Vicki watched as the work truck pulled up to her driveway. With any luck, this job wouldn't take all day, and she would be able to supervise their work and head off to do her errands. The foreman came up to the door, papers in hand. He explained to her exactly what kind of job they'd be doing, and reassured her that they shouldn't be much more than a few hours. In fact, the laborers were already starting their work in the driveway, digging and chipping away at the damaged concrete. The noise was growing louder and Vicki wanted nothing to do with it already. She hurriedly signed where she needed to and sealed herself in the house. A half day off ruined! At least, she thought, she could get some things done for herself around the house. Then the day wouldn't be a total loss.
The hours ticked by and Vicki wasn't happy. The work was nowhere near done on time, and she knew that she'd be missing a full day of work. The foreman knocked on the door to confirm this to her, but assuaged her that there would be no extra charge for however long it took them to finish. Although she was angry that the job was going to take longer than promised, at least she could enjoy the rest of the day away from the office.
With the door closed behind her, Vicki headed upstairs to her bedroom, stripping off her blouse on the way. Her skirt followed as she rummaged through the room to find something more comfortable to wear. Clad in only a lacy white bra and matching panties, Vicki happened to glance out her window. The workmen outside were certainly doing their damnedest to get the job done, but that didn't concern her. In the growing heat of the day, all three of them had stripped off their shirts to work, and sweat glistened on their ebony skin. She gasped when she saw this, then checked to make sure that they couldn't see her standing there in her underwear. The men were all well built, and she watched their muscles ripple as they toiled away outside.
She could feel her pussy moistening as she stood there, transfixed before tearing herself away. They had a job to do, and while it was appealing to fantasize, Vicki knew her place. Besides, the foreman was still down there, making sure that they weren't goofing off. She pulled on a pair of bike shorts and a T-shirt before heading back downstairs. Once there, she busied herself around the house and yard, sneaking glances at the guys who continued to work at a brisk pace. Even though her shirt was long enough to conceal her bottom, enough of her curvy figure was visible at certain times that the work crew got to enjoy an occasional peek. This was wholly coincidental on Vicki's part, and by the time she noticed one of the men stealing a longing glance at her ass, the day was growing late.
Still, she secretly enjoyed the fact that despite her modest dress, she had still managed to turn a few heads. The hot afternoon eventually gave way to a somewhat cooler evening, and Vicki wasn't surprised to be talking to the foreman as the sun went down. No, they weren't done with their work, but then again, she wouldn't be charged anything extra for it. Although she was disappointed at the disruption in her life, she wasn't altogether upset with the fact that these guys would be back tomorrow. As they cleaned up from the day's work, she got to mingle in closer with them, knowing that their eyes were on her, and hers on them. All three of the workmen were very well defined, and their dark skin enticed her. When one of them 'accidentally' brushed against her, Vicki felt shivers racing down her spine. Yes, she truly would be happy to see them again in the morning, and she looked forward to spending as much of the next day as possible keeping a close eye on them.
The next morning, Vicki made sure she was up early. Rising before the work crew arrived, she hurriedly went through her closet, finding something enticing to wear. She wanted to look sexy, but not be completely done up like a whore. Besides, she only wanted to give them something to think about as she plotted ways to steal glances at their chiseled bodies as well. Rummaging around in her closet yielded an old pair of cut off jean shorts, which would be perfect! They were tight fitting and cut off very high, just above the lowest curve of her ass. Vicki was about to pull them on over her skimpy panties when she changed her mind.
The panties came off, and the jean shorts went on with nothing underneath. She was careful when zipping them up not to catch the bushy hairs of her cunt. For a top, the sexy young brunette found a white tank top. It tucked into her shorts nicely, fitting closely over her trim figure. The arm openings were a bit large, however, and the top fit a little loosely. If she was reaching or stretching, someone with the right angle could catch a glimpse of her breasts. And the dark patches around her nipples would be barely visible from the front as well. She admired herself in the mirror briefly, imagining the hard ons that she'd give those guys today when she heard someone knocking on the door. Hurriedly, Vicki headed downstairs, expecting to greet the foreman and his crew, who were arriving to finish the job.
