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Ledona heard the sharp edge in her boyfriend''s voice from the kitchen doorway. %u201CBabe, put something on before you go out there. The neighbors can see the pool from their deck.%u201D She paused, one hand already on the sliding glass door, completely naked except for the oversized white t-shirt she''d just yanked over her head. The hem skimmed the very tops of her thighs%u2014barely covering her ass when she stood still, riding up the second she moved. No bra, no panties. She''d decided the panties were pointless anyway; once she was in the water, who would know? The shirt would do just enough to shut him up%u2026 or so she thought. She turned, flashing him a slow, defiant grin. Her long red hair natural, wild, the color of fresh copper cascaded over her shoulders, brushing the thin cotton where it clung to her damp skin from the summer heat. %u201CFine. Shirt on. Happy?%u201D He opened his mouth to argue, but his eyes dropped to where the fabric already hinted at everything underneath: the dark circles of her areolas pressing against the white, the faint shadow of her trimmed red bush visible if the light hit just right. She didn''t wait for his reply. She pushed the door open and stepped out onto the warm deck tiles, barefoot, hips swaying with deliberate laziness. The late-afternoon sun was brutal, turning the pool into a sheet of liquid gold. Ledona didn''t hesitate. She walked straight to the edge, toes curling over the coping, then dove in with a clean, shallow arc. The water swallowed her in a rush of cool relief. When she surfaced, gasping and laughing, the white t-shirt had transformed. What had been loose and opaque was now plastered to her like wet tissue paper completely transparent. Every curve was on display: full breasts heaving with each breath, nipples stiff and dark pink from the sudden chill, the hard peaks poking through like they were begging to be noticed. Lower, the shirt clung to her stomach, outlining the gentle flare of her hips, then lower still where the fabric molded to her mound, the neat triangle of red curls stark against pale skin, the cleft between her thighs clearly defined. She treaded water lazily, arms stretched out, letting the shirt float around her like a second skin. From the deck, her boyfriend stared, jaw slack, already hard in his shorts. But she knew he wasn''t the only one looking. The neighbors'' deck overlooked the pool at just the right angle. She''d caught glimpses of curtains twitching before, heads turning when she sunbathed topless. Today was no different. A silhouette appeared at their railing then another. Phones probably out already, pretending to check the weather. Ledona didn''t care. Redheads got used to the stares early. The color drew eyes like fire; people couldn''t help themselves. And right now, with the shirt basically useless, she felt powerful under their gaze untouchable, desired, completely in control. She swam to the shallow end, where the water only reached her waist. Standing up slowly, she let the droplets cascade down her body. The t-shirt stuck everywhere transparent enough that you could see the goosebumps on her skin, the way her nipples tightened further in the breeze. She ran her hands up her sides, smoothing the wet fabric over her breasts, squeezing them lightly through the cotton just to feel the friction. A soft moan escaped her; she didn''t bother hiding it. Turning her back to the house, she faced the fence facing the neighbors directly now. She bent at the waist to %u201Cadjust%u201D the pool float nearby, ass high, legs slightly parted. The shirt rode up in the back, exposing the lower curve of her cheeks and the shadowed hint of her pussy from behind. Water dripped from her hair, tracing rivulets down her spine, disappearing between her legs. She straightened, flipped her wet red mane over one shoulder, and looked straight toward the deck where the silhouettes still lingered. Then she blew a kiss slow, mocking, dripping with invitation. Her boyfriend finally stepped outside, towel in hand like he was going to cover her up. But the look in his eyes said something else entirely. He dropped the towel on a lounge chair and walked to the pool''s edge. %u201CGet over here,%u201D he growled low. Ledona swam back to him, slow and teasing, until she could brace her arms on the ledge between his legs. The wet shirt floated around her like a halo of sin. She looked up at him, lips parted, water streaming down her face. %u201CYou said put something on,%u201D she purred. %u201CI did. Now what are you gonna do about it?%u201D He reached down, fingers tangling in her soaked red hair, pulling her closer until her mouth was level with the bulge in his shorts. The neighbors were definitely watching now. And Ledona red hair blazing even wetter in the sun, body on full shameless display couldn''t have been more turned on by the thought.