Sarah’s Summer of Being Seen Ch. 02

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Sarah woke up one morning to find an email announcing that the company she worked for had gone out of business. It wasn’t a huge surprise as they had been struggling for a while and everyone had been putting forth extra effort hoping to help the company survive. After all the stress she’d been under, it almost came as a relief.

She was immediately offered a job by a competitor. She accepted on the condition that she could start work in the fall. She was burned out and wanted to do something different for a couple of months as a sort of reset. Now she just had to find the ‘something different.’

It didn’t take long.

She and her husband Brian were visiting her brother Pete and his wife Joy. Normally their neighbour Jacko is hanging around and flirts with Sarah, but he was currently rekindling with his wife Michelle. They have a very on-again, off-again relationship, an since Michelle hates Pete, Sarah doesn’t see Jacko much during the ‘on-again’ phase.

It appeared that Jacko’s spot as Pete’s main crony had been taken by Roy, a 400 pound guy who boards at a widow’s house two doors down. The last time Sarah saw Roy, she was jumping on a trampoline, and Roy now had a video on his phone of the moment her boobs sprang into view. He stored the video in an album called ‘Spank Bank’.

Roy owns a dump truck and was talking about the road building job he had been hired for.

“A construction company from out of town got a job down near The Hill. They’re hiring local trucks and a few equipment operators if you know anyone looking for work.”

“I’m actually looking for work for the summer.” replied Sarah.

“Have you ever operated heavy equipment?” Roy asked, his doubt obvious by his tone.

Pete laughed, “Our Grampy Dan owned a small construction company. We were operating heavy equipment before we learned to ride bikes.”

A couple of phone calls later Sarah was officially the operator of a 9-tonne vibratory roller.

Besides Roy she would know one other person on the job, Polly, a fiery, tattooed 22-year-old with a raspy voice and the vocabulary that would fit right in on a construction site. Polly was also topless on Roy’s trampoline video. She would be working traffic control.

The first two days there wasn’t much use for a roller operator, so Sarah spent most of her time off-road in a dozer building bullpens to store ditching material and other aggregate being excavated from the old road.

Since female equipment operators were still unicorns, she had plenty of visitors stopping by to scrutinize her abilities, none more than Roy.

Since he had gotten her the job, he was very anxious to make sure she didn’t make him look bad. When he got her the job his only consideration was seeing her more and hopefully seeing more of her body. With a limited number of dump trucks at this stage of the project, he was seeing her every 15 minutes.

She had learned the ropes on her grandfather’s 1960′ era relics, so she had to adapt to modern joystick controls, but this would be a smoother transition than switching in the opposite direction. Grandpa Dan had also reinforced the need for maintenance, which wasn’t lost on the guys who gathered at the end of the day to watch her bend, squat, and climb around the equipment to grease it.

The consensus was that she was ‘rusty, but has an obvious aptitude for equipment.’

On Wednesday she was finally on the roller and the summer settled into a routine of working sunrise to sunset. Since she lived between the jobsite and the motel that the crew was staying at, Sarah was picked up and dropped off every day.

She immediately noticed that unlike the dozer, this roller had no air conditioning. She left the doors latched open but was still a hot sweaty mess.

She noticed that a lot of the other operators had removed their t-shirts and were wearing their mesh reflective vests against their bare skin.

On her next trip by the porta potty, she went inside and removed her shirt and put the vest back on. Her bra was visible through the mesh and that was a problem. She didn’t own ‘comfortable’ bras, wearing either ‘good’ bras or none at all. This one provided lots of cleavage with a lacy front that hinted at the existence of areolas while not outright displaying them.

Once back inside of her roller, she felt relatively safe from exposure to passing motorists and coworkers. And best of all, she felt some relief from the heat. She eventually got so comfortable that she forgot all about her racy outfit and put her entire focus into her roller pattern.

At the end of the day she parked the roller, did her required maintenance, then grabbed her lunch can and headed for the crew van. She had to stoop to get through the side door and realized she was likely giving Vic, her seat mate, a downblouse view but when the entire van went quiet, she suddenly remembered there was no blouse to look down.

She looked at Vic and said, “Sorry, but it was hot.”

“You just have to dress for the weather, a lesson that you kahramanmaraş escort uh…” he looked at her chest and winked, “seemed to have learned already.”

