Sarah's Summer of Being Seen

Sunday morning Sarah awoke feeling refreshed. She had been up late chatting with her husband, but once she went to bed, she had enjoyed a revitalizing trip to slumberland.

Thanks to Roy, her very own spank bank was seeded with any media he had of her, and this morning he texted her one more.

Roy: [Here is a copy of the photo Clark took. I received it from three people and Josh got it from a fourth. It's safe to say everyone on the crew has a copy now.]

Sarah opened the attachment. Apparently, Clark had lightened the photo since a flash obviously hadn't been used, but the overall quality seemed to be ok. Her heart-shaped ass and hourglass figure were the stars of the show, but since she had been scrubbing her hair, a glimpse of sideboob was an added bonus.

The photo leaking to her co-workers wasn't optimal, but since it was already out there, she did have a couple of things to be thankful for.

The first was that her raised arm obscured the side of her face making her virtually unrecognizable should the image spread beyond her workplace. The second thing was that she had to admit... this photo was damn flattering.

She immediately forwarded it on to her husband, just as she had done with all the previous media from Roy's spank bank.

The following two weeks were mostly uneventful as the crew continued with their modest productivity.

Sarah made a half-hearted attempt at devising a retaliation plot against Roy and Linda as payback for the shower incident, but in the end, she didn't pull the trigger. Her reluctance came down to two factors.

One was that she had truly enjoyed the experience, so she wasn't fully vested in revenge.

The second was that Roy continued to stoke the flames of vengeance along with making suggestions on how to carry them out. It felt like a trap somehow, and she feared it was doomed to backfire on her.

The crew finished the project on a Thursday and returned to the hotel for their last night together. They were met by Nessa and Charlie who took everyone out to celebrate the end of construction season with a final crew dinner.

Afterwards, Linda started welcoming crewmembers to their shared room for a farewell party while Sarah was heading up to Nessa's room to take care of some unfinished business with her, Charlie and Levi.

Sarah was the first to arrive and Nessa let her in. "Can I get you something to drink?" Nessa offered. "I have beer, wine... and a bottle of bubbly in case you're here with good news."

"Well..." Sarah responded with a pregnant pause. "Maybe we'll start with a beer, I have something to discuss before we get down to official offers."

Nessa grabbed them each a beer. As they sat on either end of the couch, she unlocked her phone and displayed the picture of Sarah in the shower. "I suppose it has something to do with this?"

"Wow!" exclaimed Sarah. "It seems everyone really does have a copy of that."

"Levi sent it to me because he figured that it would come up." Nessa responded.

"I'm not even embarrassed about the picture." Sarah confessed. "I just realize that a pretty big component of your business model is to have a crew that willingly spends their summers in hotels, and a few jealous wives could jeopardize that."

"We already have a solution to that problem." Nessa replied, then took a sip of her beer before elaborating. "I'll get the guys... or at least the married guys to delete the picture."

"Do you actually think that they'll do it?" asked Sarah with obvious doubt.

"Yes. Most of the married guys are likely smart enough to delete it before they get home anyway." Nessa laughed. "Plus, as a form of compensation, this will go on the Wall of Fame."

"The wall of fame?" Sarah prompted.

"The guys in the repair shop used to hang girlie calendars that our heavy equipment supplier gave out every year." Nessa began to explain. "Eventually their corporate office decided calendars with landscapes were more appropriate.

"The next year my husband printed a calendar with a photo of me in a swimsuit." Nessa continued. "It was supposed to be a gag since it was a fairly tame photo, even for the time. But the guys kept my calendar up all year, then moved it to the lunchroom and created a 'wall of fame.' Each year we'd do a new calendar, and the old one would move to the wall of fame. You have to remember that I was much younger and prettier back then."

"You're still stunning." Sarah admitted honestly.

"Thank you, child." Nessa allowed while taking another sip of beer. "Every year our photos got incrementally more racy, but nothing quite as explicit as yours. I stopped doing them after my husband passed, but I've heard that Charlie has occasionally made a contribution. You'll be able to see for yourself if you're around to take part in the end of season maintenance."

Just then there was a light knock on the door followed by Charlie and Levy entering.

