Thanks so much for the response and pictures. Do you still own any slips?

A white cotton “peasant blouse” or dress has been a long standing turn on for me for sure.
I believe these would qualify as such.
My cousin would wear them without a bra and the were almost always slipping off her shoulder revealing the outline of a breast or oh so close to a nipple at times. She knew exactly the affect it had on me.

Petticoats
 

I do still have a few slips, but hardly ever wear them anymore, at least not in a classic way. I have a couple of tulle petticoats that I like to wear as skirts – that brings a lot of attention. I couldn’t find any pictures with the white one, but here are a few of me in the black one.

White Blouses
 

That is sexy. I think these pictures in the rain may be like what you mean. I was playing in the rain to see how sexy this blouse would look, as I was plotting one of my adventures. The other pictures may not be quite what you are thinking, but I am using your comment as an excuse to add a few more.

The Evolution of an Exhibitionist, Part 14
 

Part 14: Drowning My Restraints
(mid 1990s)

Early in our relationship, I learned that my first husband was not open to my exhibitionist escapades. So, I downplayed my activities of the past and spent the years with him trying to be a good wife. I would avoid situations where I knew I would get myself in trouble or do something to upset him. Occasionally I would take advantage of the times he was not around, but mostly it was a period that I did very little in this way. This caused my yearnings to spiral. Eventually I reached a breaking point.

I was working on a small independent film project with a few friends from work. It was not long before I found myself growing close to this group. We all had real jobs, most of us working together at Universal Studios, while working on the film in the evenings and weekends. My husband didn’t like this, but gave me no problem about it. I think because he was a writer, who hadn’t sold anything in years. So, I was the only one bringing in money. He knew he couldn’t complain much that I had an unpaid job on the film.

This group of filmmakers included Brandon, who would eventually become my second husband, but I hardly knew him at the time. I was closer to our mutual friends who were as much about partying and hanging out together as they were about working on the films. Brandon, and a few others, took the projects more seriously and worked hard to put out good material.

One night I was asked to come over to Eric’s apartment for a read through of the script. Eric was a good friend of Brandon. He was very funny and helped write many of their scripts. He lived in the same apartment complex as Brandon, and a few of our other friends that worked at Universal and on the films. There were about 10 or so people at this read through, including an instigator named Ben. I didn’t like him very much, but he became key to my returning to my exhibitionist exploits. Ben was also a good friend of Brandon, and the loudest member of the group. He worked on the films and helped produce them with money he inherited from his grandfather, but he never worked very hard. He was only in it for fun.

Different mixtures from our large circle of friends from Universal would hang out almost every night. If we weren’t at some bar throwing darts, shooting pool, or singing karaoke, then we were at somebody’s party which seemed to happen every few days. Ben could be found at most of these parties trying to convince the girls to get naked. His approach was to volunteer to go first. I kind of admired him for this. He was straightforward and daring. But I knew he could be trouble for me. Anyway, we all knew that if you stayed at a party long enough, particularly if there was a pool, you would be treated to a show of Ben and whichever girls gave in. Because of my efforts to be a good wife, I left most of these parties early.

At our read through, Ben was at it again. While most of us were trying to get through the script, he was working to convince us to go to the pool. Eventually some people, including Brandon, had to leave and the meeting wound down. I was in no hurry to get home and found myself with Ben, Eric, and 3 other male members of the group (John, Randy, and Matthew). All were now up for going to the pool. No one had yet suggested skinny dipping, but with Ben in attendance, I knew where this was going. After years of avoiding this kind of fun, I finally broke and decided to go to the pool and just see what happens.

I pointed out that I did not have a swimsuit and a couple of the guys, who also did not live at this complex, said they were just going to swim in their underwear. I let them know I was not wearing underwear. So, Eric gave me a shirt that was quite large for me but would work as something of a swimming dress. I changed in his bedroom, and we all went to the complex’s pool.

I noticed two important factors as soon as we got to the pool. Although the gate was not locked, the sign stated that the pool should be closed at this hour. And it was closely surrounded by several apartment buildings. There must have been 40 or 50 windows with a good view of the pool. I questioned this and was reassured that they often swam at night with no trouble.

As soon as I got in the water, I saw Ben was already naked. I noticed the shirt I was given, now wet, was not leaving much to the imagination. So, I stayed low in the water. Very much enjoying these friendships, I didn’t want to ruin that. But I was also turned on by the idea of playing with five guys, who I believed were trying to figure out how far I would go.

Ben started in with his suggestions. He was campaigning for me to take off the shirt. I didn’t have a chance to respond before a couple of the others came to my defense. They thought Ben was making me uncomfortable. As they argued, I interrupted with an offer that I would get naked only after all of them got naked. I wanted this to happen, but it just seemed best that I not make it easy. I thought it was unlikely all of them would be willing - particularly Matthew. He was a very talented contributor to the films, and always more serious and a bit shy. But I was wrong. They all removed their shorts and tossed them out of the pool. Now I felt it. The intense conflicting feelings that were common in my early years. I was craving this, but equally anxious. In some ways I had them at my mercy, but in some ways they had me at theirs.

Under the water, I removed the shirt and kept it near me while sinking down to chin level in the water. Ben grabbed the shirt and threw it far. I heard it hit the fence with a soggy thud. The guys were like sharks treading around me as they thought of silly things to say while trying to get a better look. I was doing the same.

I considered myself to be good at determining the shape and size of a guy’s penis by his general frame and features. I still do this with most guys, even if I know I will never see his penis. But with the movement of the water, and that they would not stop touching themselves, I could only see distortions and hands. At the time, I thought they were touching themselves because I excited them. But I was later told they were trying to overcome the effect of the cold water.

We were all suggesting different games we should play. Most of the guy’s suggestions would result in me getting out of the water. I eventually agreed to play chicken. But none of them would put another guy on his shoulders. After much debate, I interjected. I told them that I understood the real goal. And if they would line up on the steps, above the water, where I could get a look at them, I would then let them carry me around on their shoulders to get a look at me. Most of them agreed immediately. But it took several minutes to convince Matthew, then another few minutes of stroking as they had to prepare. But they all went through with it.

Other than Ben, who I had seen before, my penis predictions were not very accurate this time. It was really something to see the 5 of them lined up in this way just for me. I felt as though I had a certain control over them. I liked it. Ben enjoyed being on display, but the others were clearly only going through with it so they could see me. I let them take turns carrying me around on their shoulders so they all could have a good look. I was experiencing sensations I had not felt in years with all the physical contact between us, as they each picked me up, sometimes with help from the others. It was fun laughing, wrestling, and splashing around with them, but I knew we were being loud and I couldn’t stop wondering how many people may be watching from the windows.

Then I saw someone at the fence. I let out a little screech before I realized it was Brandon. He was just returning home. This was the first time he saw me naked. I was above the water on Eric’s shoulders. I waved for Brandon to join us. He answered that he would be out in a minute, and I watched him look back at me as he went into his apartment which was right beside the pool.

Before Brandon returned, I saw Matthew jump out of the water and run for his clothes. I knew that was not good. Then someone announced they saw a cop. I turned to see a police officer at the fence, trying to find the gate. I dropped into the water and watched as all the guys rushed for their clothes and ran out through the adjoining laundry room. I sank down in the water not sure what to do. I thought I might try to run if the police followed the guys. But 2 male officers came in through the gate and up to the edge of the pool. They ordered me out of the water. I told them I didn’t know where my clothes were, and pointed in the direction I thought, asking if they could retrieve my shirt. One of them shined his light around and found the shirt but didn’t pick it up. He told me I needed to get dressed. So, I tried to pull myself out at the edge closest to my shirt, but I was struggling, and had to wade down to the stairs and walk all the way around to where he was shining his light on the shirt. The whole time I thought I would be arrested, and imagined all the trouble this would bring.

