My new job, as a male stripper p2

Morning rolled around and I woke earlier than usual. I lay there in bed thinking about Tim, the naughty handyman I'd hired to do my garden. To my surprise, I was soon thinking about yesterday and what I had witnessed. Would he be brave enough to take my panties again today? I gasped at the thought. I couldn't shake off some of the comments I read by women, claiming that he was a bit of a pervert. I lay there thinking if he really was perving on me.

suddenly I had a crazy thought. I wondered if I wore something a little naughty, this might tease him, I thought to myself. I got out of bed and looked through my drawers, pulling out some old leggings. I'd stopped wearing these ones because they had become seethrough from washing. My mind was racing--maybe if I wore these around the dirty perv, I could catch him looking at me. I don't know why I was having these thoughts, but for some reason, seeing him lying on my bed, stroking his cock with my dirty panties draped over his face, had stirred something inside me. I walked over to my washing basket and pulled out the grey thong, which he had cummed in yesterday. They were stiff to the touch and covered in white stains. My thoughts raced--did he put them back in my drawer, thinking I wouldn't notice they were covered in his cum and put them on? Was this his plan? This sent a shiver down my spine, at how naughty he really was. But I'm even more shocked--I'm actually contemplating this crazy thought. I threw it back down, shaking my head in disgust.

I got the kids ready and headed back upstairs to get myself dressed. I stripped naked and looked at the grey thong again. I can't believe what I did next, but I pulled it on. As soon as it touched my skin, it made me feel so incredibly naughty. I pulled my old seethrough leggings on, followed by a t-shirt. I'd never normally dress like this for the school run, but I felt incredibly naughty. I bent slightly in the mirror, and OMG, they were really seethrough, you could clearly see that I was wearing a grey thong--no wonder I stopped wearing these, I grinned.

I couldn't believe how hot, bothered, and extremely aroused I had become since watching my naughty handyman pressuring himself in my panties. I was so shocked and slightly embarrassed by my behaviour--here I was doing the school run in a pair of seethrough leggings and a thong that's stained with another man's cum. I dropped the kids off, and just as I was heading out the gate, one of the kids' friends' fathers collared me. I don't really like him; I find him a little strange--the way he's always looking at me, but I've always had to be civil to him--for the kids' sake. Anyway, we walked to our cars. He was talking his usual boring shit as I stopped outside my car door, getting my key from my bag, when it dropped to the floor. Without hesitation, I bent over to get it. I only realized my leggings situation as I was already bent right over facing him. I got my key and stood up, looking at him. His face was a picture. OK, I have to go, I told him, opening my door. I drove away a little, flustered. I can't believe I'd just done that--he must have seen every inch of my ass and thong, I gasped, smiling.

I arrive back just in time for Tim coming. I flick the kettle on and sit at the dining table. Was I really going to try and tease him today? I thought to myself. Just as I was mid-thought, the doorbell rings; it was Tim. As usual, he gets straight to work. I shout out to him if he wanted a brew, which he gladly accepted. Was this my chance to go through with my plan? I walk out with two drinks and hand him one. It was only half past nine, and it looked like it was going to be a warm day. I take a minute to admire what Tim's done in the garden so far. He's practically dug out all the uneven grass and concrete. Tim tells me he's expecting a delivery of stone in the next hour to start to level the area, and the topsoil is coming early tomorrow, then he can start to lay the turf.

As we chat, my thoughts can't help but wander to whether or not he will take the opportunity to seal yesterday's red thong, sitting in the basket. I grin to myself as he picks up a shovel and carries on working.

I was picking my moment to see if he really was a perv; all I needed to do was bend over to see if he looks. But how, without making it look obvious? Just as I'm pondering the idea, a loud horn blasts.

"That will be the wagon with the stone," Tim shouts.

"Grab a wheelbarrow if you're feeling strong," he says, pointing to the two barrows in the garden.

I look at him, confused. Err, I didn't sign myself up for shovelling stone, I think, smiling.

But he's asked, so I didn't really have much choice. I follow him out with a barrow to the big wagon just outside the driveway. The driver is setting his wagon up and is soon using the crane on the wagon to fill the wheelbarrows. I say fill the wheelbarrows because there was so much falling onto the driveway. After what felt like a hundred trips back and forth, all that was left was the stone that had spilled onto the driveway. Tim hands me a shovel and tells me to start putting it into the wheelbarrows. I look at him, scowling, as he walks off, talking to the driver. Was this my time to test him and see if he is a perv? I thought. I start shovelling, and gosh, it was hard work. With each shovel, I lean forward, some more, carefully glancing back. To my shock, both Tim and the driver were staring, and I knew exactly what they were looking at--my see-through leggings. It sent a jolt through me, knowing two men were looking at my very inappropriate leggings, but I had to admit it excited me. I carried on shovelling; I wondered what Tim was thinking, seeing me wear the very same thong he had, pleasure himself into yesterday.

