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Vicki watched as the work truck pulled up to her driveway. With any luck, this job wouldn't take all day, and she would be able to supervise their work and head off to do her errands. The foreman came up to the door, papers in hand. He explained to her exactly what kind of job they'd be doing, and reassured her that they shouldn't be much more than a few hours. In fact, the laborers were already starting their work in the driveway, digging and chipping away at the damaged concrete. The noise was growing louder and Vicki wanted nothing to do with it already. She hurriedly signed where she needed to and sealed herself in the house. A half day off ruined! At least, she thought, she could get some things done for herself around the house. Then the day wouldn't be a total loss.

The hours ticked by and Vicki wasn't happy. The work was nowhere near done on time, and she knew that she'd be missing a full day of work. The foreman knocked on the door to confirm this to her, but assuaged her that there would be no extra charge for however long it took them to finish. Although she was angry that the job was going to take longer than promised, at least she could enjoy the rest of the day away from the office.

With the door closed behind her, Vicki headed upstairs to her bedroom, stripping off her blouse on the way. Her skirt followed as she rummaged through the room to find something more comfortable to wear. Clad in only a lacy white bra and matching panties, Vicki happened to glance out her window. The workmen outside were certainly doing their damnedest to get the job done, but that didn't concern her. In the growing heat of the day, all three of them had stripped off their shirts to work, and sweat glistened on their ebony skin. She gasped when she saw this, then checked to make sure that they couldn't see her standing there in her underwear. The men were all well built, and she watched their muscles ripple as they toiled away outside.

She could feel her pussy moistening as she stood there, transfixed before tearing herself away. They had a job to do, and while it was appealing to fantasize, Vicki knew her place. Besides, the foreman was still down there, making sure that they weren't goofing off. She pulled on a pair of bike shorts and a T-shirt before heading back downstairs. Once there, she busied herself around the house and yard, sneaking glances at the guys who continued to work at a brisk pace. Even though her shirt was long enough to conceal her bottom, enough of her curvy figure was visible at certain times that the work crew got to enjoy an occasional peek. This was wholly coincidental on Vicki's part, and by the time she noticed one of the men stealing a longing glance at her ass, the day was growing late.