What will it be like in jail?
Will I go there in just a t-shirt?
Will I make it to work tomorrow?
What would I tell my husband?!

But as the officers kept their lights on me and watched as I untangled the wet shirt, I started to think otherwise. Their delight was obvious. I thought they could get in trouble for treating me this way. Making me stand naked in their lights while struggling to get dressed. They could have kicked the shirt into the water, and not have me walking around like this in front of them and whoever may be watching from the windows. I took my time working the uncooperative garment down over my body, hoping to extend the incident of their ogling to something they would not want to have to explain. And even though I was scared, I was enjoying the sensations washing over me as I appreciated the contrast of their powerful authority, crisp uniforms, large chests, arms, and weapons looming over my meek, nude, soft, wet, shivering self.

They asked if I lived there, and if I had been drinking. I answered, “No.” Then they told me to go home.

Fearing they would follow me to Eric’s apartment, bringing trouble to the others, I decided to get in my car and drive around until I was sure they were gone. I could not go home to my husband in only some guy’s wet shirt. When I returned to Eric’s apartment, I pounded on the door, a little mad that they ran off and left me. But I knew it was probably best. The guys would have been much more likely to get arrested, or maybe evicted.

When Eric answered the door, I pretended to be angrier than I was, just to have some fun with them. Only Eric, Ben, and John were still there. I entered the living room shouting at them for leaving me. I dramatically pulled off the shirt and threw the still wet and heavy thing in Eric’s chest before storming into his bedroom to retrieve my clothes. They followed, trying to calm me down while I was dressing. After making a bit more of it, I let them know I was only joking. I told them what happened with the police, and we all enjoyed the excitement and eventual relief of the whole experience before I had to return home to my restrictive world.

I had already been thinking about leaving my husband. Feeling the negative turn of my mood driving home that night, I started to believe it really could be the right thing to do. I was facilitating my husband’s ability to not work, and I had grown to believe we were just not good for each other. Although unintentional, my friends were reminding me how wonderful life can be. I felt like this night was the first time in years I had done what I wanted - reveling in just being me.




I don’t have any pictures from that night at the pool, but here is one of me at a water park that same summer.

So very cute. Wishing I had more friends like you. We could have had a lot of fun…
Our trick on hot summer nights, was to get the girls to join us in the many large fountains around town. With similar results.
Wet naked girls and police. Such fun - thanks once more.

What a hot story...
 

Dear Amy Sue, you're a particularly crazy chicken.

But not only the story, the pixs also are so hot. Love to see you in see through and wet blousesans shirts, love your pics with black clothes and slips.

Maybe you can find a few photos where you can look into your blouse, shirt or top at your breasts and nipples?

Yes, I admit it: I am also one of the men who admires you and sometimes imagines that he would be there in the stories and would also like to have sex with you, sorry! But you already know that from the P'Ns.

If I were your boyfriend or husband, I don't know whether I would be jealous or proud - probably both.

Let's see if you can share your most intimate parts with other guys in your story
will show...

I remain curious!

slips
 

Did you ever have sex while you were still wearing a slip? I would love to see your regular slips.

Amy Sue your pool story is great as are all of your recounts of your amazing journey. I could have easily been one of the guys in your story trying every trick to get you naked. It's good to hear that you were turned on as much as the boys were. Your pictures included with all your stories are great. Can't wait to see and hear more from you

Naked & Wet
 

Skinny dipping in a fountain, that would be fun! Pretty sure I’ve never done that. Wish I had been there.

If Only I Could
 

These pictures are not quite what you mean, but I try… :rolleyes:

Sex In a Slip
 

I like specific inquiries because I can sometimes relate them to particular pictures or experiences to share. But I must admit that I don’t have much relating to slips, except for one interlude that really turned me on.

My second wedding was a small affair. Just me, Brandon, the JP, and one witness. It took place in the small home of the JP we found in Williamsburg, Virginia. For this, I chose a dress made of two parts. A full body slip that was usually necessary as the outer garment was made entirely of lace, so it was revealing without the slip. That was why I wanted this dress, to wear with no slip at my wedding. That is a story for another time.

But for the slip, I thought it would go to waste. As it turned out, it became the part of the dress I enjoyed most. It was so silky and smooth, very thin straps, and so delicate my nipples were exceedingly pronounced. Although it hugged me tight, it was not strong enough to contain or control my body as most undergarments are designed. So, I would jiggle in all the right places as I moved, with the effect increased by the shimmering silky fabric. With each shimmy of my bits, the slip was caressing me in such a pleasing way. I particularly enjoyed how it felt on my bottom and breasts. It clearly was not designed to be worn without a bra and panties. Walking in it was like foreplay.

I came to enjoy using this as an evening dress (without the lacey outer covering) for the reasons stated above, and that it made me feel like I was going out in my undies, which I found gratifying. After dinner one night in downtown Orlando, we went for a walk in the park. I got so worked up moving around in the slip, that I pulled Brandon into an alcove of the band shell at Lake Eola, and we had sex standing up.


I have no pictures of me in this slip, but I have included one of me in the lacey part of the dress (the dress in which I was married). Also attached are the only pictures I have so far found of me in slips. Most are terrible pictures in every way. They are low quality, I don’t look good in them, and the slips can hardly be seen. Sorry about this. But I wanted to offer something - hoping they might suffice.

Thank You So Much!
 

I like to learn what aspects of my stories you like most. Thank you for continuing to read, and for the wonderful compliments.

WOW! Superhot!
 

I love this kind of photos from such a sexy girl like you! Thank you very much! Your dowmblousepics looks so nice...

Lol
I love that there is a picture for “almost” every occasion and comment…
The photos are as wonderful as the stories and your beautiful smile is reflected in them all, indicating you are as thrilled to be there as those taking them.

The white cotton blouses are a thrill and in my girlfriends case taking to the fountains in such attire yielded the same lovely sight.

Cold puckered nipples poking through the thin material with a blushing young lady’s smile… heaven on earth.

The cocktails in the fountains were the missing ingredient- but consumed earlier in the evening you can be sure.
I would gladly join you in a fountain on a warm summer evening.
Pick a city… 🥂

So hottt
 

All your stories and pics are great but this one is extra sexy, you have amazing eyes.

Slips
 

I love the half slips. Do you still have those slips? I hava always thought they were sexy.

Your welcome. Thank you. And I found a couple more taken while I was unloading my car.

What Fun That Would Be
 

I love your description of the girls in the fountain.

My Eyes
 

Thank you for the wonderful compliment of my eyes.

Slips
 

I saved the slip that came with my wedding dress, but I don’t have the others. However, I found a few more pictures that my housemate secretly took of me through the window while I was in the yard. (I found them while digging out pictures for the story I am posting tonight.) I don’t remember why I was in the yard topless in my slip, but that is the kind of thing I’m known to do.:rolleyes:

The Evolution of an Exhibitionist, Part 15
 

Part 15: The Housemate
(Late 1990s to late 2000s)

For a number of years, Brandon and I both struggled to make any decent money. In those times, we lived paycheck to paycheck while renting houses that we shared with housemates. I mostly curtailed my tendencies around the housemates, outside of a little teasing. I wished to not dress to walk around my house, but I did not want to make anyone uncomfortable. Most housemates moved on in short time. But there was one, a very good friend of Brandon that lived with us for years.