With all the stone now shifted into the back garden, the wagon left, and that left me and Tim with the massive job of levelling all the stone. I don't know how I ended up as labour, but I was happy to help and continue my teasing. I was desperate to see if this naughty man was going to steal my panties again, so I was thinking of an excuse to leave the house. But in the meantime, I was pushing and leveling heavy stone, and I wasn't being shy now; I was just casually bending over, like I didn't realise my leggings were practically see-through.

Tim was definitely looking at me as I bent over, and it was making me so aroused; I never knew I had it in me to do such a naughty thing like this. I took a minute and headed to the kitchen for a drink. Just as I was about to head back outside, I stopped briefly and pulled my thong up so it was sitting just above the waistband of my leggings. I smiled as I walked back and carried on leveling the stone. Every time I bend now, I know Tim's got the perfect view of my panties. I'm so aroused now. We finally finished, and I told him I just needed to pop out, and I'd only be about an hour. I'm so excited I rushed to the car and headed back to the coffee shop.

I logged straight onto the camera and waited patiently, but within minutes, the door opened, and Tim walked into my bedroom, and opened my washing basket. He rummaged through it and pulled out my red thong panties, holding them up like a trophy. My heart's racing as he dropped his trousers and holds my panties to his face. I zoom in and watch mesmerized as his massive cock begins to grow. He opens my panty drawer again, and rummages through; this time he pulls nearly every pair out, looking through them, stroking his cock.

He grabs some black sheer thongs out and wraps them around his cock and strokes it furiously. I could feel my panties starting to dampen watching this naughty handyman stroking his massive cock into my panties again. Was he going to fill them with his load, I gasped. I watch the scene unfold, he looked like he was getting close to cumming.

Omg, this naughty man was making me so aroused, I zoom in closer and I can literally see his swollen head leaking cum; it was mesmerising watching him stroke his cock. Just then, his hips rock, and he shoots thick streams of cum into my panties; I gasp at the amount, my panties are literally soaking. I watch in disbelief as his cock starts to soften, even soft it still looked intimidating.

Tim pulls his trousers up and neatly places my panties back, into my draw. He picks up my red thong and stuffs it into his pocket.

My mind races with naughty thoughts. i couldn't get my head around how naughtythis man reallywas, but it was making me so horny.

My panties were soaking. I finish my coffee and head home. I only have about an hour until the school run again. As soon as I get back, I head into the garden, where he's making a start on chopping timber for the raised planter I had asked for.

There was so much left to do, and he still had the flooring in my living room to put down as well. I watched Tim pack away his tools; he looks at me smiling.

"The soil will be here at 10 o'clock tomorrow," he grins pointing at the two wheelbarrows.

I grin; I guess he's trying to hint he wants my help then, I think.

He stands there, looking at his progress. "It's coming along nicely, but I might have been a little out with my timescale," he adds.

"You don't mind if I get my lads round tomorrow and start ripping out the carpet in the living room, do you?" he asks, looking at me.

"Err, no, I guess not," I reply.

"Great, don't worry, their my grandchildren, and there both food lads. They normally work with me, but they've been at another job," he explained.

Later that evening, I lie on my bed, reflecting on the last few days, and how exciting and naughty it's been. I couldn't believe how naughty I'd been today, wearing such see-through leggings and teasing him like I did. I would never have dreamed of doing something like this before, and I couldn't deny, how aroused it was making me, teasing this naughty man.

I closed my eyes, thinking about what tomorrow's antics might bring. What was I going to wear, I wondered, something just as teasing as today, to carry on this naughty little game, I found myself enjoying it so much.

Suddenly, a dress popped into my head. I smiled; surely I wouldn't be bold enough to wear it tomorrow. Now, this dress was casual but had a mind of its own. The last time I wore it, let's just say I spent most of the day fighting the wind, from exposing my bum, to the world, I grinned. I mean, this would be the perfect outfit for taking this to the next level, I thought. With my outfit picked, it was just a question of whether or not I had the guts to wear it tomorrow.