I couldn’t concentrate. I sat at work and stared at my computer but nothing I looked at was comprehended. Just lines on the screen. Fact was I hadn’t been able to concentrate since yesterday afternoon when I was so sure somebody, the bulldozer driver to be specific, had been standing in my bathroom doorway watching me in the shower. At least that’s what my mind kept telling me. He had to have been there!

I replayed what I thought I saw: the shadow of the door seeming larger than it should then suddenly movement, as if something had left the bathroom. I suppose I could have imagined it, wanting it too badly. That’s right. I couldn’t lie to myself. The very idea of the dozer driver, with his gritty ruggedness, his grungy clothes, and his exploring eyes watching me through the shower glass made me so hot that I shifted in my chair to fight my discomfort. Then, as I pondered whether the dozer driver jacked-off while watching me shower or when he got home, I got that familiar ache, that need to feel a cock inside of me. I allowed myself to wonder if he even fucked his wife or girlfriend that night and my image popped in his head, even for a moment, right before he came. At this point I was wondering if I needed to go to the office bathroom, lock a stall door, and just rub a quick orgasm out so I could focus! Unfortunately one of my co-workers came into my office area and required that I focus for the rest of the morning.

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I pulled into the drive and saw the dozer sitting idly at the far end of the yard. Odd, I thought. I could tell that the work was basically done but I didn’t understand why the bulldozer had not been loaded on the truck and gone by now. I guessed that maybe he was somewhere around the dozer or his truck and trailer preparing to leave. I walked into my kitchen, glanced through the windows, but saw no sign of the driver. Shrugging off my curiosity I went to my bedroom, started changing into my workout gear when I heard footsteps in my backyard through the sliding doors in my bedroom. It was unmistakable. This time I knew for certain that someone was there and it wasn’t my mind playing tricks on me. I felt my heart skip and my breathing grew heavy. I was trying to decide whether to let the dozer driver know I could hear him or if I wanted to play along with the charade of him peeping on me while giving him a show.

With my sports bra in one hand and my workout shorts in the other, I decided to dress in front of the sliding screen door. I walked over and stood in front of it, glancing to see if I could see the dozer driver. I didn’t and, in fact, I didn’t hear anything either. He had definitely stopped, frozen in his tracks. I pulled my shorts up my legs, slowly, bending so that my ass faced the screen door. I heard movement outside. I tugged the shorts up over my naked ass because there was no way I was going to wear a thong or panties during this little show. I slowly turned pretending not to notice the shadowed outline of his frame through the sliding doors. I bent down to pick up my sports bra and let my tits sway before standing up again. My heart was racing! I could actually hear my heart pumping in my ears. I felt my palms get sweaty.

I squealed when I heard the man clear his throat.

“Don’t be scared!” he said quickly, calming me. I don’t know why I shrilled when he did that. Maybe my body was just on high alert. “I’m not gonna’ hurt yuh none!” he said.

“It’s okay,” I said covering my tits instinctively. Composing myself I said, “how…how long have you been there?!”

“I was just walking by,” he said. But his eyes betrayed him and his grin told his secrets too loudly. I felt my own smile betray me as well. “I was just looking and, if you don’t mind me sayin,’ you’re about as sexy a woman as I’ve ever seen.”

I actually felt myself blush. Stupid, I know. But I did and then my smile really failed to hide my secrets. “I’m glad you like what you see,” I said throwing my sports bra aside and putting my hands on my hips.

“Damn you’re beautiful,” he said.

Gaining my confidence I said, “Now you can’t see so well through that screen door, can you?”

“No, ma’am, I suppose I can’t.”

I walked closer to the door and his face became clearer. His eyes were wide and wanting. He seemed nervous but eager. I felt my pussy swell and my ache grew heavy inside. His eyes darted between my tits and my eyes. I had complete control and I slowly slid the screen door open.

“Can you see them better now?” I said putting them inches from his face, which was easy since my bedroom floor was three steps higher than where he stood. He was basically looking up at me and he just nodded in response to my question. “Come closer,” I said. He climbed the three steps and was now face-to-face with me. I could smell the diesel fuel and dirt from his yard work. I could hear him breathing heavy with anxiety.

I had to know the answer to the question that had haunted me since yesterday, so I thought now was my chance. “Were you in my bathroom yesterday,” I whispered while running a finger down his chest and stomach.  He nodded.

“Did you like what you saw?”  He smiled widely and nodded. My fingers stopped at his belt buckle.

“Did you jack on that cock while watching me?” Both my hands took hold of his buckle, undid it and unsnapped his denims.

“Not enough time,” he said. “But you sure made me hard.” I smiled and looked him directly in the eyes.

“I bet I can make you smile again,” I said unzipping his pants and running my thumb along the belt line before tugging the jeans off his ass and down to his knees. His cock sprung from his body, thickening, bouncing with his heart beat. He had a gorgeous cock in that it was curved upright towards his stomach and long enough for my whole hand to wrap around it leaving the tip exposed. He moaned when I put my hand on his erection.

“Do you want me to make you smile again?” I said while softly stroking his cock.

“I sure do,” he said with a nervous catch in his words.

I dropped to my knees and firmly planted them in my bedroom carpeting while the dozer driver spread his feet further apart and balanced himself on the top landing of the steps leading to my bedroom. I leaned forward and placed my lips on the tip of his salty cock. He moaned. I smiled full of power. And then I slowly slid my mouth down the length of his cock until it was entirely inside my throat. I held it there while he groaned and impulsively flexed his cock inside my mouth. I pulled back…then did it again.

Already I could taste his pre-cum and I decided that he was going to really smile within a few short minutes. I wrapped my fingers around his thick cock and loosely gripped it with my mouth only on the cock tip. My head bobbed in time with my strokes of his cock. “Fuck!” he’d groan and his moaning was louder every time I took his whole cock into my throat.

I felt him bend his knees and move closer to me. A sure sign that he was close. He grabbed the back of my head, ran his fingers through my hair, and gently pushed my head towards his hips while he pumped his cock inside my mouth. I let him fuck my mouth like it was my pussy, which was throbbing and soaked. I had already given up on the idea that I was going to get to fuck the dozer driver, but he was not leaving my home without an orgasm if I had anything to do with it. Actually…I had everything to do with it.

“Oh my god!” I heard him moan and felt his body freeze, uncertain as to whether he could hold on any longer or if maybe he could fuck my mouth just a little longer. But he wasn’t in charge here. I was! So I used my free hand to wrap around his tightened nuts and tickled them with my finger nails while bobbing hard against his cock. The first pulse from his cock filled my throat before I pulled my mouth off and jerked his cock with my fist as fast as I could.

“Cum on my tits, baby!” I moaned while jacking his cock. His cum continued to explode from his cock and he groaned, with one hand still in my hair. His knees buckled each time his cock convulsed.

When his orgasm subsided, I looked up at him. His smile was as big as I’d ever seen on a man. Success!