This long-term housemate was our friend Eric, who stayed with us even as we moved every now and then. He and Brandon both had left their jobs at Universal Studios, as they landed better work with a different company. The new jobs required them to travel regularly, and not always at the same time, so it worked out well that there were times Brandon and I could have weeks alone, weeks hanging with friends, and often someone watching the house when I went with Brandon on his trips.

To get along in this situation at home, my only request of Eric was that he tolerate my not always keeping fully dressed around the house. I almost got arrested skinny dipping with him once, so he had seen me naked a few times before, and was fine with it. I did not constantly walk around in the nude, but often. I would usually spend the mornings cooking breakfast and such in just a pair of panties, or nothing at all. I always feel sexy in the mornings and like to take time before getting dressed. Eric, a night owl, was rarely around in the mornings.

In the early days, if he did encounter me like this, he would usually keep moving through with just a quick pleasantry. I got used to this and started spending more time around the house in the nude. I know he and Brandon both enjoyed it.

I have something of an obsession with my boobs. I find myself playing with them all the time. I am not always aware I am doing this, but I will also do it on purpose. I like to play with my boobs while reading or watching TV. When I wanted to be alone, I would take off my top and lie on the sofa to watch TV and play. Eric would usually move on if he came through. When he needed to be in the same room with me, he would just do his own thing, but I could still feel his excitement when he would look my way. I loved it.

But after years of this, Eric got used to me naked and would no longer just move on. Sometimes he would join me on the sofa to watch the show – I mean the TV show. So, occasionally we would end up hanging out together while my boobs were out. He would also come into the kitchen or my room, while I was not dressed (I never shut my door), and we would carry on a conversation. I thought it was nice in some ways. It was exactly what I asked of him when he moved in. But I didn’t really want this to be normal. I enjoyed my sexuality more when what I was doing was not so expected or accepted. I wanted it to be surprising and special. I liked it more when it was daring.

Eric was very good at being causal about my condition. He basically ignored it. But I realized this was only when he knew I was aware of him. I found that if he thought I didn’t know, he would gawk and really get into it. That is what I wanted.

With the housemates we had before Eric, when I wanted a thrill, I had a few tricks. My favorite was taking a naked nap in the living room when I was expecting the housemate to come home. I would purposely fall asleep, or pretend to sleep, on the sofa when they came through. Sometimes just topless, sometimes fully nude. It depended on my mood. I found this very exciting - a good way to enjoy being enjoyed.

I had also done this with Eric to break the ice when he first moved in. When he thought I was sleeping, he would linger and watch me. So, I started taking my naked naps more around Eric. When feeling particularly randy, I would pretend to be sleeping for the thrill of him watching. I could feel him inspecting me, and I love to laze in the gaze of others. I absorb it, like when lying in the warm sunlight.

I was guilty of teasing Eric more than I should have, setting up so many encounters on purpose. I could feel my heart race as he would enter the room where I had been waiting and hoping to be discovered. I could hear him pause in the room when he found me. This was incredibly arousing, but I would try to relax so my breathing would not betray my charade. When he stayed for a while, I would try to peek to see what he was doing. One day I realized he was taking pictures.

I know I shouldn’t have, but more than once, when he was gone, I went into his room and tried to find the pictures on his computer. I was not successful. This bothered me. Not that he took the pictures, but I really wanted to see them.

I decided to confront him, but in my own way. I set up another naked nap. When I knew he was taking my picture, I said, with eyes still closed, “I’m going to want a copy of that.” He was thrown for a moment. Then he did what I often do when caught, he owned it. He agreed to give it to me. This led to a conversation that brought us closer together. I made it clear I enjoyed that he wanted the pictures. We ended up at his computer where he made a surprising confession. He had taken hundreds of pictures of me, and even a few videos, through the whole time we had been living together. I had no idea he had been taking so many pictures for all these years. A few I knew of, but most I did not. When looking through them, I remembered many of the situations, but was astounded how often he had been able to get my picture without me realizing. I was so oblivious. In the pictures I was not only taking naps, but he caught me in the yard feeding the pets, sunbathing, changing clothes, doing chores, working on the computer, watching TV, cooking, even touching myself, etc. I was surprised, and very turned on that he wanted all these pictures of me. I let him keep them, asking only that he give me a thumb drive with copies.

I thought little about anything physical with Eric. He was a great guy, but I enjoyed the interactions as we had. The only time he brought up sex was while we were looking at the pictures on his computer. He said that every time he sees me naked, he doesn’t know what he is supposed to do about it. I think that he was putting it out there for me to decide what would happen. I just giggled, and we moved on. He never brought it up again. I now think it was wrong of me to confuse him like this. And if I had it to do over again, I would tell him to do what he wanted. I used him to get what I wanted. I wish I had been fair and let him take what he wanted. But in the end, I know we both enjoyed my little games.

I hesitate to share my last encounter of this type that I had with Eric, as it was just plain foolish. I was on the sofa, in just panties, watching TV with Brandon. We heard Eric come in the back door, but this time we heard multiple voices. Eric was being loud; I think to warn me that he had guests. I sat up quickly and realized I could not get out of the room without being seen, so I told Brandon to get me something to wear. He asked what, and I said, “Anything!”

Brandon decided to take my demand literally and returned with my snorkel and flippers I had left in the hallway when we unpacked form our recent trip to Sint Maarten. He had been annoyed that I had not put them away. But now he was laughing. I did not share his amusement. Not knowing who Eric was about to bring through the house, I asked, “You really want me to wear this?”

We heard the group headed our way. Brandon just kept snickering. I said, “Fine!”, thinking I was somehow getting him back, I put on the mask with the attached snorkel. Before putting on the flippers, Eric entered with a man and woman I did not know. He said, “Hello” and I waved with my hand holding the flippers. We all stood quietly for a moment with everyone taking in the scene. Brandon was fully dressed, and I stood next to him in only a very small red thong and diving mask with a snorkel while holding a large pair of flippers. Eric just nodded with a look of, ‘Yes, I live with crazy people.’ Brandon found this to be hysterical. The guests must have thought we were on drugs, or that they interrupted some wild sex. When looking back, I usually enjoy this type of thing. But this was just too much. I felt completely ridiculous. But I suppose I deserved it. I had regularly set up scenarios that can embarrass people, so I could not complain. I just took my snorkel and flippers and went upstairs to bed.

I never learned who the guy was, but Eric ended up marrying that girl he brought home that night, and they moved to New York. I am grateful to him for having the character to tolerate what I put him through, and allowing me to take pleasure in teasing him for so many years.





Eric took a great many pictures of me over the years, far too many to include here. So, please find more pictures on my profile page in an album titled “Secret Pictures Taken by My Housemate”.

Linked here (if I did it right): https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/alb...?albumid=74192

If you enjoy my stories, I highly recommend visiting the album mentioned above. To many of the pictures in that album I have attached more about the story behind each. This is a varied account of my other adventures and antics that might not become stories in this thread.




Below find a few of the pictures from Eric. He took all these except the one of me in the snorkel and flippers. That one was taken on that trip to Sint Maarten. Please forgive that these are not great pictures. Eric was trying to take them quickly in secret. But I post them because they help tell the story.

Pictures:

1: Eric caught me taking one of my naked naps in the living room. I think I was really sleeping in this one.

