"I'm home babe!" Anna called to out the empty room. Keys and hospital ID jingling onto the sideboard. Coat and purse slumped in a pile on the corner of the nearby couch. The familiar routine allowing her to release the stress of the day. Her shoes were next, kicking the sensible white flats next to the door. Scrubs followed, tops then bottoms, into a bin specifically set next to the sideboard. She stretched and breathed into the bottom of her lungs. As loose fitting as they were they always felt tighter, heavier even, as the day wore on. There was nothing like getting those things off at the end of the shift, and today was one hell of a shift. Over and above the flood of patients, coughing and hacking in their beds, there were a dozen or so ignorant protestors shouting ridiculous things at her and the patients, both on her way into the hospital and out again. None of them wearing masks, and all of them waving insane signs about freedom or choice or something. She just wanted to help people. They used to cheer and now... ugh fuck them anyway...
Rubbing the aggravation from her eyes she adjusted her bra strap higher onto her shoulder with a resigned sigh. Adjusting each breast so they sat more comfortably in the stabbing C cups of the constricting garment. The waist band of her underwear had rolled down in the rush to get out her scrubs. This pair never fit right, but she was still loath to throw them away. They always started the day fitting, but by first break they had usually slipped to the side to let one lip free. Or they tried their own version of colonoscopy, working their way so far up her ass she could have used them as dental floss. Butt floss... She smiled at the thought.
If she was being honest, she was just plain tired. Unopened bills resting on the sideboard diverted her attention. She flipped through them, and idly wandered into the living room. Sunshine cascaded through the large bay window creating a warm patch and that heat flowed up into her tired aching feet. She wiggled her toes into the comforting carpet. Too many new patients today, all of them regretting their choices. She sighed again, and absent mindedly retrieved her nomadic underwear from between her butt cheeks.
Even old and thread bare, they were still her lucky undies. She always wore them when she wanted a bit of help to get through the day. They were the ones she was wearing on her first date with Scott, her now fiancé. She could still remember the first time she saw him, helping support one of his coworkers as they limped into the ER, just as she was getting off day shift and heading for the bus. He glanced shyly at her, gifting her with a warm smile. Her heart stopped. His slender and lithe body flexing and moving under a loose tank top. Dirty overalls hiding what she imagined were toned legs and a tight ass. His arms like coiled steel holding his larger, loudly complaining friend, sparkled with a thin sheen of sweat. Her pussy tingled while she watched and did again now at the memory. They had only exchanged a quick glance as he passed, but she watched him walk up to the doors and through. It was pure luck that the same smile crossed her tinder feed later, while in the bath, trying to relive some tension. Swiping right didn't help, but it did get her a first date the next night.
A shrill whistle broke her reverie and she turned around to the cheers and applause of three men, construction workers judging by their clothes, staring at her through the bay window. They caught her on full display, one hand holding her mail the other moving back from fixing her underwear. The view was spectacular, her feminine lightly tanned form literally reflecting the sunlight that had warmed her feet. A white lace bra that did nothing to conceal hardening nipples. Even the thread bare SuperGirl undies were working to accentuate rather than conceal anything she thought she wanted private. With a small squeak, she dropped into a hugging crouch just below the sill. The loud disappointed groans from the workers filtered in through the glass. She quickly extended one arm to flip them the finger. Laughs and cries for her return chased her as she hunch walked into the kitchen, and completely out of their view. Smiling as she stood with a flick of her blonde hair. Her face flushed with the exertion and the attention. Certainly, it was the sexiest view those pigs have had in a while, she thought. Wonder if any of them managed to get a picture... quickly shaking her head to dismiss that train of thought, she caught sight of the sink full of dirty dishes and sighed.
"Babe?" she called out again.
"Out here!" Came the familiar male voice from the back yard.
"What are you doing? It's cold out here..." Anna said joining her fiancé on the deck.
"Holy shit! Smoke show on the back deck!! You know, it isn't that cold if you have some clothes on! I mean you could heat up Antarctica you're so hot. But fuck babe, maybe a shirt? What if the neighbours see?? Wait, were you the cause of all that cheering I heard from the front of the house?"
She rolled her eyes. "That was just some assholes acting like they never seen a woman before. And the neighbours won't care, I'm wearing more now, than I have on sunbathing out here in the summer." She stepped closer to him to lay a hand on his forearm.
"I don't remember you owning a see-through lace bikini!"
"Stop! My god! What is this by the way?" Anna said gesturing to the appliance Scott was tending. "Smells weird..."
"Just running some meat through the smoker, one of the framers at the job site got his elk weekend before last and gave me a couple of roasts."
"Just gave you some roasts..."
"Well... he was looking forward to being off for a week in the woods, away from the wife and kids, just him and the boys you know, and I said he would get his elk on the first day, get rained out, and then be up to his ass in a "honey do" list for the rest of his vacation. He said 'Wanna bet!' and you know it rained all last week... so here is the prize. A nice top sirloin roast!"
"Seriously..." Anna said rubbing her eyes, the chill air was getting to her, and cold wooden deck was bringing the ache back to her feet. A shit day, and then pigs in the window, and now some absurdly weird smelling meat... It was just too much. She hugged her arms tightly under her boobs, trying to hear what Scott was saying.
"Well, he said they stuck it out for two days in the rain before they were too miserable to continue. Plus, they didn't get the animal until the end of the second day, and that was just more reason to get out. Either way we lucked out with this roast!"
"I don't like elk!"