The equipment operators traveling in this van were a fairly elderly bunch who seemed genuinely pleased to have a young lady join their trade.

Vic was a 72-year old grader operator who spoke with an Acadian accent. For the last 10 years he had told the company at the end of the summer that he was retiring, and each spring they would rediscover that top-notch grader operators were a rare commodity. He had ended up with 10 consecutive pay raises and everyone seemed happy with the arrangement.

As they dropped her off at home that night, she noticed that Gaston the excavator operator and designated van driver had shifted his rear-view mirror to keep her boobs in sight. She fixed him with a raised eyebrow, and he smiled bashfully in return.

On Thursday Sarah decided to wear a sports bra which had become a little more socially acceptable to wear in public. She hadn’t worn it before, the fit was poor and by 10 AM she was regretting her decision. Her breasts were pushed together into a mono boob and her cleavage was a sweaty mess. She eventually stopped by the porta potty and opted for a tank top with no bra.

She had planned on putting the sports bra back on for the drive home, but the effect of the vibratory drum on her unholstered tits kept her nipples in a constant state of arousal and in the end, she decided to be adventurous.

After greasing her roller, she headed toward the van. As she ducked to enter the door, she felt the neckline of her tank top gape down and worried that her display might have gone beyond teasing.

“Tabarnak!” Gaston exclaimed from the driver’s seat. “Vic has a pacemaker, you’re going to kill him.”

The van erupted in a chorus of chuckles as Vic patted Sarah’s thigh and declared, “At least I’d die happy.”

“Are we dropping you off, or are you coming to the pub?” Gaston asked Sarah as they approached her house.

“The pub?” she asked.

“Every Thursday the crew stops at a pub and Levi buys us a couple of rounds to celebrate a productive week.” replied Gaston, referring to the company foreman.

It had already been a 60-hour week and she still had one more 4:45 AM alarm to worry about, but she was also new to the crew and didn’t want to miss any of the team-building events. “Sure, let’s go.” she relented.

A ‘whoop’ went up in the van as all the other operators voiced their approval. The mood was a little bit ‘too’ excited, and she momentarily feared this was some sort of ‘new kid initiation’ before dismissing the thought.

She sent Brian a text with the change in plan and he agreed to pick her up later.

When they arrived at the pub everyone got out and removed their vests, leaving them behind in the van. This was a development that Sarah should have anticipated but hadn’t. Removing a bra from under a shirt is a cute parlor trick, but doing the reverse in a parking lot surrounded by co-workers seemed like an insurmountable challenge that she didn’t even attempt.

She hadn’t removed the vest in several hours, so she really couldn’t predict the condition of the tank-top underneath. Would hours of sweat and dust make it more transparent or less? Would the shirt hang limp and lifeless hiding her curves, or conform to her body like a second skin?

The answers were: more transparent and like a second skin.

Sarah walked with the guys across the dark parking lot with no issues. She guessed that there was a mild risk of exposure passing through the bright lights at the entrance before being enveloped by the dim pub lightning.

As soon as Vic held the door for open for her, she realized this wasn’t one of those dimly lit pubs. Her areolas instantly became visible like switching on a set of headlights, catching the attention of her co-workers.

If tonight’s pub visit was meant as a team-building exercise, Levi was going to owe her big-time.

Although everyone was smiling, her fellow operators didn’t actually acknowledge the display. They moved as a group through the room with more and more heads turning for a quick peek before she passed.

As she approached the group of booths filled by crew members who had arrived before them, Roy finally broke the silence. “Batman called. He received your signal.”

The group went quiet. It was one of those seminal moments where if she had glared at him or told him to ‘fuck off’, it would have made her breasts off-limits for the rest of the summer. Instead, she noticed Polly trying to stifle a laugh and Sarah snickered for half a second. That was all it took for the whole crew to burst out laughing…and for her boobs to no longer be taboo.

She slid into a booth between Vic and Josh, a middle-aged front-end loader operator while Roy and Gaston sat opposite them. She crossed her arms in front of her chest. It wasn’t going to be a practical pose all night, but kastamonu escort Sarah figured she’d hide the girls at least until the waitstaff brought some of the promised alcohol.

She took a quick look around and noticed that the guys had left just enough room so that there was one woman in each of the booths. Sarah suspected this wasn’t accidental.