2: Not sleeping, just watching TV. I would watch like this, even when Eric was home, but I didn’t know he was taking pictures of me.

3: Feeding my 2 iguanas in the back yard. My habit was to feed the pets every morning before getting dressed. Eric usually slept in, but apparently sometimes he was watching. There is a one-story apartment building on the other side of this fence. There was a guy who was often outside smoking on his patio that was up against the fence. I would talk to him a lot. But the boards of the fence were very close together. I don’t know if he was ever aware that I was usually half or fully naked.

4: Another day going out to feed the pets. We had iguanas, rabbits, dogs, a cat, a chameleon, and a duck. I enjoyed my time in the yard. There were only 2 neighbors that could see into the yard from their windows. One I almost never saw leave the house. The other was a butthole, and I didn’t care what he thought.

5: This was after we moved to a bigger house. The old hardwood floors would creak. I could tell when Eric was coming, and when he would pause to watch me. I knew he was taking this picture. This is the one he took when I surprised him by saying, “I’m going to want a copy of that.”

6: Napping with my dogs. Yes, I like to spoon with my dogs. I almost never closed my bedroom door.

7: Sunning in the yard. In the background, you can see the tent the guys would use for poker nights. This spot is not where I usually sunbathed because it can easily be seen from the street. I guess I was feeling brave this day.

8: Sunbathing in my usual spot in the yard. I did not know Eric was watching from the window.

9: I had a bad sunburn from spending too much time naked outside. I don’t remember Eric finding me this way on the sofa, but I remember my reluctance to wear clothes until my burn got better.

10: A picture that Brandon took while I was snorkeling in Sint Maarten. This is the mask/snorkel and flippers referenced in the story. I did not put them away when I got home from this trip, so Brandon was able to use them to embarrass me.



With all these pictures it may seem like Eric was stalking me. But not at all. I was practically torturing him for so long. I wanted him to look, and I think he had every right to take the pictures. I am just surprised I was so unaware.

Slips
 

What made you stop wearing the slips? What happened to them after you stopped wearing them?

Appreciating the adventure
 

I Love the album -what a fine way to end the evening…

I do hope both Brandon and Eric appreciate what they once had to come home to.
You are truly lovely.

Thanks for another adventure well told. always a joy to follow along.

Slips
 

Most of my slips are probably buried somewhere in the attic, after having boxed up my things when I moved and never fully unpacked.

I think I stopped wearing slips more because of my choices of skirts, and what was needed or felt good underneath. Most of my slips were silky and nice against the skin, but I came to prefer short skirts often with nothing underneath.

Appreciating You
 

I am glad you liked the album.

I think the guys appreciated me, but they certainly knew living with me was sometimes quite an adventure. I am about to post a story of one of my wildest episodes at home. This picture was taken at that time.

The Evolution of an Exhibitionist, Part 16
 

Part 16: The Dirty Girl
(late 2000s)

After years of living paycheck to paycheck, Brandon’s work finally started to take off. We reached a point that we could buy a nice home. After having 2 houses in Florida damaged by hurricanes, and with the real estate market down there out of control, we decided to move out of state. Brandon had to travel for his work, so we needed a good airport for business travel. We chose Charlotte. In a small town just West of the airport we found, and purchased, a beautiful old Victorian house. Built in the 19th century, it was large and full of amazing features and adornments. But it needed some work. Not long after moving in, we decided to hire a contractor and knock out all the work at once.

Brandon was out of town more than he was home. I loved to go with him on these trips. But when the work on the house began, he thought it was best I stay home. I agreed. I think he wanted me to watch over the workmen. But I had ideas about the workmen watching over me. Brandon and I did not discuss what I was thinking, although he knows me very well, of course. And I know what he likes. But it is fun to keep some uncertainty, and maybe sometimes still surprise each other.

Brandon left me a clue in the kitchen. We had to move pretty much everything from several rooms, furniture and all. This required relocating our desktop computer. Brandon set this up temporarily on the kitchen table. The screensaver cycled through the better pictures in our collection. This included risqué pictures of me. Nothing too explicit, but a great many nudes. He would sometimes turn this off when we had guests, but not always. It was interesting for me to learn who he thought should not see the pictures. This group included our parents, and only a few others. But that is a story for another time. When he left the screensaver on with all these workers in the house, I took it as a sign.

The contractor we hired was a fairly young but seemingly competent man named Brian. His way of speaking amused me. Many statements started as a question. “Will we need to put in a French drain? Yes. Will it keep the water out of the basement? Of course.”

Brian was not there every day, but he introduced me to a very nice guy named Gabriel, who oversaw our project. Although Brian spoke in strange patterns, it was always with confidence and authority. But Gabriel seemed a bit hesitant and shy. He had trouble looking me in the eye when he spoke. He was so cute and always very sweet. He didn’t have any trouble directing the crew, but it seemed I intimidated him. I liked this, and must admit, I took advantage of it.

As we prepared for the work to begin, there were regular visits to the house by Brian or someone he would send. Brandon was around for much of this, and I mostly kept out of the way. But when the real work began, Brandon was out of town.

I was sleeping in just panties. Always feeling sexy in the mornings, I love that time shortly after waking when everything is a bit hazy. I don’t sleepwalk exactly, but I am not all there. If I get out bed while in this state, I am more likely to be foolish or daring. My inhibitions are reduced much like when I have had too much to drink. When I woke to the doorbell, before the sun was up, I was at first aggravated. But when I came to enough to know what was happening, I got excited that the fun would now begin.

Although alert to my arousal and that the men were at the door, I was still in that hazy state of waking as I descended the front stairs with only my arm covering my breasts. Through the windows in the large front doors I could see at least 2 guys waiting. I opened the door a crack and quickly turned back up the stairs. I heard a “Good morning” and groggily answered the same as I headed for my room.

Anticipating what could be weeks of a house filled with workmen, I already had many ideas. So, I was already quite stimulated as I left my bedroom door open and climbed back into bed. Most of my plans seemed crazy to try right now, or at all. Considering what I could get away with today, I started by kicking off the covers and hoping the men would soon be walking past my room. I became so much more worked up as the sun began to rise. Then I heard Gabriel in the upstairs hallway calling for me. I stayed quiet hoping he would come looking for me. But he gave up and went back downstairs. I eventually decided to put on something sexy and go to the kitchen to make coffee.

I chose a short, sheer, flowing white nightie. It was not the sexiest thing I could have worn, but I thought it was a good next step. At the bottom of the stairs, the foyer opened into the living room, so it was the largest open area of the house. This is where I found 5 or 6 guys at work. I paused there, pretending to have a look at the progress, while trying to get their attention. It was amazing how much they had accomplished in not much more than an hour, although it was just deconstruction at this point. Most of the guys did notice me. Their reactions were perfect. No one said anything to me, but spoke with their eyes and smiles. One stopped what he was doing and turned to me with his hands on his hips. I smiled at him. He smiled back and nodded. As there were now a few guys just staring at me, I realized this might not only be because my nightie is see-through, but they thought I came in to say something. So, I said, “Looking good guys,” and I continued to the kitchen.

I was just pouring a cup of coffee when Brian came in with a “Good morning.” As I turned to him, I could tell he was trying to avert his eyes.

“Will you always start so early in the morning?” I asked.

“Could we start later? Yes.” He answered.

