The worst part of a bedroom facing east was how the sun would sneak in through a crack in the blinds and wake her on her day off. But even though Brittany had taken today off work on short notice she didn't mind the sun. In fact, it was perfect for her plans for the day.
She rose and padded barefoot down the stairs and into the kitchen to start the coffee. Toast with homemade peanut butter would put enough gas in her tank for a leisurely morning and as she finished and cut the toast into triangles the coffee had stopped dripping. She swiped through the social media feed on her phone as she ate and when finished she took her half-full cup of coffee upstairs and set it on the bathroom counter after turning on the shower to get hot.
She pulled the satin camisole over her head and shimmied out of the minimal panties she wore in her sleep and looked in the mirror, pleased with what she saw. Her twenties were a recent memory but she still had her college figure. No abs were showing but her stomach was flat and firm, her tush well-rounded and solid thanks to more squats than she could begin to count. Her 34c's were the perfect size, she had decided long ago. Not so huge that they defined her but ample for showing off if the situation presented itself. They were still perky, and she was confident that if her college roommate ever showed up and wanted to do the pencil test they had giggled through, her boobs would let it fall to the floor.
She stepped into the shower and let the water soothe her body. She washed and conditioned her long chestnut hair, washed her body then began shaving. Women know that there is shaving, then there is a thorough shave, making sure all the nooks and crannied and clean as a whistle. This was as thorough as ever.
Brittany toweled off and slipped into her favorite gym shorts and cropped t-shirt. The shorts were just long enough to cover her ass cheeks and she loved the whisper thin material. the t-shirt was a throw away from a 5k she ran trying to impress man whose name she was now unable to remember. She had cut off the last few inches, so it hung just above her navel leaving her piercing visible.
The clock said 9:30 as she took her iPhone, inserted her ear buds and started as she always did with the soundtrack to the Big Chill. Her dad had been a huge fan of sixties music and she remembered hearing this music through the cassette player in his car. It was happy music that reminded her of her childhood. She gathered her book, water bottle, sunscreen and sunglasses with "Heard it Through the Grapevine" already thumping in her ears as she entered her oasis.
The backyard wasn't huge, she could mow it in about 20 minutes, and when she had considered buying the place a definite plus was the six-foot stockade fence that surrounded it. She loved the privacy, especially for her favorite unofficial holiday of the year. Nude Day was always a random day during the week in July. She kept up with her work and watched the weather forecast closely. The perfect Nude Day would have sun, temperatures that were warm but not too hot and ideally minimal humidity. This was a tall order for suburban Cleveland, but the planets had aligned perfectly today, and her boss was more than willing to give her the day off.
She moved the chaise lounge to the middle of the yard, as far as possible from the shade of the oak tree and put her book and water on a table next to it. She slid out of her clothes and felt the sun warm her bare skin. She sighed. God, she loved Nude Day.
She thoroughly sprayed her body with sunscreen and closed her eyes behind her sunglasses, pushing out the world beyond her fence and letting her mind wander to places a lady's imagination tends to go when she is nude.
"Tell Him" by the Exciters wound down and she knew it was the end of the album. As her earbuds went quiet Brittany heard unusual sounds for her neighborhood. Men were talking and she heard what sounded like construction air nailers. She looked around and saw that next door the Jacobsens were getting a new roof. She could see the roofers which meant, of course, that they could see her as well. She hoped they had enjoyed the show and was glad she hadn't started masturbating yet.
An exhibitionist with minimal experience, Brittany wasn't one to embarrass easily and she decided that there was no reason to cancel her plans for the day. In fact, as she thought about three dirty, blue collar men watching her sunbathe her mons began to swell a bit.
After a few minutes she heard the ladders rattle and the compressor turn off. She checked the time on her phone, exactly 10:30, time for the crew to take their morning break. She decided to go have a conversation. She put her shorts and t-shirt back on as well as her sandals and went through the gate and down the street to where the crew's truck and trailer were parked. She took a deep breath and put on her best smile as she came to the tailgate where the men were sitting shirtless.
"Isn't it a beautiful day, guys?" She asked this twirling the end of her ponytail, giving them every reason to believe she wasn't angry. She noticed they all had good definition in their chests and arms. "I hope you've been enjoying the view. You must be able to see some pretty amazing things from all the way up there." The guys were embarrassed and unsure what a safe response would be.
