmically.

I put my fingers on my hard clit and pressed it down. Another long moan escaped my lips as I slid my fingers across my hypersensitive bud and into the smooth, hot flesh of my pussy. I moved my fingers in and out gently as my climax approached.

Ian was on his feet now, looming over me as I plunged my fingers repeatedly into my cooze. My muscles tensed as my orgasm hit me, and I arched my body to lift my hips off the sunbed. Ian released my knees as I bucked and writhed in the throes of an enormous climax.

Ian seemed to be saying something, but I couldn't hear well because of the loud bells clanging in my ears. My pussy erupted with love juices, and I heard a squelching sound as my hips came down on the sunbed. I pulled my fingers out of my pussy and ran them over my clit slowly as my climax subsided with a series of small aftershocks.

"That... that was brilliant, Bella," said Ian softly, as I lay back on the sunbed. "Absolutely mindblowing! Thanks a ton. I couldn't imagine ever seeing something so thrilling."

"I must be mad," I murmured. My clit was enjoying the attention as I rubbed two fingers gently over it. "I can't believe I just did that!"

"It was fun, wasn't it?" Ian was smiling broadly. Sitting at the end of the sunbed, his eyes were locked on my pussy. With a sigh, I stopped playing with my clit and crossed one leg over the other. "You're beautiful, Bella. Especially right now. You're flushed red, and you just look happy, and..."

"All right, Ian!" I sat up and stopped his speech. "I'm nude and I masturbated for your viewing pleasure. I get it. You enjoyed it."

He grinned at me and I smiled back. Stretching, I swung my legs onto the ground and found my flip-flops. Ian had a full view of my behind as I stood up, but it didn't seem to matter now.

"Will you stay for dinner?" I asked him. "We're just having a pasta and corned beef salad. There's plenty for three."

"I'd love to, Bella, thanks." He looked up at me and smiled. "D'you think we could do this again?"

"Of course not!" I spoke vehemently. "I shouldn't have done it once. No question of a repeat."

"Heh, heh," cackled Ian. "I know. Was just sending you up."

"And remember, no hints or smirks at Carter. He mustn't know." I smiled to myself as Ian nodded vigorously. I'd probably tell him myself about being caught sunbathing nude, but not about having an orgasm with Ian watching. "What's the time, Ian?"

"Almost four thirty," said Ian, picking up his phone. "You don't have to get dressed right away. You have half an hour."

"I want to shower," I said, shaking my head at his desire to have me nude. "Then start preparing dinner. I don't want to rush to get dressed when Carter's car drives up."

"You're going to shower?" said Ian eagerly. "Can I watch? I mean, I've already seen..."

"Stop it, Ian!" I tapped his head as I passed him. "You've seen plenty today. Go set the table. I'll be back in ten."

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Dinner went well. Carter took to the college Freshman, and they talked easily while I finished preparing the dinner. I kept my ears tuned to their conversation, hoping Ian wouldn't let anything slip by a joke or innuendo.

After dinner, he helped rinse the dishes and load the dishwasher, talking respectfully to Carter and me. He didn't overstay his welcome, rising soon after to leave.

"Uh, Ian," I said, hesitatingly in the car. I had offered to drive him to the station. "You didn't tell Carter about, er, finding me sunbathing, did you?"

"I never will, Bella," he said, turning to me. He smiled and went on. "I don't want to create any trouble. I just appreciate what happened. It was so unbelievably wonderful -- to be with you while you were singing nude."

"I appreciate your self-control, Ian," I said, giggling. "You didn't try to get your pants off and come on to me. I need to work on being hotter, huh?"

"Ah, come on, Bella," he said, grinning at me. "Even a rock would be roused to do you, Bella, but I can't. You're a married woman. Besides, Evelyn would kill me."

"That's good thinking," I said, nodding. Ian hadn't pushed me and had stepped back whenever I told him to. Maybe we could do a repeat performance. "And I enjoyed it, too. But we won't talk about it."

He nodded, looking crestfallen, and we shook hands as he left. I drove home to Carter, who wondered why I jumped his bones so aggressively.

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