I laughed at his manner of speaking. I’m not sure he was aware of it. He continued to answer his own questions as he explained it would not work well to start much later. We agreed that I would give Gabriel a key and they could come and go as they needed. This transitioned into a conversation about the way I was dressed. I could tell this is what he came into the kitchen to discuss as he stumbled through a few attempts to broach the subject. I half expected him to say something like, ‘Do the guys like tits? Yes. Would it distract them from their work? Of course.’ Imagining this made me giggle. The whole situation was awkward. Brian’s strained efforts to point out my delicate parts without pointing out my delicate parts - all while the computer on the table behind him was displaying various pictures of exactly that.

Brian did seem genuinely concerned for me. We talked for a long while as I tried to assure him that this is how I am comfortable, and all would be fine. But he continued, as he thought that there would be a lot of ways I could get hurt. He said at the very least I should not be barefoot. Finishing my coffee, I promised to stay out of the way, and started to leave. Assuming he was watching me walk away, an old flirty habit kicked in and I flipped up the back of my nightie to flash my little white panties at him as I left the kitchen.

That night I had trouble sleeping. I gave Gabriel the key, so the crew would start work before I got out of bed. This time I went without panties and spent much of the night fantasizing about the men walking past by bedroom door and finding me naked and asleep. These thoughts were mixed with some of the things Brian had said when trying to convince me to put on more clothes. He was one of the only men to ever ask me to cover up. I grew excited at the idea of teasing Brian until he changed his mind. I plotted how I could take things even further in the morning.

Our house had been built without indoor facilities, although there were sinks in all the bedrooms, the bathrooms were afterthoughts – crammed under staircases and such. So, to reach the bathroom, I had to leave my bedroom and walk down a long hall.

When I woke to the noise in the morning, I was partially uncovered and wondered if anyone had walked past my room. Already titillated, I knew to get moving before my nerves could kick in. I slid out of bed and walked into the hallway, without looking, and headed for the bathroom. I had something of a head rush from getting up so quickly and from the arousal of walking nude through the house while hearing the men’s voices and banging from the 1st floor. As I passed the landing at the top of the front stairs, I could see movement below. I felt the heat from my excitement, and it contrasted nicely with the cold air from the doors and windows they left open for ventilation. I made it to the bathroom unseen. When I was ready to go back, I hesitated, not wanting to return to my room. I needed more and thought about what I could do next. Standing completely nude at the top of the front stairs, I so much wanted to just walk right down and into what would surely be an incredibly liberating experience. I took the first step and paused. This was much like entering a cold pool. It is best to just jump right in. One step at a time requires consistent commitment, which I did not have. I ran back to my room. My reluctance was not for a concern of being seen, or what the men might think of me. These were encouraging factors. It was that they were here for a job, and not for my games. What I was about to do would be exceedingly disruptive. I knew they would be here for a while. So, I thought to start subtly and look for opportunities to be more daring. Deciding to wear the same nightie as yesterday, but this time I went with no panties. It was not sheer enough to be too obvious, but anyone could see if they wanted.

There was already debris all over the floors downstairs, so Brian was right that I should wear shoes. I had some options that would make sense, but I decided to have some fun with this too. High heels may really push Brian’s buttons, but I went with a pair of Brandon’s boots. They were too big for me, but I enjoyed clomping around in the heavy boots and my little night dress wishing all a good morning until I finally found Brian in the driveway. When he saw me, I struck a pose to present my boots. He just shook his head. As I went back inside, I had to restrain myself from flipping up the back of my nightie again, but with no panties, and that he was not alone, I thought this would be too much.

I went to the kitchen, which had been renovated not long before we purchased the house, so this was a room where I could spend time and not be in the way. Guys would come through sometimes, but I was usually alone. While making breakfast I was expecting Brian to come in and tell me to go get dressed. But instead, it was Gabriel. He came in with a “Good morning,” and then, with a few words and gestures that made little sense, he attempted to let me know they could see through my negligee. I asked if Brian had sent him in to tell me this, but he said Brian had to leave. So, I asked Gabriel if I bothered him and he answered, “No...” Before he could continue, I said, “Good” and sipped my coffee while exiting the kitchen with a sexy little sashay.

I was feeling fantastically salacious. With Brian and Brandon gone, it was easier to pretend these were my guys. I just wanted to play all day. I knew I had to stay out of the way, but I didn’t want to go back upstairs or just sit in the kitchen. They had the big doors open to the front porch, so I stood out there drinking my coffee while looking out at the street. It was too cold to be out on the porch like this, but I was warmed by the stares of the guys working just inside in the foyer. It is hard for me to describe the amazing sexual pleasure I felt in my oversized boots with no panties. It was sensational, and staggeringly naughty. To tease the men who were watching, I did not need to do much more than pose there on the porch and sip coffee. The breeze was doing the rest for me by working the light material of my nightie, suggesting it could be lifted at any moment. The cold air between my legs and soft caressing of my gown in the wind was making me weak in the knees. Occasionally glancing over to be sure the men in the foyer were still focused on me, only raised my ardor. After a while of this, I had to go back to my room and surrender to all the stimulation. I really needed this attention from the men. I had recently put on a little weight, and I had not been feeling very attractive lately. But making the most of the current situation had me feeling sexier than ever.

The next couple of days were a lot like this. I would pick different lacy, sheer, or otherwise see through nightgowns, arguably lingerie, to wear around the house. I liked to sit on the porch and read while watching the men come and go, but I couldn’t last long in the cold. So, I would also watch TV or play on the computer in my room. This would usually lead to me taking one of my naked naps or playing with my vibrator. I doubt the guys could hear it with all the noise they made, but I liked to imagine they knew. For my antics and fantasies, I was endlessly aroused. I would leave my door open almost hoping to be caught.

When Brandon was home, things would change, but not for the worse. He enjoyed most of what I did and would dare me to do some things for which I would not have the courage to do without his suggestion. Whenever I didn’t accompany Brandon on his trips, I would pick him up at the airport while wearing something sexy. But I had never done this with so many people at the house to see me leave and return. Even when alone, I would usually leave by the back porch which was very close to the car. But I thought it would be fun for the crew to see me go out like this. I knew they were shocked that I paraded around in front of them in this way, but it would be fun for me if they knew I also ran errands while dressed like this. So, with keys in hand, I came to where Gabriel and most were working that morning, wearing my sheer black negligée (one of my most revealing), and announced I was going to get Brandon from the airport. As I drove away, they must have wondered if I owned any regular clothes at all.

The first morning with Brandon there, I stayed in bed next to him, listening to the workers downstairs, and waiting to see what he would do. But I think he was waiting to see what I would do. On our phone calls and the drive home from the airport, I told him about some of my adventures that occurred while he was gone, including how Brian had made a few more attempts to get me to cover up. I warned Brandon that Brian may appeal to him for support. But I thought the crew was having a good time with my little games. Most didn’t say anything to me about it, but I would overhear them occasionally. It was always positive. There was one guy, known as Bear, who called me Ms. Amy. He was always very animated while looking me up and down and telling me how beautiful I was every day. He also was not shy about standing in the kitchen and watching the screensaver. Everyone else would move on when I found them in the kitchen. But Bear would stand there watching and acknowledge me by mumbling nice compliments or enthusiastically repeating, “Ms. Amy, Ms. Amy, Ms. Amy…”
Bear was my favorite. I love feedback from people who enjoy my exhibitionism. It is the ultimate payoff, and I could see the amazement in his eyes, and hear the joy in his voice.