Nessa got up and went to the bar again. "Can I get anyone else a drink while I'm up?" she asked.

"What's everyone drinking?" Levy questioned.

Nessa turned to Sarah with a raised eyebrow. After a brief pause Sarah smiled and nodded.

"Champagne!" Nessa exclaimed. "Tonight, we're celebrating."

************

That weekend Sarah and Brian made plans for what their life would look like going forward.

Like the rest of the crew, she had banked her overtime when they were working ridiculously long hours all summer, so she'd continue to receive pay cheques all winter. Plus, instead of completely giving up her old health-care career, she decided to start a little side-business to do some occasional freelance consulting.

On Monday Sarah headed off to spend a week helping with the end of season maintenance program. Since she was the only operator from out of town, her original plan was to spend the week alone in a local hotel. However, Polly and Kent's relationship had progressed to the 'living together' stage, and Sarah became their first houseguest.

Among the duties Sarah had for the week were doing a walk through with Clark to point out any repairs or adjustments that his mechanics would need to do as well as helping to change the fluids. This work was done in tandem with Vic who was doing his final tutoring duties before retirement.

Sarah's other duty was to build a gravel pad out back that would be used as extra parking as well as a way of training her roller replacement... Polly.

"What made you decide to get into operating?" Sarah inquired.

"Well, they don't have full-time flaggers, so Charlie suggested this as a way of staying with the company." Polly answered. "They also have some snow removal contracts down here, so as an operator I could be kept on all winter."

After spending all morning outdoors with Polly, it was noon before Sarah finally got a look at the lunchroom.

Whoever the conservator of the wall of fame was seemed to be fairly efficient since Sarah's calendar had already been hung.

As she stood there a young mechanic who she hadn't met came in to use the microwave oven. He made eye contact and nodded to acknowledge her presence, then started heating up his lunch. As he scanned the wall Sarah noticed him suddenly stiffen and knew that he had just realized that he was standing beside the subject of the newest calendar.

When she had agreed to the calendar, she had assumed that she'd be on a jobsite somewhere while a faceless person stood here. At no point had she considered that she'd be present in the room to share the experience.

The mechanic saw her nude backside in the photo, then tried to sneak a glance at its clothed counterpart, but his clumsy attempt at stealth failed miserably and he immediately realized that he was busted. As Sarah smiled inwardly at his discomfort, he twirled his fingers in a circular motion in a futile attempt to encourage the appliance to hurry along. With 30-seconds still remaining on the microwave timer his patience ran out. He grabbed his food without testing the temperature and hastily exited.

Alone once again, Sarah decided to browse through the older calendars on the wall of fame.

True to Nessa's description, the first calendar was a fairly tame swimsuit shot. However, over the ensuing years the suits got progressively smaller, then thinner. Her nipples were prominently trying to poke through the material, and the final photo was of a wet bikini with the shadows of her areolas visible. If Nessa's husband had survived another 4-5 years, things might have progressed to 'explicit.'

The three Charlie calendars went in a different direction. In each she was on a jobsite, naked except for a hard hat and safety boots.

In the first one she was standing shoulder to shoulder with Levi. A set of blueprints were hiding her naughty bits and Levi was pointing to something on the plans while feigning ignorance of her state of undress.

In the next photo Charlie was bent over looking through an ancient surveyor's theodolite. Josh was standing behind her writing notes in a field book. Once again, a variety of props were protecting her modesty from the camera's lens while Josh seemed blissfully unaware of her ass which was thrust out toward him.

In Charlie's final calendar she was paired with Clark, who was squatting to change a flat tire while Charlie was standing nearby steadying the spare tire that conveniently hid her intimate parts from the camera. However, unlike the previous pics Clark was openly acknowledging the nudity with a lecherous grin as he stared directly toward her pussy which was about eye level to him.

Sarah's focus on the calendar was broken as she heard the microwave once again spring to life. She turned to see that Josh had somehow snuck in.

"As one member to another, welcome to the wall of fame." he playfully teased.

"Why thank you." she teased back. "For the record, how did you end up on the wall anyway?"

"Each time Charlie does a calendar she holds a lottery to see who will be offered the opportunity to help out." he explained. "I was just lucky."

