It was Thursday evening and Sarah had completed the maintenance on her 9-ton roller. She grabbed her lunch box and started walking toward the crew van when Roy pulled alongside in his dump truck.
She held up one finger to Gaston who drove the van, to let him know she was still coming, then walked around the other side of Roy's truck, climbing the steps to stand on his gas tank.
She held onto the top if his west-coast style mirror with her left hand, then set her lunch box on the roof of his truck and steadied it with her right hand. She leaned her head through his open window to better hear him over the idling of his diesel engine and when she did, her breasts bumped the edge of the door before spilling through the window as well.
Roy had initially stopped to ask Sarah a question, but the appearance of her tits mere inches from him now grabbed his attention. He reached forward to undo the Velcro fastener on her safety vest, which swung open and improved his view of her bandeau style top.
The bandeau was basically a mini tube top that covered little more than her boobs and displayed plenty of cleavage. She had found them good to combat the lack of air conditioning in the roller, although she had made sure to bring a shirt to cover up on the crew's customary Thursday pub nights.
"Nice." Roy commented.
Next he used his index finger to pull the bandeau away from her chest and took a look at the charms hidden inside.
"Was there a reason for stopping other than to see my tits?" she asked.
"Oh, I have a question to ask all right." he remarked without expanding further.
He released her bandeau which snapped back to her chest, before rolling down her midriff, completely exposing both breasts and earning a devilish smile from Roy.
Sarah took a quick look around to make sure she wasn't visible to anyone else, but otherwise showed little reaction.
Just 6 weeks ago she would have slapped him for such an action, but things had changed between them. She didn't consider him her BFF or anything so grand, but he had definitely migrated from 'creepy fat guy from her brother's neighborhood' to something loosely resembling a friend. However, he could still find ways to occasionally get under her skin, in a way that she found infuriating.
"I can't keep my drive waiting, what's up?" she prodded.
He reached forward and cupped her left breast. "We're running out of Thursdays, are we going to do this or not?"
About a month earlier Roy had caught her skinny dipping. In the hour she had remained naked in his presence, she had allowed him to use his phone to capture images and videos of her body for his spank bank. When he had realized that Sarah was either an exhibitionist or possibly her husband had a candaulism fetish she was enabling, he had offered to 'accidentally' show an image to a randomly selected co-worker. So far she had resisted turning fantasy into reality.
"I don't think I'm ready to go that far." she decided, "At least not yet."
If he had started rubbing her nipple and coaxed her a bit, he felt that he may have been able to coerce her to at least take a watered-down first step toward the goal. But sweet-talking wasn't his nature, so he decided to rile her up a bit instead. "No worries, this was probably more of a Linda project anyway."
Her mouth dropped open showing that he had struck a nerve. He decided to double down as he patted her exposed boob as you would if you were dismissing a small child with a pat on the head.
Sarah climbed down from the truck, set her lunch can on the ground, then rolled her bandeau top back into position ending her brief exposure. As she started walking toward the van she called back over her shoulder, "You are such an asshole Roy."
He typed a quick text, [No shirt! Tube top only at the pub.] and hit send. He watched as she paused to check her phone, then flipped him the bird over her shoulder without looking back.
Roy laughed quietly to himself. He was working with 3 women this summer, but oddly it was the 2 married women who were filling his spank bank with nudes. For a 400-pound guy with a belly that dunlopped over his belt, it was a great run, but one he wasn't eager to see end.
Sarah wasn't her usual talkative self on the van ride to the Thursday night pub as she stewed over what Roy had said. Yes, she had posed for one of the photos with the intention of someone eventually seeing it.
Yes, her husband Brian was on board too, although she hadn't let Roy know that part. She had witnessed how disrespectful Roy had become toward Linda's cuckolded husband, so they agreed not to share Brian's candaulist lifestyle with Roy since he was part of their social circle.
She also reluctantly had to admit that his dig about Linda had burned a little. Sarah had never intended to be part of Roy's spank bank at all, but once there her competitive nature demanded that she be the undisputed queen of it.
When they reached the pub Sarah swapped her safety vest for a button up shirt but left it completely open, her bandeau and midriff on display. She was sending a subtle message to Roy, that she was open to play, but she was the one in control.
She sat in a booth wedged between Gaston and Vic, the 72-year-old grader operator. Roy walked in shortly behind them, and as fate would have it, found an open seat beside Linda. He looked at Sarah and winked.
