I work in an office building downtown. They're building a new parking garage next door, so I have to park at the end of the block and walk past the construction site to get to and from work every day. The first level of the garage will be underground, so the men are a good 10 or 12 feet below me as I walk by and can look right up my skirt. I love the shouts and whistles I get from the workers, so my skirts have been getting shorter and shorter as the weeks go by. And every so often, like today, I wear a garter belt and stockings as a special treat for them.
But I'm disappointed. It's been raining all night, and the site looks deserted this morning. Then I spot the foreman and another guy over by the office trailer. I slow down to give them a chance to see me. When they do, they begin to stroll my way, pointing and pretending to be talking business. When they get close enough, I stop, bend slowly down, and begin to adjust the strap on my cum-fuck-me heels. But I accidentally catch my anklet and it breaks, falling through the chain-link and into the mud at the bottom of the pit. One of the men plucks it from the mud and attempts to hand it up to me. I squat and reach down but my hand won't fit through the fence.
I suddenly become aware that both the men are staring at my crotch. I look down and realize that my legs are spread far enough to give them a perfect view of my smooth, shaved pussy, barely covered by a tiny, white lace thong. The foreman slowly brought his eyes up to mine, smiled, and said, "I guess you'll have to come down here to get it. There's a ramp at the end of the fence. I'll meet you there and show you how to keep your pretty shoes from getting ruined."
I made my way carefully down the ramp. True to his word, the foreman was waiting for me when I got to the end. He looked me up and down, then suddenly scooped me into his arms and began to carry me towards the trailer. He threw the door open and carried me in, his friend (who I found out later was a driver for one of the suppliers), came in behind us and shut the door. It was then that he set me down. Seeing my distress, he explained that he brought me here so that I could use the sink to clean off my ankle chain. And that he had been wanting to talk to me about something anyway.
"Do you know how dangerous it is to stroll by the construction site looking like that? Someone could get hurt because you were distracting them!" I replied that I had no idea what kind of distraction he was talking about, and headed toward the door. He stepped in front of me to block my escape and the driver came up close behind me. My heart began to pound as I realized I had lost control of the situation. If I'd ever had control at all.