"You and Levi seem to be pretending not to notice her nudity." she observed. "Why didn't Clark do that too?"

"There were dozens of poses and hundreds of photos taken." Josh answered. "This just happened to be the one she selected."

"The pics are tastefully done..." Sarah remarked tentatively before asking, "...was she really naked behind the props?"

"Oh, fuck yeah!" he replied enthusiastically. "She slipped out of her robe for the first picture and didn't cover up again for a solid two hours."

"Wow." Sarah replied and Josh recognized an unmistakable touch of awe in her voice.

"If you do another calendar, you should also pick one of us to help out." he suggested.

After a hearty laugh, Sarah replied, "Do I have to remind you that half the crew was present for my first calendar?"

"Touché." he conceded, before adding, "Although I happen to know that Roy has a picture that would be perfect for a calendar."

This was the first time that he had acknowledged seeing the photo that served as the lockscreen on the big man's phone. The image depicted Sarah facing the camera while reclining poolside wearing nothing but an enigmatic smile on her face. Roy had convinced her to allow him to "accidentally" let a co-worker catch a glimpse of it as a way of dipping her toes into the waters of exhibitionism.

Given time to prepare, she would have at least taken a stab at feigning ignorance of the photo as a way of maintaining an air of innocence about Roy's original scheme. But Josh's forthright admission caught her off guard and she simply reacted.

"My calendar is only a couple of days old, and already you're worrying about how explicit the next one will be?" she asked earnestly.

"Actually, it's already October." he answered with a chuckle. "Once we all finish up this week, it'll only be the mechanics that see it until it expires."

"This calendar was created based on an arrangement between Nessa and myself." she countered. "What do I have to gain by doing a second one?"

"If you stick around here as long as Vic did," he started, referring to her mentor, "72-year-old Sarah will always be able to send people to the lunchroom to remind them of how much of an absolute smoke-show you were at your physical peak."

"Umm... is that supposed to be a compliment?" she asked with genuine confusion. "It sounds like you don't expect me to age well."

"Well, I've never seen a 72-year-old that looks like you." he confessed.

Sarah paused to consider what he had said, eventually turning to look at Nessa's calendars.

Josh picked up on this. "Exactly. She's a damned well-preserved lady, but you can still see the pride in her eyes when someone brings up her calendars."

"I'll think about it and get back to you before the end of the week." she relented.

"Sounds good." he replied with his boyish smile. "If you do this, I think it should be a surprise. We all leave here Friday, then just before we return in the spring I'll sneak it onto the wall. The crew returns and at first nobody notices. Then probably just before coffee somebody happens to look the right way and... BAM! All hell breaks loose."

For the entire summer Sarah had steadfastly believed that Roy was using his smug confidence and shit-eating grins to manipulate her into doing things that made her uncomfortable.

Prior to that she had been convinced that her pride bred within her an inability to back down when she boxed herself into a corner through her flirting with Jacko.

And even before that she blamed her exhibitionist tendencies on trying to fulfill her candaulist husband Brian's fantasies.

But now here was Josh with his easy-going nature and 'just happy to be here' act making progress toward achieving a similar result.

Sarah let out an exasperated sigh as she came to the sudden realization that it was her driving this bus all along. Maybe she enjoyed the thrill of being on display or perhaps she just gets off to ceding control of her body to another. Either way she was aware that she had already made the decision that she was going to do this.

"Screw it." she relented. "Have a camera ready tomorrow."

"Are you going to include one of us?" Josh inquired tentatively.

"I already have someone in mind." was her ambiguous reply.

Sarah talked with her husband by phone that night, filling Brian in on her plan while agreeing to secure a copy of the calendar for him.

The next morning had a mundane beginning as Sarah and Polly continued working on the gravel pad out back. Sarah kept a keen eye on the comings and goings around their little construction site but realized that they were left alone for the most part.

Midmorning she received a text from Clark to come get her grader at the shop to move it into storage. She then texted Josh.

Sarah: [Meet us out back in 5-minutes. Bring the camera. Be discreet.]

Sarah parked the grader in the middle of the work zone, then her, Josh and Polly staged the scene, so Polly's roller was visible in the background.