When her first drink arrived, Sarah realized that squeezed in between Vic and Josh, her chest was likely only visible to her own booth, so she silently decided ‘que sera, Sarah’ and stopped hiding them.

Vic got very excited when he discovered Sarah had experience with her grandfather’s 1960’s era Galion grader, exclaiming, “Before the end of the summer, I’m going to get you running my new Cat.”

“Just remember, I’m not making this my new career, I’m only here for the summer.” she reminded.

“I’ve said ‘I’m only here for the summer’ since you were in high school, sweetheart.” Vic countered, “The money is good, and the grader operator doesn’t have to share a motel room. Just try it out.”

“You never offered to tutor me on the grader.” laughed Josh.

“Front-end loaders are where we hide knuckle draggers. I’m searching for an artiste.” quipped Vic as he blew a chef’s kiss.

During their two-drink happy hour, it seemed like everyone in the pub went out of their way to walk past this table on the way back from the restroom.

After the second drinks were delivered, Sarah texted to give Brian a 15-minute head-start. When he arrived, the crew were already outside milling around the vans. In the dark parking lot, Sarah’s exposure had faded into obscurity.

While the elderly equipment operators were ready to call it a night, some of the younger guys were still raring to go.

“We got more booze back at the motel if anyone’s up for a party.” declared Levi.

Linda, a 38-year-old married traffic controller accepted the invitation and left with Levi in the foreman’s pickup.

Polly climbed into one of the vans. “Come on Sarah, it’ll be fun.” she said, “You and Brian should both come.”

“This summer will be a marathon, not a sprint.” Sarah replied, “Maybe some other time. Text me when you get home.”

“Ok…mom!” Polly answered sarcastically with a smile.

“You good to drive?” Sarah had now turned her focus to Gaston.

“Sober for 12 years.” he replied proudly, “I was passing my drinks along to the Big Man.”

She now turned toward Roy, “Are you good to drive?”

“After last call, if the prettiest girl in the pub offers to take you home, you always say yes.” he answered and headed toward Brian’s pickup.

Roy climbed in the front riding shotgun and Sarah sat in the middle backseat while Brian drove.

They were only 3 minutes from Roy’s and driving on city streets, when Sarah unlatched her seat belt and leaned between the 2 front seats, resting her torso on the center console. She plugged a cord into a USB port under the radio, then she sat up.

Next, she reached into her pocket and grabbed her cellphone. Once again, she laid her upper body on the console and plugged her phone in to charge.

Sarah had enough charge to get home, but after a couple of days of flirting, she was in a mood to tease Roy.

She came forward a third time to search for a different channel on the satellite radio. As she leaned forward on the console, she discovered Roy’s hand, palm up and set her tank top clad breast into it.

“Anything you’d like to hear Roy?” she asked as she paused with her finger near the touchscreen.

The first time Roy touched her boob she had slapped his hand away. She hadn’t this time. He looked into her eyes and noticed her biting her lip. He gently started to massage her tit. “I’d like to hear ‘She Bangs.'” he replied, dripping in innuendo.

“I figured you for more of a 70’s guy.” she remarked as she felt her nipples stiffening. Roy must have felt it too, because he subtly changed his grip so he could run his thumb over them.

She stayed like this, scrolling through the channels, occasionally stopping to listen to a song before scrolling again, all while Roy mauled her right boob.

As Brian made the sharp turn onto Roy’s street, Sarah reached her hand toward the dash for balance. Roy took advantage of the sudden chaos to slide his right hand out from under her breast. He immediately inserted it through the arm hole of her tank top, feeling the bare flesh of her boob for the first time.

She changed channels again, catching ‘Fast Car’ mid-song. She locked eyes and asked, “You like that Roy?”

“I got a serious case of the feels right now.” he replied. As Tracy Chapman started building toward the chorus, Roy said “Here comes my favorite part.” then he gently rolled her nipple between his thumb and index finger.

As Brian pulled to the curb on front of Roy’s house, Roy removed his hand once again and got out. “Thanks for the drive.” he said turning and being rewarded with an impressive downblouse view kayseri escort as Sarah climbed headfirst into the vacated front seat.

“See you tomorrow co-worker.” Sarah said.

The next morning Sarah realized that she had never received a text from Polly.

[Well?] she sent.

