All my adventures are from when I was 18 and over.
The rest of the workmen had joined the guy I'd had fun with earlier in the week. Because of college and a work placement, I'd not seen much of them, apart from when I'd walked past my bedroom window naked and caught several of them glancing up, nudging each other and grinning like schoolboys.
My lone worker friend from the first day of construction had assured me he hadn't spoken of our adventure, not that it would have bothered me if he had, and said the guys had been very excited about catching me walk past my window, although they were worried about being caught spying.
"You can tell them there's nothing to worry about." I'd said, adding, "I think you know that," with a cheeky smile.
The extension to the decking and the rest of the landscaping was almost complete, and knowing they would be finished in the next day or so, I decided to have some fun. Late afternoon I went for my usual run, waving at the guys as they watched me jog out of the garden, knowing they were looking at my ass in my skimpy, high-cut running shorts, taking in my breasts, clad in only a sports bra.
On my return, I could see them looking slyly at my breasts. The material of my sports bra was damp, as I'd deliberately wet it from my water bottle, and light enough in colour that my nipples showed through. Taking a fresh bottle of water from the fridge, I stood by the large kitchen window. I looked over the garden as I sipped it and heard a low whistle from one of the guys, followed by a few comments.
Pretending not to hear, I turned away, my back to them, and took the damp sports bra off, pulling on a T-shirt that came down to the top of my thighs. Taking my bra to the washing machine, I put it in, bent and swiftly removed my shorts and panties and did the same with them.
The washing machine was visible from the large bi-fold patio doors. Looking up, I could tell from their faces that they'd seen me take off my shorts and panties, although they wouldn't have seen anything except my toned legs as the T-shirt rode up almost to my buttocks.
They were all staring at me, my first-day friend grinning in anticipation as I walked over and sat in one of the garden loungers. The T-shirt slid high over my legs as I settled back, and I could tell they were trying to see if there was anything on show, which made me smile. "Haven't you got work to do?" I asked. And some looked away, a bit sheepish, knowing they'd been caught staring, perhaps worried about being 'pervy'.
My friend said, "I think you've excited them." I let a devilish grin flash across my face, "And why would that be?" I looked down to see his crotch shift slightly and knew he was getting hard, perhaps remembering our masturbation fun. "Is it because you spied on me when I put my panties in the washing machine? Is this what you wanted to see as I bent over?"