Showered With Attention

"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.

Meanwhile, back in the truck, Brian was taking a closer look at his precious pictures. His eyes roamed over the first picture, admiring her soft, supple skin and big brown eyes, over the second picture, marveling at her perfect and firm breasts, and finally, the third picture. She was completely naked, sitting on her bathroom counter with her legs wide open, showing her beautiful bare pussy which was glistening with wetness to the camera. He felt a stirring in his pants as he imagined what he would like to do to her, and his heart beat faster when he finally understood why the photos and thong were left where he found them. In the bottom right corner of the last photo written in hot pink cursive writing was a signature, "girl next door." The window beside where she sat had the blinds drawn up, and although it was completely dark outside, his heart raced and he was almost sure that these pictures were taken in the washroom that was visible from his construction site. He stared up longingly into Becky's window, and the blinds were definitely out of the way, but much to his disappointment, he saw no "girl next door."

As noon approached, Becky's anticipation grew. There was now a total of five men working on the house next door: the two from early morning, and another three that arrived an hour later. She stood in front of her closet debating what to wear, imagining what it would be like to have their undivided attention as she stepped out of the shower, water trickling down her body. She would dry herself off very slowly and sensually, lift her leg on the counter to give her admirers a glimpse of her pussy, and take an extra long time to dry herself off. Maybe she would even masturbate on her counter for them if she gathered enough courage. "Hmm… thong, panties, or nothing?" she pondered. "Does it really matter? It's all coming off in 5 minutes anyway." She decided not to change, settled on a white tank top with black bikini panties, and walked over to her bathroom mirror, hiding from the view of the window. She took a deep breath and her heart was now pounding so hard that she was certain she could actually hear it. "Come on, you know you want to do this," she told herself, and pushed herself to step into view.

Becky stepped into her bathroom, into full view of the window, faced her mirror, and tried hard not to look out the window because if she did, she'd probably chicken out. She slowly lifted her white tight-fitting tank top up over her head, letting her round firm breasts bounce freely out of it. She pushed her black panties down, let them slip to her feet, and stepped out of them. Her heart raced, she was terrified, and she was loving every minute of it. She stepped into the shower and closed the curtain. "They won't be able to see me in here," she thought, so she decided to make her shower a quick one. She guided her pulsating showerhead around her body and stopped at her clit, letting it give her a tantalizing massage before her little show. In 10 minutes, she was clean, wet, and hot and bothered. She grabbed her towel, swung her shower curtain to the side and stepped out of the tub. Walking past her still open bathroom door gave her a shiver, and not just because the air in her room was a little cool. She was approaching her window, ready to share her naked beauty with whomever was watching her window from outside.

In a split second, a pair of strong arms grabbed her and held her in a bear hug from behind. Becky screamed. The man spun her around to face him, and he held her close to his body with one arm, while the other arm was over her mouth trying to muffle her screams. She found herself face to face with the construction worker who had picked up her pictures, Brian. "Shhhh… please don't panic. I'm not gonna hurt you." Maybe it was his tone of voice, or maybe it was the way he looked at her, but Becky couldn't help but trust him, so she quieted down. Their bodies were pressed so close together that she could now feel his raging hard-on pressing against her tummy. He relaxed his hold on her and held her at arm's length, now admiring her perfect body, perky breasts, and pussy lips. "My god, you're beautiful," he sighed. "You don't know how much discipline it's taking me not to fuck your brains out right here and now." Amazingly, Becky found herself more turned on than anything else she was feeling at the moment. She didn't know what to do, didn't know what to say, but she knew that she wanted him, she ached for him. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked nervously. "I'm gonna make your fantasy come true," was all he said.

Brian lifted her up with ease and carried her downstairs to the kitchen. Without a word, he opened the backyard door and walked out with her in his arms. The cool breeze gave her goosebumps, and her nipples perked up at its gentle touch. He sat her down on her lawn chair and took out a roll of duct tape. Seeing it, Becky suddenly came to her senses. "What the hell am I doing?? This has gone far enough! For all I know this guy could be a serial killer!" She struggled against Brian and gave his shin a good kick but it was no use, he completely overpowered her, and he was forced to muffle her screams again. "Matt, I need your help with the duct tape." The other construction worker appeared from the side of her house and hurried towards them. "Are you sure we should be doing this, man? What if she calls the cops on us afterwards?" he asked as he duct taped her arms to the chair. "It's too late to be thinkin' that now," replied Brian, and was momentarily distracted and loosened his grip on her mouth. "OW!" Becky bit his hand. "You're damn right I'm gonna be calling the cops on you! Let me go!" She kicked her legs and wiggled in her chair, making her breasts jiggle delightfully from side to side. With one swift motion, Brian spread her legs apart roughly and dove for her pussy, sliding his tongue inside her tight cunt. She arched her back and gasped at his sudden movement, and he removed his tongue. "Duct tape her legs too," Brian commanded, "and make sure they're spread nice and far apart for the guys to see." Matt did as he was told.