"Remember that this calendar is supposed to be a surprise." Sarah announced. "Let's keep this to 5-minutes so we don't get caught."

The two women began to disrobe right there in the yard behind the main workshop while the rest of the equipment operators, mechanics and machinists toiled away elsewhere on the property, blissfully unaware of the exposure taking place.

Since neither woman could get their pants off without first removing their safety boots, the 5-minute deadline was busted well before they were ready, wearing only hard hats and the aforementioned boots.

Josh smiled while staring openly as the two women undressed next to him. On one side was Sarah, perhaps the most beautiful woman he had ever met. On the other was Polly, his best friend's girl. He had seen both nude before, but neither in lighting conditions as good as this.

The contrast between the two women was stark. Sarah, at 5'-7" with her DD chest, hourglass figure, dynamite ass and well-trimmed pussy. Polly at 4'-11", with her mighty 98-pound gymnast's body, bald pussy, and A-cup boobs topped by spectacular inch-long pencil eraser nipples that were now fully erect.

The sunny cloudless day would give this photo a warm mid-summer feel, although the two ladies' goosebumps betrayed just how cool this mid-autumn day really was.

Polly posed facing away from the camera. Although she was as much of an exhibitionist as Sarah, her boyfriend Kent, who was the only other co-worker with knowledge of the photo shoot, had convinced her to only show her muscular bottom, at least for this year.

Sarah climbed into the grader, then turned. Her right hand gripped the steering wheel while her left held the door wide open, thrusting her chest toward the camera.

Her right foot remained in the grader with her knee bent while her left was outside on the top step, giving her outer pussy lips a subtlety uneven appearance.

Josh had a terrific view of the scene but envied the perspective Polly must have, standing 5-feet below Sarah and looking almost straight up.

He snapped a few versions of this one pose, first with the ladies appearing to be in a work related conversation, then gazing into the distance. In the third photo the ladies looked to be surprised by the sudden intrusion of the photographer, while in the final photo they looked into the camera with a welcoming glance that froze Josh, the two women seemingly perfectly in sync with each other and the lens.

After the fourth picture Sarah climbed down from the grader and the two women walked toward Josh. Doubting that he'd ever have this opportunity again, he snapped a bonus photo of the two women full-frontal. He didn't think they'd allow him to keep this one, but you miss 100% of the shots you don't take.

Sarah had indeed noticed the snapshot but was currently preoccupied by the rapid passage of time. This adventure had already taken more than twice as long as she had planned, and she knew their luck wouldn't hold out indefinitely.

They could have gotten dressed, thus ending their risk of exposure. But she wanted to verify that she had the calendar photo she was searching for before tackling the boots again. Instead, she quickly scanned their surroundings before checking the camera.

The first three images were ok, but looking at the fourth she knew she had what she wanted. "This is the one." she said as she turned the screen toward Josh.

"Ok. I'll do a calendar up tonight and give you a peek tomorrow." he stated. "I'll sneak it onto the Wall next spring."

"I'd like 5 copies as well." Sarah announced. "As for that last photo... I'll leave that up to you, Polly and Kent to hash out."

***************

Sarah arrived home Friday night and started planning for Saturday evening. She had promised an end of summer reward for Brandon, Dalton, and Big Country if they were discreet with the video she had sent them. The three were young men who lived in the same neighborhood as her brother as well as Roy.

All three had assured her that they had kept their promise, but Sarah was not going to rely on that alone.

Roy had kept his ear to the ground, and although he had a vested interest in this enterprise, she had grown to trust that he would ultimately have her back if things went sour. He reported that he had heard no rumblings of trouble.

As a final check Sarah had stopped in to visit her sister-in-law Joy and sensed no awkwardness, which would have been an obvious signal if rumors were swirling in the neighborhood. With all signs pointing to good behavior on the part of the guys, she decided to proceed.

She went over her plan with her husband Brian to let him know how the evening would progress, then gave him his copy of next year's calendar.

"Wow!" Brian exclaimed with a sense of wonder. It's one thing to be a candaulist who gets a thrill when other men witness his wife in a state of undress. It's an entirely different thing to be faced with evidence of just how explicit the exposure will be.