When I got back from work the bulldozer had already started tearing up our yard. The man at the controls of the dozer had a strong, sun-baked face and his sleeveless shirt showed off his lean muscles every time he pulled a lever to control the massive piece of machinery. He smiled and nodded as I walked to the mailbox then back into the house. I felt him watching me the whole way. And I liked the attention.

I glanced outside from time-to-time just to see how work was progressing though I didn’t really know what I was looking at. I just had a general idea of where the new drive would go and the new garage and the other things we had wanted added to the work. As far as I could tell, everything looked good.

Two o’clock was on me before I knew it and I had to get my workout in. I changed into my running shorts and my favorite sports bra and gray tank. I threw my tank, like I usually did, after my workout and when I was doing my cool-down stretching. I had the strangest feeling of being watched, which was ridiculous since I could still hear the dozer idling outside. I glanced towards the kitchen window before heading to the bedroom and then to take a shower. I had to look long at the kitchen window thinking I had seen something when I first looked. What was that?! I stared. Held my breath. Waiting. Nothing. Just my mind playing tricks post-workout.

I threw my sweaty clothes in the hamper beside the bathroom and walked around my bedroom naked just like I always do. It occurred to me that I never really had to think about somebody seeing me because Jay and I lived so far out in the country and there were no neighbors in sight-lines for  a mile in any direction. But now, with all the construction going on, I knew I should think twice about that. I thought about it, but fuck it! Let them see me naked! It kind of turned me on knowing that one of the construction guys might get an eye full of my naked body then either wank off on the drive home or fuck their old lady hard when he got home because I’d made him horny. So I chose not to bother closing curtains and went about readying for the shower.

About half way through my shower I had this strange feeling…like someone was watching me. Again! I knew it was silly, impossible. I could still hear the rumbling of the bulldozer over the spray of the shower. But I couldn’t shake the feeling, the sensation that someone could see me. That somebody was watching me.

“Who’s there?!” I said feeling both terrified and thrilled. There was only one person that it could possibly be, and that was the man on the dozer. There was no response. I listened breathlessly, and I couldn’t move. I squinted my eyes and tried to see through the frosted glass of my shower doors. I couldn’t make out anything obvious. I could see the blackened outline of the door and could sort of make out where my curler and hair dryer were on the cabinet, but I couldn’t say that I saw anyone. Admittedly the door seemed…larger…than it should’ve been but I didn’t think it could be the man driving the dozer. Ridiculous!

I actually liked the idea that the dozer guy might have sneaked into my bathroom, though I’m sure it would seem really creepy if it were true. I wondered what I would do if he was in the room. If he were in the room, then I’d definitely be more dramatic with everything I was doing, more “showy.” So I pressed my tits against the glass while shampooing and conditioning my hair. I moaned pretending it was orgasmic, like in those stupid shampoo commercials. The glass touching my tits made my nipples hard as rocks and I imagined if someone were watching it would be quite a show. As I shaved my legs I pressed my ass against the glass and moved it around a lot. If someone had been watching they would’ve been able to see my cheeks and the hint of what they really wanted. And as I soaped my body I made sure I pressed different parts against the glass: my arms, my tits, my legs, my ass.  All of it! I knew it was a silly fantasy but the idea that dozer driver was in the bathroom pumping his cock looking at me through the frosted glass was an immense turn-on and I decided that maybe one day I might invite him, or one of the construction workers in to simply watch…and masturbate while I showered.

I let out a squeal and jumped when I thought I heard something in the bathroom. I froze! I glared through the glass again. Surely my mind was playing tricks on me but I was certain that the door’s mass moved and was suddenly smaller.

“Is someone there?!” I said in a panic. “Hello?!” Silence. I turned of my shower and listened for any sign that someone was there.  But I heard nothing. My heart was pounding in my chest and I had been holding my breath the entire time. Finally I exhaled. As I slid the shower door open I heard the bulldozer engine rev and then the clanking of the wheels churning, tearing at my yard. I shook the idea that the dozer driver had actually been in my bathroom. But, to be honest, I didn’t remember the small clumps of mud that were laying on the carpet in my bedroom and at the edge of my bathroom floor tiling when I started my shower. My throat tightened as the bulldozer roared louder in my yard, aggressively tearing at the soft turf, churning fragile seeds.