"Tomorrow's the big day." Vic said, interrupting her thoughts, "Levi said I could spend Friday tutoring you on the grader."
Ever since Vic found out that Sarah had spent time in her grandfather's 1960's era Galion grader, he had wanted to see what she could do in more modern equipment.
"Are we sure this is a good idea?" she asked earnestly, "We really need our best operator for fine grading."
"The plan is to finish the access road that landowners will use to reach their wood lots." he explained, "It'll never be paved, so the tolerances will be more lax. That's not how we'll treat it though."
She could tell that Vic had a lot more confidence in her abilities than she did, but she hoped to make him proud. Just then her phone alerted her of a text from Roy.
[I don't know what that old bugger is saying, but it must be exciting...I can see your nipples from here! You could probably cut diamonds with them.]
This was soon followed by 3 more in rapid succession,
[You see who I'm sitting beside?]
[If we had stuck to the plan, it only would have been Linda 'accidentally' seeing your photo.]
[A missed opportunity for a harmless trial run.]
She had to admit that he was correct, although neither of them had known who he'd be seated beside. In fact, she expected that if he had been ready to 'accidentally' show her photo that he would have searched out a riskier seat mate.
At the end of the company sponsored happy hour Sarah called her husband Brian to pick her up. By now Polly and Linda were automatically accompanying the crew back to the motel to party for a couple of hours. Roy was splitting his Thursdays between going to the motel to party or accepting a ride home with Brian and Sarah as he did tonight.
During these short drives Roy would ride shotgun while Sarah would sit in the back but lean forward between the seats to play with the radio. This afforded Roy a chance to surreptitiously play with her right breast while seated right beside her husband.
"You comfortable there Roy?" Sarah asked.
"Just about." he replied as he snaked his fingers inside her bandeau top to cup the boob. "Good now."
"Any requests?" she inquired as her finger hovered by the touchscreen.
"I'd enjoy 'Pictures of You' by the Cure." he suggested, continuing to speak in code.
"I was thinking 'I Still Get Nervous' by John Legend?" she simultaneously answered and asked.
"How about 'Take a Chance on Me' by Abba." Roy fired back.
"Abba?" Sarah replied, momentarily breaking character, "You have the same musical taste as my mom."
This comment earned her a pinched nipple from Roy.
"I just have to pop into the convenience store to get milk for the morning." Brian announced as he pulled into the parking lot.
With Brian out of the truck, Roy rolled her bandeau down exposing both tits before speaking. "Brandon is waiting for me at my place." Brandon was an 18-year-old from her brother's neighborhood. "Since he's already seen the trampoline video, this could be a trial run to ease into this."
"He's seen bouncing boobies, this is...seeing everything." Sarah replied.
"That's kinda what this is all about." Roy said, eyeing the store as he was expecting Brian to emerge soon.
"How do you plan to give him an 'accidental' show?" she inquired.
"The 'accidental' show will be for our co-workers." he explained, "I respect my man Brandon too much to play such games."
Sarah wasn't sure how much respect Roy had for anyone, let alone an 18-year-old living in his parents' basement, but let the comment pass. "Ok, baby-steps."
As Brian was exiting the store, Sarah pulled her bandeau back into place.
Just before Brian reached the pickup, Roy announced, "And the photo is also for our co-workers, Brandon gets the pool video."
The sudden bombshell shocked her into silence. The video was of her slowly climbing the pool steps, gradually exposing more of her naked body. At the top step she paused to wring the water from her hair while her entire body was in frame. The video closed with her bending to grab a fresh beer and winking to the camera.
However, the thing that most concerned her was the connotation of the 7 words she had spoken: "This is for your eyes only Roy." There could no mistaking this for anything other than it was: a private performance she had given him.
Would Brandon misinterpret this as her cheating on Brian? When he had seen the previous video, he had described it in intimate detail to his friends in the neighborhood. How would her words affect his narrative on the new video?
Sarah suddenly snapped back to reality as she realized they were on Roy's street. He was still subtlety manipulating her breast while ahead Brandon waited at the curb with another 18-year-old from the block who she recognized as Dalton. Although she had seen him many times, they had never actually had a conversation.
So now her concerns were starting to mount. Would Roy be smart enough to wait until he had Brandon alone? If not, would the two boys sharing the experience create problems?