Three dots appeared beside Polly’s name, then disappeared. The three dots came back, then once again went away. Finally, she replied with, [I’ll explain after work]

The crew picked Sarah up after breakfast. Expecting some awkwardness after the previous night, she was surprised when they serenaded her with the old Batman TV theme song, thus breaking the ice.

What followed was a surprisingly mundane workday. At 3 PM the out-of-town crew packed into the vans and headed home, while Sarah caught a ride with Polly.

“So…?” prompted Sarah.

“Let’s wait until we get back to your place.” Polly responded, “This story requires beer.”

After they arrived, Sarah went inside to use the washroom, then grabbed a couple of beer. When she went out to the pool patio, she found Polly had been joined by Linda.

“I saw Polly’s car and figured we were having another work party.” explained Linda.

As Polly was preparing to tell her story, they heard a large truck stop out front. Eventually Roy came through the side gate and lowered his bulk into a chair. “I saw the cars and figured we were having a work party.”

“So…?” Sarah once again prompted Polly.

“So…I went back to the motel with the guys last night, partied until after 1 AM, then went back to Kent’s room and stayed the night.” Polly began.

Sarah knew there was more to the story, so she made the hand gesture for Polly to continue.

“We were kinda making out, one thing led to another…”

“Doesn’t he share a room with Josh?” Roy interrupted, “Where was he during all this?”

“He was sleeping when we snuck in. After that…” Polly shrugged dismissively, “For all I know, he’s got a better video of me than you do.”

“Video?” asked Linda.

Roy pulled out his phone and immediately queued up the video without having to search for it. Apparently his ‘spank bank’ was an often-accessed album. Linda learned against him and together they watched the video of Sarah and Polly jumping topless on a trampoline.

“When everyone was staring at my tits last night, I half expected you to mention this video.” Sarah stated.

“Nah, this is for my own personal use.” Roy replied, emphasizing the word personal, “Jacko, Brandon, and now Linda are the only people to see it. Although I think Brandon has been bragging about it, because every teenager in the neighborhood has been pestering me to see it.”

“You went back to the motel too.” Sarah said to Linda, “Do you have a story?”

“Yadda, yadda, yadda…I screwed Levi.” she replied mater-of-factly.

“You’ll have to do better than that.” Polly chided.

“Three years ago, my marriage was kinda stale.” she started again, “These guys had another job over this way and Levi put the moves on me at one of these Thursday night pub visits.”

“I figured it was the end of my marriage.” Linda continued, “Turned out my husband is into that. The spark was re-lit in our marriage and the last three years we’ve lived off the memories of that summer. When Levi called to ask if I was available to work this summer, my husband encouraged me to say yes.”

“What other fetishes does your husband have for you?” Roy asked, “Inquiring minds want to know.”

“Well, you have the boobs of two of your co-workers on your phone, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you completed the set.” she said as she exposed her tits to him. Roy got out his phone and snapped the picture.

Linda produced her own phone. “Polly, could you take one for hubby?”

Linda left her tits exposed as she walked over to sit on Roy’s lap. He put one arm around her waist and moved the other to cup a breast. He then leaned down and ran his tongue across her nipple as Polly snapped the photo. Finally, he locked eyes with Sarah and raised an eyebrow.

Sarah interpreted Roy’s raised eyebrow as a challenge for her to one-up Linda, and it did trigger an irrational twinge of jealousy and anger. She wasn’t actually competing for the top spot in his ‘spank bank’, or at least that’s what she told herself. Also, for a guy whose belly hangs lower than his testicles, she thought he should be happy with the fact that he had fondled two different women’s boobs in the span of 18-hours.

Brian arrived home 2-hours later to find the 4 co-workers well on their way to drunkenness. He had a few drinks with them before Linda called her own husband to give them all a drive back to town.

“Is it going to be awkward when Roy and your husband meet?” Polly asked, referring to the photo.

“I haven’t sent it yet.” Linda responded. “My husband met Levi a couple of times before he found out we were messing around. The fact that they spoke like equals while Levi actually had carnal knowledge of his wife made it hotter for him.”

“So, you don’t want me dropping hints or demeaning him?” Roy asked for clarification.

“You don’t need to do anything special, just a normal conversation between dudes.” Linda instructed, “Then as you get out of the car, my husband gets a notification, checks his phone, and there’s you licking my nipple.”

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