It started with just the robe. I was wearing one without anything underneath mid-day, directing my anxiety in this nail-biting time to cleaning my house. It was going well, I was listening to music and lost in the smell of lysol and lemon — until there was some loud drilling sounds from outside.
Ugh — the construction crew was back to do maintenance on the sidewalk outside my home. Although on closer inspection, I noticed some were fairly attractive. They all were big and muscular, this job must require physical labor. There were eight in total, some actually working and others standing around overseeing the process. As I got closer to the window, I suddenly realized how exposed I was. The tie on the robe provided minimal support, my nipples were poking out at this point and my pussy mound was up for display. However, I continued to look, fascinated how blissfully unaware they all were. I then decided the afternoon sunlight just felt so nice, I better open the window shades.
I continued to wander around my house cleaning, checking in periodically to see if any had taken their eyes of the jack hammer. They hadn’t. I let the robe fall completely open, but still no one seemed to keep their eyes on me long enough to catch a peek.