I wrote this for a friend, Natalie.
I married my husband about a year ago and we finally found a house we love. It's a large place on the edge of a small town and the yard...I just love how big it is as well. The first few things I noticed about the town is how many young good looking guys there were here. My husband travels a great deal and makes a ton of money so that gives me the personal freedom I so enjoy. Not having to work is sometimes boring, so I have made it my goal in life to find and buy the most provocative clothes I can find. I love to flash, whether it's accidental or not, I just have a blast seeing the expressions on peoples faces.
When we were moving in I sure was dreading all the unloading and unpacking. The only thing that made it bare able was that I didn't have to do it alone. So I thought...I think he actually planned it, about 30 minutes after the truck was parked his phone rang and he had to run to an emergency meeting in another state. So between trying to find clothes and getting cleaned up, he didn't even have time to kiss me on the cheek, he just ran out the door and sped off to the airport to catch a charter. I was pretty well steamed and said fuck it, and pulled a chair out of the truck, grabbed a cold one and parked my ass until I calmed down. To top it all off, it was scorching hot, and it was only 10 in the morning. There is a pool, but the pool guy hadn't finished setting up the chemicals yet, so I couldn't cool off that way. The beer was helping a bit and so I downed the last of it and grabbed another. I'm not a heavy drinker and never had been. I get wild just after a few drinks and a little encouragement.
It was just about then when 3 young guys came barreling out of the trees in the back of the yard, just chasing each other with paint ball guns. It startled me a bit and when I jumped up, they all stopped in their tracks and just stared at me. I don't know how old they were, but boy were they the picture of good looking. All 3 of them just looked me up and down with no real trying to hide it at all. I wasn't wearing to much to make me look overly sexy or anything, I mean, hell, I was just wear some loose fitting shorts and a loose top, so that I wouldn't get too hot from all the lifting. The shirt wasn't even tight enough to show my hardening nipples.
"What can I do for you guys?" I asked finally, while approaching them slowly. The taller guy, which happened to be the closest of the 3, spoke up and said, "sorry lady, we didn't know anyone had moved in here yet. We use this yard while practicing our strategies in the paint ball wars we have around here." He held up his paint gun as if to prove his statement. "oh, I see." I replied coming to a stop about 5 feet from him. The other 2 were coming up on either side of him clearly looking at my chest trying to tell if I were wearing a bra I'm sure. The thought of them so close to me and by the way the bulges in their jeans were growing, not to mention the beer, I was getting pretty hot. "Well we were suppose to be moving in today, as you can see." I said gesturing over my shoulder at the truck. "but my husband got called away on business, so I'm doing it on my own and building up to it." I held up my beer and gave them a little smile while cocking my hip out a little. Not so much that it was obvious that I was flirting, just maybe shifting from one leg to the other. All their eyes followed my hip and I felt a warm tingle run up my spine.
"Well, it was nice talking to you, but I must get started on this truck, or I'm never going to get it done today." With that I turned slowly and started back to the truck, not too fast, making sure I gave a little extra sway to my walk as I went. I could feel them staring at my ass and ..."Hey, if you would like some help, we don't have anything going on really and we could help you unload it at least." I stopped and paused a moment before turning around, I had to let the smile fade first. With that, I turned just enough to have to hike my legs up some and "that would great, but really you don't have to, I mean, I don't even know you guys. I'm sure you have better things to do." "Not at all" they all chimed together as they started toward me. I didn't argue any more, I just turned and sauntered back to the truck, with them following me just far enough to watch my ass wiggle.
I sat my beer down by the chair I was sitting in and went to the side of the truck opposite of them. I knew my shorts were loose enough that if they were looking that they would get a good look of my goods. I lifted one leg up and acted as if I was having trouble getting up, "can someone help me up, I'll hand some boxes down and you guys can carry them in and just put them away in the living room." With that, the taller one jumped into the truck and came over and offered me his hand while one of the others came over and put his hand on the small of my back to steady me. He made sure to be in front of me while his friend pulled me up. The one in the truck was clearly looking down my shirt and when he pulled me up the other kept his hand in place as it slid over my ass. I pretended like it was nothing but it was pure heaven to feel his hands on me. I'm sure he was looking at the gap in my shorts, or at least trying to. I don't really know if he saw anything or not.
I made sure to bend over and linger at the edge of the truck quite often, fanning my shirt and my short some just for good measure. The conversation between us never really shifted off me. They wanted to know everything about me, from how much I weighed to my age and then they were talking about their girlfriend's not wanting to go "all the way" and what I thought of that. With the topics growing more detailed on what I liked and why. Despite the loose fitting clothes, I was still sweating like crazy. Each of them had taken their shirts off and as each one did, they looked at me, as if they wanted me to do the same, I did want to, but a girl has to maintain some control, right. The shirt stuck to my chest and the sweat was just heavy enough to make the thin fabric transparent. I again pretend not to notice and let them look. I know they all knew by now that I wasn't wearing anything under my shorts or shirt. I did however fail to notice for some time that my shorts had risen up and the sides of my pussy hair was showing. I normally shave it but with all the moving I hadn't the time to do it lately. It probably would have never dawned on me, if I hadn't got my shorts caught on a screw sticking out of the side of the truck, tearing a hole in the fabric right on my left ass cheek.