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.
I was lucky it didn't grab skin, but in it doing so, I felt the fabric squeeze between my lips and I knew they must have all been seeing more than I had thought. The fabric tearing wasn't loud, but they all jerked their heads around as if they had super fine hearing or something. "Ahhh, damn. I tore a hole in my favorite shorts." I exclaimed as I turned trying to pull the fabric around so I could see it. I know they were watching me and I could feel the air hitting my moisture down there. "I can't tell, did I get some skin?" I asked turning a little. The guy helping me in the truck, came over, a little too quickly and reached out to touch me, but pulled his hand back, just looking, "nope, just the fabric, but that's a damn big rip. Half your ass is hanging out." he said chuckling nervously, not sure if he should have said it. The others joined in with the same nervous little laugh, and everyone was looking at me to see what my reaction was going to be. I giggled with them and they all let out a sigh of relief, smiling inside, I took a look at my watch and noted it was time for quitting for the day. It was going to be dark soon and I had to find some clothes and stuff to make the bed up and all that before too long.
"Well guys, I think I'm calling it quits for the day." I said walking to the front of the truck. "can someone help me down?" I didn't have to ask twice and the shortest one of the bunch held his arms up and as I stepped off the truck I leaned a little too far and caught him off guard. He missed my hand and arm on one side and with over compensating he grabbed a hand full of tit and kept me from falling. The little shit let it linger while I was steadying my footing and as he let go, I swear be tried to pinch my nipple. Not that that was a bad thing, but it did seem a little more bold than I felt comfortable with at the time. Again, a girl has to maintain some kind of control. With that I thanked them and headed inside. I turned and closed the door behind me and watched all them gather their things with looks of disappointment on their faces. They slowly walked to the point where they came through the trees earlier. I had absently started rubbing the nipple he had tried to pinch while I watch them go. Feeling safe, I dropped my shorts to the floor and peeled off my shirt, still watching them. They were still close enough and there was enough daylight out still that if they had turned around, they could have easily seen my through the glass panel door. I so wanted them to look.
As I climbed out of the tub later that evening, I walked through the house in just a towel. It really never dawned on me about the curtains in the back were still not up. As I reached the kitchen, I opened the fridge door to get me another beer and heard a noise outside. I stopped, startled, my heart began to race a hundred miles an hour. It sounded like voices. But who the hell...the guys from earlier. Had they came back to spy on me? Surely I didn't miss judge their ages that much, I mean that was the actions of teens...I shut the door and turned out the light, trying to not let who ever was out there know I heard them. Creeping back to the glass door, I peered out in the yard. The moon was high and almost full so I could see really pretty good. I saw a "group" of guys running to the other end of the house, hell, there must have been about ten of them. I stepped back, holding my towel close, wondering what the hell I thought I was doing...For a moment I felt dirty, then reality hit me and I didn't show them anything they hadn't jerked off too every night since puberty hit them. And it was all in fun any way, what harm did I do, none, I just gave them something else to jerk off to. But coming back here and spying on me...and bringing the whole town...I walked back through the house turning off the rest of the light, might as well hit the bed, they would lose interest, as soon as they saw all the lights off.
I laid down on my bed on top of the covers, even with the air on, it was still hot. I listened to them argue about leaving, some saying they were going to stay and other clearly leaving as I heard their voices trailing off. I must have dozed off for a little while, but when I woke, all was quiet. Laying there staring at the ceiling I realized I left the door to the truck up. "Damn!" I hopped up and went to the back door. It was only about 20 feet to the back of the truck from the door and sure wasn't getting all the way dressed for that. I glimpsed around and didn't see anyone, just as I thought, they all went home. I slid the door open and walked slowly and quietly to the truck. The night air sure felt good on my skin, so I lingered a little before hiking myself into the back and closing the door. The sound of the door was so loud, that I thought for sure I was going to wake the next county.