"Bang, bang, bang, BANG!"
Becky awoke from her very short night's rest. "They're here again," she sulked, and tried to go back to sleep, but to no avail. The construction workers arrived every morning at 7 o'clock, and it was bad enough that she was still jet-lagged from returning from her vacation to Hong Kong.
After another 30 minutes of tossing and turning, she gave up and just lay there, defeated. Becky had moved in to the new house just under a year ago, and although it was nice and quiet during the winter months, it was now summer and not a weekday went by without construction somewhere on her street. Her area was now almost finished though. Only the house next door remained to be built, and they were almost done with the basement.
It was the hammering that sounded like it was coming across the street that finally got her out of bed, and she peeped through her blinds to investigate. Two burly men were working on the roofing on a nearly completed house nearby. She put on her glasses to have a better look at them, and confirmed her suspicions that they weren't that much to look at. Rather disappointed, she turned to her right to see who was working next door, and much to her surprise, this fellow was a lot easier on the eyes. Brown hair, tall, muscular body, and no beer belly, unlike the rest of them. She guessed that he was probably in his mid 30's.
He was carrying a large wooden piece, part of the basement wall, and disappeared from her view, whistling as he walked to the side of the house. She followed him, making her way into her bathroom, and noticed another man with a slightly smaller build who looked a few years younger and also attractive. She watched them for a moment, busily hammering away, and opened her blinds for a better view. She half-heartedly hoped that one of them would look up and notice her watching them, so she pulled up the blinds halfway, exposing her naked breasts to any peering eyes from outside, but they were too immersed in what they were doing and paid no attention to the little lady next door.
"Sigh..." She turned around and admired her body in the mirror. Becky is a university student in her third year. Asian, pretty face, 5'3", 105 lbs, with C cup breasts, she's "quite a catch" according to her other half, Daren. She's one of those quiet types though, not very flirty and mostly keeps to herself. At least that's the impression that most people get of her. Daren knows otherwise though. There's a very adventurous side of her that only the two of them know about. She has a little bit of an exhibitionist in her, and let's just say that she keeps Daren VERY happy, and we'll leave it at that because that's a whole other story.
She slowly ran her fingers down her flat stomach, feeling the smoothness, and then back up to her breasts. She massaged them a little, tilted her head back and closed her eyes, and gave her growing nipples gentle squeezes until they could grow no more, and she let out a small breath. Returning to the window for one last glance and then back to bed, she delved into one of her fantasies of showing her body to all of the men that worked next door. "Too bad it would never happen," she thought, and as some of the hammering subsided, she fell back into a deep sleep.
It was only an hour later when she awoke once more. She had been dreaming. What was the dream about again? Oh yeah… the construction workers. They were gathered around her bathroom window… watching... waiting... for what? That's it... she had been in the shower, and they were waiting for her to come out. She tried desperately to go back to sleep, to go back to her dream and finish what had been started, but it sounded like the rest of the men had come, and that meant sleep was now out of the question. And then, it hit her. She had an idea on how to get the men watching her bathroom intently.
For the rest of the day, she pondered her plan, which kept her in a constant state of arousal. The minutes ticked by ever so slowly that by night time, she felt so hot and bothered that Damen had to rush over for some "emergency sex," they called it, and Becky almost ripped one of his favorite shirts. "I don't know what's gotten into you, sweetie, but I'm not complaining," he commented afterwards. She hadn't told him anything about her plan, and she wasn't sure when she would. For now, it was her secret. They cuddled a while, and she gave him a few more well-placed kisses before seeing him to the door.
"Now where was that thing," Becky muttered as she rummaged through her boxes of stuff that she still hadn't unpacked. She pulled out a small grey digital camera and stared at it for a minute, a slight feeling of doubt in the pit of her stomach now, but she shook it off and went right to work.
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"Hey, go get the screwgun for me, would ya?" said Brian. "I left it in the back."
"Another boring day of work," he thought, as he walked towards the ditch in front of him. He was just about to walk down when something caught his eye. It was vibrant red and shimmered as it fluttered in the air, held down by a rock. He went over to investigate and stopped in his tracks when he realized what it was; a silky red thong, and under it, 3 photos. He removed the rock and picked them up. There, looking seductively at him, was an Asian girl posing for him. One picture was a side view of her wearing a very flattering very silky red bra and panties (that were probably the pair that he was holding, he realized), and she was lying in bed on her side with one leg bent. In the second one, she had removed her bra, and she was crouched like a hungry tigress, a full frontal shot that left Brian's mouth dry. And the third...
"What'd ya find?" a loud voice called from behind him.
He fumbled with the pictures, a little startled, and stuffed everything in his pocket. "Uh… nothing, it was nothing!" he called back.
"Well? What are you standing there dumbfounded for? Waiting for the house to finish itself?" replied Matt, coming to his side.
"I... I just remembered. I forgot something in the truck," said Brian, and he headed towards the vehicle, while Matt muttered something about him not having his head screwed on.
Becky had been watching them from her window, anxious to find out how they would react to finding her pictures and lingerie lying there out in the open. She had wondered if she'd have 1 or 2 admirers, and it looked like there would be just 1 this time. Her little show was planned for around noon, lunchtime, so that the construction workers would have time to just sit and do, or rather watch whatever they wanted to.