After a while of just lying in bed with Brandon, I got bored. I stood up and put on a small red pair of panties and asked if he wanted a cup of coffee. He said, “Yes.”, and I walked out of the room toward the back stairs. I wasn’t really going down like this, I just wanted to see what he would do. After standing in the hall for a bit, I returned to the bedroom and asked, “You really think I should go like this?” He said it was my house and I should do what I like. It was clear he wanted to see if I would go. As usual, it didn’t take much for him to convince me to be daring. If I feel like I am doing it for him, I can take things much further. I went out again and down the back stairs. At the bottom landing, I peeked around the corner and saw the coast was clear, so I scampered through the dining room to the kitchen. The coffee pot was empty, so I panicked and hid in the pantry.

I thought to just sneak back upstairs but started to feel safe in the pantry. No one would have any business in here. I thought of what Brandon would be imagining if I spent a long time downstairs like this. My excitement overcame my nerves, and I left the pantry to make a pot of coffee. For the next while I teetered back and forth hoping someone would enter the kitchen as I was proudly on display, and diving back into the pantry whenever I thought someone was coming. But no one came. I eventually had the 2 cups of coffee and headed back upstairs. As I left the kitchen, I almost literally ran right into a huge guy I had never seen before. Gabriel was right behind him. With a cup of coffee in each hand, there was no chance to cover up or run off, so after my initial abbreviated shriek of surprise, I owned it. Head held high, ignoring that I had just spilled a good bit, I paused for a moment and wished them both a good morning before moving on. I was very focused on my walk as I knew they were watching. It was important for me to appear confident and sexy. As I turned the corner to the stairs, I looked back to appreciate that my display had in fact been jaw-dropping. Looking the other way toward the front of the house, I saw Brian who had not noticed me. I said, “Good morning” to him and went behind the wall of the stairs just as he looked up. So, I didn’t know how much he saw.
I was not the only one who got worked up by this. Brandon was all over me as I told him the story. We made love while our coffee went cold.

There were other times Brandon tried to encourage me, and I looked forward to his dares. At one point he mentioned that the door was off the office bathroom. This bathroom held the only shower in the house. I knew he was suggesting it was a good time for me to take a shower. I got excited about the idea, but the office was the main egress to the driveway, and the guys were constantly coming and going that way. That could add to the fun, but meant it would be very cold with the exterior door always open. So, I put on a towel, drug a portable heater into the office, and ran the hot water for a while to warm things up. This gave the guys a warning, and it seemed they started using the front door to give me some privacy. Nevertheless, I took a nice long shower. The curtain was clear but fogged enough to create some distortion. Although, I could still tell when people would pass by. Then someone started working right in the bathroom doorway. I thought this was bold, but terrific fun. When it got dark in the room, I peeked out to see that they had hung a tarp. I imagined Brian’s voice in my head, ‘Is there a naked girl in the office? Yes. Do we have tarps? Of course.’
I knew most were entertained by me, but apparently, they were still gentlemen.

When Brandon was out of town, I did not really help with the work. But when he was around, he would get us involved. I still didn’t want to help. Not because of laziness, but because I know, and have been told plenty, that I suck. I am always slow and rarely do this kind of thing well. I try to make myself valuable in other ways. So, when Brandon would push me to help, I would try to make a game of it.

When the floors were being sanded, we had to cover the walls and curtains with plastic. For some reason, Brandon thought this was a good job for us. So, to make it fun for me, I still wore my sexy outfits while working. It backfired a bit because my nice things got very dirty. It was a lot of climbing up and down on ladders and wrestling with large sheets of plastic. I made quite a show of it, although Brandon and I were usually alone for this chore of prepping the rooms as the others were working elsewhere in the house. So, the payoff for me was minimal, and I was relieved when this part was done.

When most of the work moved upstairs, and took over my bedroom, we set up a bed in the dining room. This provided a better opportunity for me in the mornings. With 3 different entrances, not all with doors, and large uncovered windows, I was on display every morning. More than once, someone hung tarps in the doorways, but I kept taking them down, and would pretend to be sleeping while the guys got started each day. All of my escapades considered, this was the longest run of pure sexual excitement for me. Mornings in the dining room, I felt like my entire body was awash with morning light and the admiring gaze of rugged men. And with the dining room right next to the kitchen, I felt freer to go there undressed. It was like I had my own little apartment at the back of the house that I treated like I was alone, even though I wasn’t.

The dining room is where I was sleeping the morning Brandon woke me and said we had to put plastic back up in the living room, which had already been sanded. I had had enough of this and wanted to keep sleeping. But he wouldn’t let me. I knew I would miss my favorite time of the day, just lying in bed feeling sexy. We argued a little until I said, “Fuck it!” and got out of bed and went straight into the living room, in just my panties, and started working. I don’t know why I think acting like this is a way to get even with Brandon, because he likes it. But I was trying to show him up or embarrass him in some way. And if I had to do the work, I was going to have fun with it. The crew was mostly working upstairs, or outside, so no one was in the living room at the time. But they would pass the room going up and down the front stairs. Brandon was distracted by me and not as helpful. He even got his camera and took a few pictures. That did put me in a better mood, and I started posing, but he put the camera away when some guys came by. After a few minutes of working topless, I did start to feel a little silly, but I didn’t want to admit it. So, I was relieved when we saw the building inspector’s car pull up in front of the house. Brandon gave me the nod, and I went back to bed.

The pinnacle of this project for me came when they were refinishing the floors. We had beautiful white oak floors. In great condition, but they needed a new finish. While the guys were sanding the floors, I became impressed with the saw dust. Not just the amount they had collected in their bins, but its consistency. It was not like any saw dust I had seen before. It was a very fine powder. Very fine - incredibly soft, like a kitten’s fur. It was amazing. I couldn’t stay out of it. I wanted to dive in naked. I told this to Brian, and he knew I wasn’t joking, but he still just laughed it off. I decided to convince Brandon it would make interesting pictures. That wasn’t hard. He agreed to take the pictures if I could convince Brian to let me make a mess of the dust in the middle of his work. Brian was reluctant, but to my surprise, he agreed as long as I waited until after work, when the crew had gone.

I expected Brian would leave the bins of dust and go. But at the end of the day, he made a nice pile in the middle of the living room and set up some of his work lights and a heater. I went upstairs to get ready. I had planned on being completely nude, but realizing that would not be good with the saw dust, I wore a pair of flesh colored panties, intending to keep them hidden with the dust. I expected everyone but Brandon to be gone when I came downstairs, but both Brian and Gabriel were there waiting. I know they didn’t trust me to not mess up the floors that were only half finished, but I also think they wanted to watch. Brian told me that they would stay to clean up when I was done. This took my experience to the next level.

I got in the pile and asked them to help cover me up. They were all helping. I was loving this. When Brandon asked to use a ladder to get certain angles, Gabriel brought one to him. Feeling like a professional model, I was overflowing, and started to fear I may make the dust wet. The idea that these 3 guys were working to help me get some sexy pictures was almost too much.

I posed for about 45 minutes with everyone making suggestions. When the time came to clean up, Brain brought out an industrial vacuum and told me to hold still. I was not expecting this, and feared it would suck my boobs off – in a bad way. But it wasn’t that strong. However, while he vacuumed me it would sometimes get stuck to my body. I would screech and giggle not only because it was funny and alarming, but it reminded me of when I tried to use a vacuum to extract an egg from inside me. I started to tell them this story while they cleaned me up, but I stopped as I felt ridiculous shouting such a story over the noise of the vacuum.

