Candi Palmer awoke to the repeated jingle of her doorbell. Then a rapture of annoying knocks on her door. Finally, she groans and punches her pillow.
As the disturbance persisted she crawls bitterly from her bed and snatches up her short Kimono style bath robe tying it on. From that point she stormed from her room and down the carpeted staircase to the front door.
Parting the curtain she at first spotted a middle aged man in a gray uniform then a van parked on the street. The gentleman waved at her and pointed toward his van to read the side panel, "SAFE and SECURE SPECIALISTS."
She winces then opens the locks to her door parting it open.
"Morning, Ma'am! Palmer residence correct?"
She nods cringing at the brightness of day, "Yes!"
"I have an order here to install a security system. Requested by a Damian Palmer. Are you the Missus?"
She fidgets her lips, "Yep! Don't you people call for appointments? It may be my day off but I do have places to be." She recalls her promise to the Local Fire Department as per yesterday.
The man rubs the back of his neck, "My apologizes Ma'am. Your Husband told us to be here today and set up camera's in every room. Front and back yards also. Premo package for sure. Can't get much safer with the alarms too. I can tell you now that we won't be able to reschedule you in for three more weeks. Local gym here in town has us tied up for at least one week. Your call, Ma'am."
She stops resisting and opens her door wide open, "Feel free! I have to get ready anyway. I apologize for my rudeness. Just not used to getting woke up so early without the assist of a coo coo."
"Well, if it's any consolation my wife call's me a Coo-Coo every now and again."
She snorts at his jest and steps aside. The man then turns toward his van whistling. Attention drawn three fellow surveillance installers step from both in the van and a truck parked just out of her view. Four men total.
"Four Alarm! Cute! Make yourselves at home. I'm going to go shower and be on my way. I shouldn't be gone longer than two hours. Three tops. I trust you won't steal me blind before your cameras are active."
The man chuckles, "Now that wouldn't prove good business would it?"
"Probably not!" She winks and scurries back up the stairs leaving the four gathered men to watch her wiggle her way north. Her bare ass cheeks perfectly in view beneath the flutter of her robe.
It took the elder man to start snapping his fingers to waver their enchantment.
"C'mon, Fellas! We have work to do. Time is moolah!"
As the four men moved about freely within the house Candi made certain to be on her best behavior. At least as far as what Damian would expect. She left every door in her vicinity wide open and prowled vibrantly.
Two of the men made their way upstairs in pursuit of camera angles. They had to mark the exact locations to set them up. In their sights stood Candi Palmer in her bedroom removing her Kimono style mini robe to boldly prance naked right in front of them. She spotted them while standing in front of her vanity mirror and waved at them sweetly. Her smile was beguiling.
Turning to face them she fidgets her lips, "Don't mind me. Just go about your business." Staring between them for long moments led her to enforce that idea, "No Really! Go about your business."
With her point made she moved into the bathroom and started her shower. Holding her hand under the water until the heat rose to perfection she then stepped in closing the glass door behind her.
The men slyly stepped in to view her lathering up behind the steam covered doors. They could hear her humming a sweet tune. Mesmerized they hadn't heard their boss move in behind them. "Guess which one of you gets the front yard and which gets the back yard? I'll set up the upstairs myself. Get busy before I fire your asses." As if he truly would. Being his offspring.
As the two men jump to it and vanish downstairs the elder Lineman takes note of Candi, "I'm truly sorry about my boys, Ma'am. It's not often somebody as stunning as you keeps their attention. I'll make certain they get the job done and we will be out of your hair within five hours. Best ETA I can offer."
Candi slides the door open to peer around the edge, "No hurry. And, your boys are doing just fine. I'm open minded. As long as the job gets done right. Wanna wash my back?"
The elder is taken back by her offer and frowns, "As nice as that sounds I don't think the wife would like that idea. Enjoy your shower, Ma'am."
Candi smiles at him then shuts her door to finish her shower.
Fifteen minutes elapse until Candi shuts her water off and steps out to dry herself. She wraps her towel around herself then moves into her bedroom. She hears a ladder being hoisted up next to her bedroom window and awaits the rustling to stop. Then came footsteps up the metal ladder until they halted. One of the two men from earlier crawled up to the roof and carefully stepped into where he had plans to drill holes to mount the camera down toward her backyard and deck area.
