A few years ago we had a 24 guy, Carlo, who worked on our garden twice a week.
My youngest daughter, Paige, was 16 at the time and she was in love with him. During the summer, while she was off school and the weather was nice, she would lay out on the patio in progressively skimpier bikini’s, doing her best to attract his attention.
I asked Carlo a couple of times if she was bothering him, but he was always gracious and polite, said it was no problem.
In fairness, Carlo was gorgeous. Tall, dark, handsome, broad shoulders, muscular. On particularly hot days he would remove his shirt and show off his perfect abs.
Sometimes I would put on a bikini and join Paige to enjoy the sun, and her annoyance at my presence was an amusing bonus.
Eventually, her summer holidays ended and Paige had to go back to school. The first Friday after she went back, it was a gorgeous day. I showered, rubbed sun cream all over my naked body, then I put on a sluttier bikini than I would if my daughter was present – a blue strapless number with a thong bottom – and went out back to enjoy the late summer sun. Carlo smiling widely as he said hello to me.