"I'll make a deal with you guys. As long as I don't see any phones out taking pictures or videos while you're on the roof, I'll keep doing what I'm doing. But if I get any hint that you're saving stuff for later, I'll call your boss and alert the lady who lives here. By the way, she's an attorney who specializes in sexual harassment cases and I guarantee it won't end well for you. Agreed?" They nodded a combination of excitement and embarrassment and watched her walk back down the sidewalk, adding a little extra wiggle in her ridiculously small gym short. Damn Brittany loved an audience.
Back in her yard she dumped her clothes again and put on another favorite album, but his time with only one ear bud, she wanted to be aware of what was going on around her. Soon the air compressor restarted, the ladders rattled and the consistent thunk thunk thunk of their nailers made it clear they were back to work.
Brittany thought of the roofing crew, two younger guys, maybe in college but about that age. The third was older and had the deep suntan of a career roofer whose bronze skin lasted throughout the winter, only to be added onto the next summer. They were all fit and appeared virile and most certainly an appreciative audience.
As she thought about the three, she realized that her hand had wandered between her legs, moving from her soft, smooth, newly-shaven pussy to her wetness. She thought about climbing the ladder to the roof still naked and laying on the hot shingles with her feet rolled back by her shoulders. Each would take a turn pounding her wet pussy, coming in her or, as she preferred, on her stomach or tits. The third guy, of course, would get impatient waiting his turn and opt for her mouth. She could imagine the feeling of his hard cock in her throat and his smell after working in the sun all day. He would be dirty and gritty and fuck her like an animal.
She thought of the time she and her then boyfriend had been caught in the backyard during a sudden downpour. She tried to run for the house, but he grabbed her from behind, yanked her panties to the side as he bent her over the back porch railing in the middle of the storm. He gave her the hardest ride she had ever had. She had cum hard that afternoon in the rain and it was a memory she often went back to when she needed some erotic inspiration.
Brittany thought of what it would be like to have all three of them like that, pounding and spanking her, pulling her hair, one of them from behind while the other shoved his cock down her throat. She would pretend to fight him off, of course, but it sounded fantastic.
Her finger had found her clit by now and she was rubbing vigorously. It seemed that most of Nude Day was spent on the edge of an orgasm, so she didn't have far to go. The rhythm of the roofers nailing stopped, she noticed as her body began to convulse fantasizing about them. Her entire body heaved as she let out a shout and she collapsed back in the lounger. A minute later the roofers were back to work.
She had a satisfied grin knowing they had been watching. This was going to be a fun day.
It became a game to see how many ways she could get the guys to put their tools down for a minute or two. Bending over to move her chair was a sure-fire hit. And every time her hands went below her navel things would slow down as well. She made it a constant habit to adjust her navel ring. She was disappointed that the piece de resistance, her on her hands and knees weeding the garden, was completely ineffective, but she realized she was too close to the fence and they guys couldn't see her.
Around 4 the sun went behind the Oak Tree and she knew the yard would be shaded the rest of the day. She gathered up her things, gave an enthusiastic wave to her voyeurs and went inside to shower off the sunscreen her perspiration. Once she was clean, she put on her favorite yellow sundress, which perfectly highlighted her deep tan. She loved that there were no tan lines peeking out from under the spaghetti straps. The hem was mid-thigh, and she admired her bronzed legs. There was no need for panties or a bra, after all, it was still Nude Day.
All was quiet in the neighborhood, and she decided the crew must be done for the day. They would likely be back tomorrow, but clouds were expected, and she had promised she would be back in the office. She wondered how often the guys had a view like the one she provided. Roofing was hot, hard work and benefits were few. Surely a number of lonely MILFs and adolescent girls gave into the temptation to be admired for a day.
She had just settled in on the couch with a seltzer and her book when the doorbell rang. Standing there was one of her admirers looking about as comfortable as a lawyer in church. "Hi, uhhh, yeah, I'm Jason, and I was umm, admiring your, your flower garden today and I wondered what those big two-toned green plants were next to the house," he managed to stammer, never looking up from his boots.
She invited him and closed the door. "Really, Jason, you think I'm that stupid to think you came over her to talk about flowers?" While she was very much impressed at the boy's chutzpah, there was no humor in her voice. "How old are you, anyway?"
"Uhh, 18, I just graduated from Central High School."