As he sat in position next to the window Candi bit her lower lip and crawled across her bed to tap on the window to get his attention. As he peered over his shoulder she stuck her tongue out at him and fanned her towel open revealing her full frontal. She then proceeded to crush her chest against the window panes leaving a damp impression of her breasts and nipples. The man in turn nodded with an evil grin and offered a thumbs up.
She then closed her blind to him.
Teasing was tamed down as she moved backwards and off of her bed. She located the yellow bikini top the Firemen liked so well yesterday. Sniffing at it she frowned, "Used! Let's see what else might start their fire."
Rumaging her dresser drawers she happens upon the yellow bikini's g-string bottoms which she hadn't warn with its matching top. With a grin she swiftly ties it on and looks herself over in the mirror. " Oooooo! Vanishing string! Love it."
After a little more digging she found a bright red bikini top that was hardly made to match the g-string. Donning it she frowns, "Covers too much."
A fast removal she growls at no fitting outcome. Finally, it dawns on her as she moves down to her underwear drawer. Within it she pulls out a sheer form fitting red bra. Wrestling it on she loves the look of her nipples stabbing out perfectly and her areolas easily seen through the lacey material. Her only problem was the straps. So very gaudy she thought. Inspiration hits as she goes to a sewing kit and locates a pair of scissors. Rabid snips later she maintains the cups and their supports but instead fashions the easy tie straps off of the other bikini top. Knotting the straps into the bra's support clasps she shivers, "Ohhhhhh, Yeah! Looking good. Maybe I should be a fashion designer."
Outside in the hallway the elder Lineman utilizes a step stool style ladder to reach the upper corner of the hallway glaring down the staircase. Candi now dressed steps out of her room to leer up at him, "What's your name?"
The man holding up a tiny bracket for a micro sized camera grumbles, " Charlie. You're Candace. It's a pleasure."
Candace nods, "Right time, right place. Always a possibility."
In response Charlie glares down at her, "Another generation definitely."
She reaches over and tugs at his pants leg, "I'll keep that in mind at reincarnation. Gotta go Charlie. Almost 9:00. See you around 11:00 or lil later. Depends on how much fun I'm having. Peace out."
"Yea, yea!" He growls, "Now maybe my boys might get this job done faster."
Hopping down her front steps Candi darts into a jog feeling the crisp morning air tantalize her sheer chest. The bra was only for show. She would have to watch herself being seen by the wrong people. Luckily the local kids should be in school. Otherwise she really didn't have any concern over being seen. She knew the local cops had her back.
Bobby socks and tennis shoes accented her bikini. For once she let her hair flow wildly instead of being tied back. Within ten minutes of sprinting she reached the Firehouse. Outside waiting were the four firemen she knew from yesterday. Rusty, Miles, Edgar, and Felix.
The four men sat around their fire trucks lined up side by side. Buckets of water and suds dotted the driveway. They all stood up watching her approach. Immediately, Miles broke out his camcorder and started filming.
Bouncing to a halt she pointed at the camera, "Hey Hotshots. I'm here right on time. I thought I was going to wax the trucks. They get dirty in one day?"
Rusty grins at her, "We figured they needed a lil touching up."
She raises her chin and smiles sheepishly, "You boys just wanna get me allllll wet. Don't lie."
They all nod in unison as Miles quips, "Wet and slippery."
She again points at the black cameraman, "I hope you don't mind my Fire outfit. Last minute ensemble malfunction. Tad see through."
They noticed long before she brought it to their attention.
"Should I get started?"
Felix hands her a sponge while holding the bucket for her. She swiftly took it from him, "That's too heavy for you. Let's just sit it down here on the driveway." Moving her back to them she bends over and gives them all a tight shot of her g-string buried deep within her butt crack. It's string flowed down into her tiny yellow patch of cloth that covered her pussy lips.
As she bent over she dipped the sponge in then took her time wringing it out. After being satisfied that they were in awe she stood up and began rolling the sponge over the door of the big truck. Swipe after swipe until the red paint glossed over. As she scrubbed intently she was caught off guard by Edgar manning a garden hose. He shot a showering torrent over her backside.
"I'll rinse." He winks.
