My thanks to New Zealand author KJTatts for the inspiration for this story.
The following week curtains were in place & firmly drawn in the house across the road when the light came on in the mornings, which put a dampener on the start to my working day. I had got used to seeing the morning display.
Then about 8am one morning I was walking back off our construction site to my site office when I saw a young lady standing outside the office door waiting for me. As I walked up I could see that she was in her mid twenties with long black hair, wearing a leather jacket zipped up to her neck to keep warm, but with a short leather skirt & black tights, possibly stockings, that certainly wouldn't be keeping her warm as the wind blew across the site.
As I walked past some of the lads on site they were Oohing & Aarghing about the outstanding beauty standing by my office, with a couple of the lads offering to help out with whatever she wanted!!!
As I got closer I realized it was Tatts, my flashing neighbour from across the road, as I had nicknamed her after seeing her tattoos previously. I thought & nearly said out loud ‘I didn't recognize you with your clothes on', but thought better of it as it is such a corny line.
"Hi, I'm the Project Manager, Can I help you?" I asked as I introduced myself to the beauty in front of me, trying hard to keep looking straight into her eyes. I desperately wanted to look & admire her full length head to toe.
"Yes," she answered, "I live across the road and one of your workers has just left his car on my drive & walked off blocking my drive. What can you do about it?"
"Can you show me?" I asked, "And then I can get the registration and check it against our site register."
"Sure," She answered as she set off, back home with me following behind her.
As we walked out the gate, a couple of the lads wolf whistled and she turned round to look, immediately catching me staring at her wonderful legs as I followed her. I looked a bit sheepish at being caught and she just smiled.
Tatts crossed the road in front of me, as I trailed slightly behind so I could study her wonderful long shapely legs as she walked and her shapely arse as it wiggled under the leather skirt. The leather skirt had a relaxing motion as her buttocks moved in rhythm with her legs, the rhythm was as smooth as a Swiss watch, just more beautiful to look at and admire. Fortunately I didn't get run over crossing the road as I was not paying any attention to any vehicles on the road.
Once in her drive, she turned and gave me a lovely beaming smile as she asked "Can you do anything with it?"
"Most definitely," I replied, "And I'll get the car moved too!" I calmly stated as I returned her smile.
"By the way, nice curtains, do they block the view?" I asked slyly.
"I don't know, what do you reckon?" Tatts responded with a wink.
"I reckon there is a great view thorough the window early in the morning," I responded with a wink of my own.
I wrote down the car's registration number, I apologized by saying, "I'll be back in a couple of minutes with the driver to remove it, sorry for any inconvenience caused."
A quick look at the site signing in book gave me the name & company of the driver, so off I went to find him. After finding him & walking him across the road, I asked him why he parked on someone's driveway, to which he replied "It saves walking from the car park." Some people just amaze you at times.
As the guy reversed his car out of Tatts drive I knocked on the door to apologise again, and also to get another close look at Tatts from the front.
The front door opened, and before I could say anything Tatt's hand reached out & grabbed my arm pulling me into her home saying "I'm glad you called back, I need some help with these curtains."
I was quickly led into her front bedroom where Tatts quickly jumped onto a stool in front of the closed curtains, asking "Do these look okay to you?"
What a question to ask as she stood on the stool, her arms reaching up to the curtain rail to make some phoney adjustments, with her long black hair tumbling down her back over her leather jacket; and her leather skirt riding up as she stretched revealing stocking tops for the first time at the top of her outstanding legs. What answer do you give to a question like that when your prick is rapidly hardening at the sight in front of me, my eyes were growing wider, and my hands want to reach forward & caress the beautiful young woman in front of me.
"Well?" she asked.
"They look mighty fine to me, they have a wonderful shape, & look firm wrapped in beautiful material with a solid band of black around the top of each, and a nice border of slightly tanned thigh at the top. They look outstanding to me." I finally replied.
"The curtains, not my legs," she laughed "What do you think to the quality of the material?"