To her surprise when she opened the door, Vance, one of the workmen she had drooled over the previous day was there. His eyes bugged out as he saw the vision of beauty before him, but he quickly recovered. In brief, Vance explained to Vicki that he and the crew were here to finish the job, and they would be checked up on by the foreman. All the while, he did a poor job of attempting to avert his gaze from her body. Vicki scarcely heard what the man said, concentrating instead on his well developed arms and upper body. She had noticed his wandering eyes, and teased him with her movements. He could see her breasts through her shirt, and she knew it, keeping her arms raised so that he may catch a brief glimpse of what she was barely concealing.
In another moment, she had turned to get something, half bending over and showing off her ass for him. Vance pretended not to notice, but how could he not! His work mates were watching all of this from the truck, and snickering about it. As soon as Vicki closed the door to let him get to his work, he turned and strode off towards them, blowing out a deep breath and trying to get his mind off of her. It didn't work, the vision of the sexy little brunette was burned into his memory. The fact that she was showing off her tits and ass didn't help Vance any, but there was work to do, and lots of it. Together with Jay and Chuck, Vance began his day's labor, but their conversation was definitely on the woman who was obviously keeping an eye on them from the porch.
Occasionally, one of them would steal a glance at her, fantasizing about what lay beneath her skimpy outfit. Vance had already done his part, describing the fullness of her breasts and the fine shape of her ass. His pals laughed as he described her, each of them forming a delightfully erotic vision in his own mind. Later in the day, when they were nearing completion, Vicki herself helped them along. She had been spritzing some hanging plants on her porch, and hadn't been all that careful with the water. Her clingy white tank top was partially soaked, and her rosy nipples showed right through it. Despite the fact that she knew she was going to give the guys a free look through her wet shirt, she brought some cold drinks down to them. It was only fair, she thought.
After all, they had once again stripped down to their shorts to toil in the hot sun. Sweat gave their dark skin an appealing shine, and none of them bothered to even try and look away as Vicki approached. They were working hard, and figured that if she was willing to show off her body, then who were they to refuse. Besides, she had looked damn good to all of them the day before, and even better today. She paused for a few moments to chat with them, and was delighted to find out that they would soon be done. All that needed to happen after that was a final inspection from the foreman and they could go. With that, Vicki headed back towards the house, never doubting for a moment that the guys were focusing their attention on the exposed curves of her ass. And she was right.
Not too long after that, she answered another knock on her door. It was Vance, of course, with his buddies in tow. They were done with the job, and asked her if she wanted to look over their work. She accompanied them outside, and as she expected, they followed her. With a sly smile on her face, Vicki made sure she wiggled her ass while she walked, and even bent down to see the job that they had done. Vance, who was standing in front of her at the time got an excellent view of her cleavage, while Jay and Chuck were left staring at her ass. Her shorts had ridden up her butt a bit while she was doing that, and Vicki made no effort to cover herself up.
Once satisfied that they were done, she asked when the foreman could be expected. Vance told her that he had to call, and wondered if he could borrow her phone. Vicki agreed, of course, and they headed back into the house. Ever the gracious hostess, Vicki invited all of the guys in to cool off, and they readily agreed. Vance made his call while the guys took seats and Vicki went off to get them some more drinks. She returned just as Vance did, and took the frosty pitcher away from her body. The ice cold pitcher had hardened one of her nipples, and it showed through her thin shirt like a beacon. This was not lost on the workmen either. Together, they sat and talked, with the guys never taking their gaze off of her. She was sitting on a stool, bending over a lot and laughing, which jiggled her breasts nicely. Vicki's shapely legs were slightly spread, and none of the men could resist a glance at her bare thighs. She knew this, of course, but acted as if she hadn't noticed.