I could imagine Brian repeating the story to others. ‘Did she stick an egg in her pussy? Of course.’ But I noticed that when working with me on the pictures and directing the cleanup, Brian spoke normally, instead of making statements by asking and answering his own questions. I was intrigued by this. Wondering if it is like when someone with a stutter can sing without this challenge. Maybe when Brian was focused on a task, he was less self-conscious. But that would mean it wasn’t so much a choice but something subconscious.

When the vacuuming was done, I stayed longer to talk because I was enjoying this time with the men. I told them how much it turned me on that they were watching and helping me. I told them about some of my desires, other adventures, and how it all made me feel. They listened with interest and asked questions. I enjoyed this even more than the picture taking. Before heading for the shower, I wanted to give them, or me, something more. I slid out of my panties making the excuse to the men that I didn’t want to track dust through the house - although we all knew they had cleaned me thoroughly, and the whole house had been covered in dust for a couple of weeks. On my way to the shower, I thought about how I had turned Brian. I knew he had enjoyed this evening. Both he and Gabriel helped make this an amazing event for me, and I had no problem complying when they asked for copies of the pictures. Most did not come out as well as I had hoped, so I only gave them a few good ones.

When the renovations were complete, the house was beautiful, but frankly I was sad. I immediately missed the crew and all the thrills. I found other distractions, but I thought I would never have another opportunity as perfect as the house project. However, about a year later, an answer came from the heavens.

Our roof was very old and made of slate tiles. A summer hailstorm broke up many of these tiles, and soon we started to notice stains on several ceilings. The roof needed to be replaced. I was thrilled to learn that Brian could handle this project for us. It would only take a few days, but I had every intention of making the most of it.

The morning the work began on the roof, I stayed in bed a while enjoying the morning sunlight on my body as I watched the guys lean a ladder against the house, right outside my window. We were off to a great start. I kicked the covers completely off the bed and laid nude waiting for someone to climb past my window. I wondered how many of the guys I might know, and if they came expecting a show. Then Brandon stepped into the doorway and asked if I would go down and cook breakfast. It was my habit to cook breakfast in the nude. So, gesturing to my body, I asked, “Like this?” Brandon just smiled. I really wanted to do it. But knowing the guys would also be working inside on the ceilings of a couple of rooms, I thought cooking naked would be too much right now. So, I offered to go bottomless with a t-shirt. I knew if anyone came through the kitchen, I could stay behind the island at the stove and sink. This was something I did last year during the renovations while Brandon was out of town. Even though no one came through the kitchen then, I still enjoyed it a great deal.

I already knew which t-shirt was perfect (not long enough to cover everything), but I took my time finding it as I was still hoping for someone to climb the ladder outside my window. Brandon said he would meet me in the kitchen and left. After a long while with no one on the ladder, I put on the short t-shirt and, completely exposed below, I snuck down the back stairs to the kitchen. The men were making a good bit of noise, which I found intimidating, but it helped me track their movements. While cooking, I could work behind the counter, except when I needed something from the refrigerator. Maybe it was because cooking naked had become common, or that there were a few strangers in the house, but I was finding this bottomless scenario quite erotic. I was only a little nervous and practically hoping someone would come into the kitchen. It would be fun to have a conversation like this from behind the counter, without them knowing. Then I heard someone coming and felt my nerves. It was a guy I had seen before, but I don’t think we had ever spoken. I moved up close to the counter and asked how it was going, hoping to engage him in conversation. He answered with, “Excuse me” and I went numb as he kept coming around the counter and up to the sink. His back was to me now, and I didn’t know if he had noticed. I grabbed my shirt to stretch it down, but that wasn’t working. I thought about hurrying out of the kitchen but heard someone coming. So, I was just standing there bottomless, about a foot from this guy, when Brandon came in with his camera. Realizing my situation, he smirked and gave me the wide eyes. I returned the expression to silently ask, ‘What do I do?’ Brandon held up the camera and I shook my head. I did not want to draw attention. Then, still working at the sink, the guy mentioned how he loved the smell of bacon. Brandon offered him some, as I shot him my, ‘Are you crazy?!’ expression. Thankfully the guy declined as he finished at the sink and turned to leave, looking back at me with a ”Thank you” as he left. When he was gone, Brandon and I both tried to muffle our laughter. He asked me if the guy knew, but I wasn’t sure.

I still struggled with understanding myself at times like this. What happened was the kind of thing I fantasize about. But when it was happening, I wanted out of there. And now that it was over, I wanted to keep playing.

I was so turned on as I continued making breakfast and watched Brandon check the hall a couple of times. I knew this meant he was up to something. Sure enough, he asked me to give him my shirt. I reminded him that I only agreed to go bottomless. He told me it was just for a quick picture. I really wanted to do it. “Promise?”, I asked. “No.” he answered. I nervously hopped around a little then committed. I pulled off my shirt and threw it at him. He took a few pictures, but my posing was lackluster with my attention on the door. He directed me to focus on cooking as he kept taking pictures. In doing so, I started to relax. It is easier for me in these situations when I have an objective beyond just being nude. With some purpose, and with Brandon there, it didn’t feel like I was just doing crazy things. I felt like I was being me, and doing something for him. The longer it went, I grew more comfortable. I was loving this and decided to take advantage of the opportunity while I could. He didn’t give me back the shirt, and I didn’t ask for it back. He started to record a video, and I just relaxed and went with it. I was still aware of the other people in the house, but I stopped focusing on the door. At least until I heard someone coming. I had just a flash of worry as Brandon put the camera down and tossed me my shirt, but it was too late. Two guys walked in the door. We all froze. It was as if they couldn’t look away. I was totally exposed in front of these guys I did not know, and my fear was gone. I was so relaxed with Brandon there, I just waved with a, “Hello” and started laughing as they backed out apologizing.

Brandon and I looked at each other and laughed even more. He told me I should probably put my shirt back on, but I ignored him. I did think I should cover up now, but I wanted to act even more audacious to tease him. At this point, he was more embarrassed than I. He went upstairs while I finished breakfast. Shortly after he left the room, I put on my shirt. However, I immediately regretted it. Realizing how much my enjoyment exceeded my fear, I took my shirt off again and finished preparing breakfast in the nude. This was a great time to commit and make the most of it. But no one came back to the kitchen. However, I waffled again when it came time to carry the tray up to the bedroom. I put my shirt on, picked up the tray, and started for the door. Then I stopped at the table, set the tray down and removed my shirt again. When fully exposed I felt honest and pure. I wanted these amazing sensations to not only continue, but to build. At that moment, I was split between thinking I could go anywhere naked and feeling an imaginary barrier at the otherwise open doorway. Leaving my shirt on the table, I picked up the tray, took a deep breath, and pushed through the invisible barrier to exit the kitchen. When crossing the hall, I had no fear. All felt right and wonderful. I paused there when I saw the guy from the sink talking to someone. To my delight, it was Bear. They did not notice me at first, so I waited. When they finally looked up at me, I smiled, gave a little curtsy, and continued around the corner on my way to the stairs. I heard a whistle and then a joyful, “Ms. Amy!”. I knew that was Bear. Walking completely naked through the house with people watching, I nearly melted in rapture.

Back in the bedroom, I was distracted with Brandon as our breakfast went cold on the nightstand. While making love under a roof being ripped apart by a half dozen men all talking about me, I thought of how the house renovation project from last year, and my adventure of this very morning, brought about two wonderful new experiences related to my exhibitionism. All added up to weeks of daily episodes of very bold displays. Never had I done so much and with such a high level of daring. And it was the first time I really explained myself to people not close to me. Usually, those who were around me in this way were left to wonder if it was an accident, or if I fully knew what was happening. But the night with the saw dust, I spoke so openly to Brian and Gabriel. This honesty with them was an exposure of its own, and it was marvelous.