There she was, sitting naked in her backyard, duct taped to her lawn chair, her legs spread apart exposing her shaved and now glistening pussy. Brian and Matt stepped back to admire their handiwork. Becky could see the bulges in their pants that she had been responsible for. She felt so wild out here in the open, so primal, that her earlier fears and inhibitions had subsided. Matt's eyes roamed over her naked body and he began to stroke his erection through his pants, groaning ever so softly. Brian approached her and bent down to meet her face to face. "You are the sexiest woman I've seen in my whole life," he said. "Your pictures teased me to no end, and you'll be a subject in my fantasies forever. I know you like to be watched, and we want to be the lucky men who get to watch and be a part of your show. Please…" And he started to rub her crotch gently. His hands were so rough, so strong and masculine. Becky was getting lightheaded now, and all she could do was whisper, "Yes."

Three other construction workers had now joined them and were standing quietly by the back of her yard. One by one, they unzipped their flies and pulled down their pants, exposing their throbbing cocks. They stroked themselves gently, all eyes focused on Becky. Her pussy was now feeling very hot and wet, and she wanted to beg for them to fuck her, but she restrained herself. Instead, she said in a little more than a whisper to Brian and Matt, "Take it off." They removed their sweaty t-shirts and dropped them on the ground. Becky marveled at their chests. Being a construction worker had given these men a body to die for. They had very muscular arms, and she wondered why she had even bothered struggling with Brian. He could probably hold her down with just his left arm.

"More," she demanded, and they complied. They removed their pants, and their straining cocks came free. Brian got down on his knees in front of her and began to kiss and lick all around her pussy lips, avoiding her clit and her cunt. She closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and started to moan softly, trying to guide his tongue into her sweetness, but he darted away whenever she got close. The contrast of her warm body mixed with the cool and gentle breeze heightened her arousal in a way that she had never felt before. She felt two rough hands reach for her soft breasts and start to massage them. "Oh my god," she muttered through short quick breaths. Two hands were massaging her breasts and tweaking her nipples, sending little shocks through her body. Brian was now sucking on her clit gently, sucking and stopping, alternating from one to the other. Her moans were now very loud and clear and they echoed in the still air.

She opened her eyes briefly to see the three men in the back, now stroking themselves harder and faster, staring her straight in the eyes with an animalistic hunger. She felt like a rabbit amongst a pack of wolves that hadn't eaten in days. Their groans were getting louder and louder now, and she knew that her neighbors could probably hear them, but she didn't care. She was too lost in her own arousal to care anymore.

She wanted the whole world to see her, to be able to appreciate her beauty and sexiness, and to watch her earth shattering orgasm that was quickly approaching. Brian continued to suck her throbbing clit, Matt had moved to position his cock in front of her mouth and she hungrily took it in, sucking it and flicking it with the tip of her tongue with more enthusiasm than she's ever had. He continued groping her breast with one hand, squeezing and tweaking her nipple. Brian stopped for a second in complete awe of her.

"My goddess," he whispered. The wind was teasing her hot throbbing clit, and it screamed for attention. Brian leaned in and flicked her other nipple with his tongue and gently rolled it around his tongue. She stopped sucking on Matt's cock just long enough to beg, "Oh my god, fuck me Brian. Please... fuck me now." Brian returned to sucking on Becky's clit.

"Oh… it feels so good…" she thought, and Brian slid a finger into her cunt. "Oh… you're so tight and hot," he moaned, and he started to push her G-spot while stroking himself with his other hand. Harder and faster he pushed, and pushed, and pushed. "More!!" came her muffled scream, and it was too much. With Matt's throbbing cock thrusting in and out of her mouth, his hands guiding her head, and with Brian's tongue flicking her clit and his fingers ramming against her G-spot, she let out her last muffled scream. Her back arched, her body shook, and she was in heaven. At the same time, Matt groaned, "I'm cumming!!!" and shot his load deep into her throat, and Brian pounded his hard-on and shot his load onto the ground.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, coming down from their orgasms. Becky licked off every last bit of cum that Matt had offered her, and finally opened her eyes. The three men in the back had clearly enjoyed their show and left their evidence for her. Brian lapped up her pussy juices as Matt removed the duct tape. She was speechless.

"Hey beautiful," said Brian, "would it be too much to ask for you not to call the cops on us? We'd hate to not be able to do this again with you."

She just nodded. As the guys began to clean themselves up, Brian lifted Becky up off her chair and went inside. He carried her upstairs, into her room, and laid her down on her bed. He smiled at her.

"Thank you," was all he managed to say, but it was enough. He headed for the door and Becky finally found her voice.

"Wait! Promise you'll come back again to visit me sometime?" she asked.

Brian turned and smiled. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."