Create an excuse

You can't take it anymore, so you decide today to be outside in the back yard when she comes out to sun by the pool. You put on pair of athletic shorts and t-shirt and decide you are going to mow the lawn. She normally comes out about 1 o'clock so your begin on the front lawn at 12:30. It is very hot, the sun is beating down on you, just as you planned, and by the time you're finished in the front t-shirt is gone, showing off your muscular arms and torso. You make your way around the back and begin on the side away from Mrs. Green's house.

Less than five minutes later the glass sliding door opens and she steps out on the patio with a white towel wrapped around her chest, a straw sun hat and sunglasses. She notices you instantly and takes a few moments to watch you work. She stands in plain view of you, waits until you look over, then drops the towel revealing her tiny black bikini that you have been dreaming of. She lets you soak in her front for a few moments then turns around, discards her hat on top of her towel, then bends over her lounge chair, pointing her ass in your direction.

She lies face down, at first with her head looking away from you. you continue with the lawn, but after a few minutes you notice her head is now facing your direction. Her face shows no emotion and her eyes are hidden behind the glasses, but you sense she is watching you. You carry on with the lawn, it takes you another half hour but you finish on the customary property line between the two houses.

You are now within 30 feet of her. She has flipped over, the breasts of your desire up in the air, held in place but the taut bikini top, nipples straining the poke through the material. The plan has gone just as scripted, but now?