The renovations and roof repair came at an astounding cost. And although the improvements were terrific, the exhibitionist experiences alone were worth every penny.




Below please find the link to the video Brandon made of me cooking breakfast. It also includes some related videos I found from this house project. But these are only a couple of quick clips. One of me preparing to hang the plastic (before we were interrupted) and me in my beach cover which I wore around the house a lot while the guys were working.

https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/sho...d.php?t=259524
Also found under the Videos thread, “Sexy Homemade Recordings From Years Past”.


There are more pictures from the saw dust and other experiences during the renovations that I will add to the thread, and maybe with answers to questions or comments, but I post a few below now.


Pictures:

1: Working in my sheer white nightie that I refer to several times in the story. It is not as white as it used to be after I wore it so much while helping with all the dirty work.

2: Inspecting the newly painted office in my little black nightie mentioned in the story. This is also what I wore sometimes when picking Brandon up at the airport.

3: This beach cover is a favorite of mine. I probably wore this around the crew more than anything else.

4: One of the pictures Brandon took of me just before the guys caught me cooking naked.

5: This is when I didn’t want to cover the walls in plastic, so I decided to make it fun by working topless. It worked, as Brandon got distracted with taking pictures and a short video before we were caught, and I soon got out of the work.

6: One of the pictures of me in the saw dust. It was so soft and fantastic on my skin. But the most fun was that Brian, Gabriel, and Brandon were all helping me get the pictures.

7: A screenshot from a video as Brandon left a camera running on the floor while the guys helped me with the pictures.

8: Another screenshot as the guys prepared to clean me up.

9: It was a lot of fun, but a little scary, getting vacuumed.

10: It was startling and exciting when the vacuum would aggressively suck to my body.

Additional Pictures From Part 16
 

More pictures from Part 16: The Dirty Girl.


11: One of the pictures of me in the saw dust. I think these can come off a little weird, but I like that it was different, and it felt amazing.

12: It was so much fun posing, but I also wanted to roll around in it.

13: All four of us had ideas during this shoot, but most didn’t work out as there is a fine line between sexy pictures and just a mess.

14: It was new and fun to work with a group while taking such pictures. But the most fun was when they all helped clean me up.

15: Another picture of me in the office right after I was told the painting was almost done. The office design was my idea.

16: Having a shower in the office bathroom while the door was off the hinges. It was so cold!

17: Another nightie I wore during the renovations. Seen here having fun with the wide-open spaces before the guys put stain on the floors. I remember it was very cold throughout this whole project, but I was having too much fun to cover up.

18: My beach cover that I regularly wore as a dress. The dining room had become my bedroom part of the time. Brandon caught me headed out of the dining room while I was excited as always to go wish all a good morning.

19: I’m not sure when this picture was taken, but I include it because this is another of my night dresses that I often wore around the crew.

20: This was a picture Brandon took just after I surrendered my shirt to him in the kitchen, while cooking breakfast. I thought I would get the shirt back quickly, but I eventually relaxed and finished cooking in the nude.

So hot story, so hot pics...
 

Dear sexy lady Amy Sue, please show us more, tell us more, show us your intimate parts again and again!
Perfect hot lady! And no secrerts, we want to read everything you done by sex!

I love the black lace both here and in the latest entry. With your lovely nipples on display I could see a crew of happy workers never so happy to be up in the morning and headed for work. The smiles continue as you get them up a second time once they arrived.

I may have volunteered to work late just to enjoy watching your evening routine.
Keep you company as you made dinner and lounged around in the evenings.

Thank you again for another arousing recap of your escapades of past. We’d had fun I think, you and I. You’re my kind of adventurer. I have had great fun with girls and women that dare to push their own boundaries for the sake of a thrill or sexual rush. A memory that can be recalled in our minds any time we want a “pick me up” in our day. - I have a few.

Amy Sue your last story about showing off your sexy body for the contractors was amazing. I am in the construction industry and could only have hoped to be working in a home with a exhibitionist as beautiful as yourself. The closest I ever got was several years back. We were working on the 4th floor of a condo that had a older student apartment building about 20 feet directly across from the side of the unit we were working in Every morning a college coed would come out to the screen porch wearing just a robe open in the front and naked underneath and sit and have coffee and look at her laptop. Once her coffee was finished she would remove her robe and do yoga naked for about half an hour. Once yoga was finished she would wave goodbye to us untill the next mornings show. This went on every day we were there. Great memories. You look amazing in the black lace outfit and the naked kitchen photo's in your last story. Can't wait for the next post

WOW!
 

Dear Amy Sue, I, Udo, love your story, I love your pics. And I'm very corious of your album. Please note: I like you, I respect you very much, I don't want to make you sad.

But in thie Album I will comment and call the things by their name sometomes: Breasts are tits, Pussy I wil call c*nt, and what I will write is only written when I'm horny. And when I say I will fuck you or spray at your body it's just in my fantasy, not in real life! Hope this is okay for you?

In real life I woiuld never talk to you in such a way!

At times, during my adventure with the renovation crew, I worried what I was doing may be too much. By the end of some days, I would think I over did it and should not keep going like that. But by the next morning I would be back in the mood and want to take things even further. Selfishly I was thinking about the fantastic time I was having above all else. But I knew most of the guys enjoyed my teasing.
Too bad you weren’t there. If anyone had wanted to stay for the evening, I would have been thrilled. It would have meant they were having a good time, which is what I wanted. And that would have given me an excuse to do some of the really wild ideas for which I didn’t have the courage.

Naked Yoga
 

That must have been a great time when you were working in the building across from that girl. And I mean for her! I came up with a lot of ideas, but it never occurred to be to do yoga around the guys. Just the thought of it is magnificently arousing.

Dirty Talk
 

I want everyone to comment in the way they please. I appreciate your concern, but I won’t be offended. We are all here for a little fun. And with the pictures and stories I share, you know what kind of fun I like. I want to light someone’s fire, and the only way I’ll know I have is if I see a little smoke…

[QUOTE=Amy Sue;
Too bad you weren’t there. If anyone had wanted to stay for the evening, I would have been thrilled. It would have meant they were having a good time, which is what I wanted. And that would have given me an excuse to do some of the really wild ideas for which I didn’t have the courage.[/QUOTE]

Well hell I would have gladly made you dinner so you were free to provide the show without interruption. We could have even incorporated a few items that could be best consumed from atop ones naked body.

Sweet and sticky or slippery and tasty type items to add a little lust provoking contact to just the most sensitive of areas.

The “smoke” would definitely be visible and the “fire” surely to follow…. Lol
I do enjoy a good tease. Discreetly or otherwise I am known to give my full attention and hang in till the end.

Tantalizing
 

What a sensual and seductive response. I love to tease, but at this point, I think you are teasing me…

A Little give and take
 

It’s only fun if we all participate.
But it’s you that keeps me coming back for just one more peek at that lovely body…
I’ve yet to be disappointed😉

If you let me...
 

If you let me...

I would like to spoil you all evening:

As a starter your mouth and your breasts

As a main course your pussy

And at dessert your bottom and then decorate everything with my cream...

Sorry for this impudence!

Participation
 

Well then, here is another peek.