Where the Hell is My Tapemeasure

“Jeanie,” her dad called, “Can you run these plans over to Mr. Austin?”I was on the job with my dad. It was summer, school was out and I had nothing else to do. All my friends were gone on vacation. Me, not so much. Truthfully, I wish school would start back sooner. I would be starting the tenth grade. A sophomore, I could hardly believe it. I took the tube of plans from my dad and started to walk them across the site. I  wasn’t on the payroll or anything like that. I was just helping my dad and to tell the truth, Mr. Austin was a total hunk. He wouldn’t notice me though. He was forty-six years old. I just turned sixteen two days ago. Jerry Austin, my dad’s boss, was single since going through a costly divorce last year. Dad talked about it over supper a lot. He had short blond hair and steely blue eyes that cut like a knife through my soul. When he looked at me, I went weak in the knees. I wouldn’t say this to anyone else but yo,  but he made my pussy feel funny too.  I tried, you know. My tight little tank tops, usually white and I wore a black bra under it. They really highlighted my B-cup breasts. Tight jeans, really too tight. I’ve been told that I have a nice ass. I don’t really know, you be the judge.  I just wanted him to notice me. If he did, then, well I don’t know really, what I would do. Today it was hot out, a Georgia summer, you know. I wore a pink tank top with Spaghetti Escort Sefaköy strings and a pair of loose-fitting cutoffs rolled up as far as I could get them. The legs fit very loosely, and since they were rolled up, the pockets hung out. I was not in a hurry, the day was almost over and it was time to start the cleanup. Most of the guys were leaving and dad was going to another job when he left here. I had my bicycle so I could go straight home.  I got to the foreman’s trailer as the last guy was leaving.“Bye Mr. Tommy,“ I waved. “Bye Jeanie,” he answered with a smile.I opened the door to the trailer and the air conditioning shocked me. I could feel goosebumps on my sweaty skin, and I felt my nipples tighten under my little bra. Mr. Austin was on the phone but waved me in with a friendly smile. I walked over and put the plastic tube on his desk and turned to leave. “Hold up a second Jeanie,” he said, motioning for me to have a seat. He turned his attention back to his call and I climbed up on a James Hardie swivel stool. It was cold on the backs of my thighs.  I looked out the window and saw my dad’s truck bouncing out of the driveway. He was always the last to leave. No one around but me and Mr. Austin now.My knees were apart and my hands clutched the stool between my thighs.  I turned the seat back and forth as I waited. Looking around Yenibosna escort bayan the room at all the gear hanging on the walls, I missed Mr. Austin’s eyes on my legs.  When I did notice, my heart just stopped. No really, it stopped. I drew a quick breath and nearly fainted. The shorts hung loosely around my thighs and he was getting a peek at my panties I was sure. Well, that was what I wanted, he was looking at me. I had to remember to breathe. If he wanted to look, well, I would let him. I innocently pulled one of my feet up on the stool, then the other, crossing them. In this position, my knees were at my chest and my crotch was more exposed. I looked around the room and then back at him. His eyes were still locked. I dropped my knees to both sides, giving him maximum visible access. I continued turning back and forth and faked a yawn, stretching my arms over my head and arching my back. The stupidest thing went through my mind. I wished I had not worn panties. Panties. Dropping my hands to my lap I spun the stool a little further. I stopped with my back to him as if to look out the window. His phone call was about done so I snuck my hand to my crotch and pulled them to the side. My panties.  After a few seconds of coaching my nerves to settle, I slowly spun back around. I don’t know how much he could see. Maybe nothing. It could Halkalı escort have been everything. I know he smiled. “Jeanie,” he smiled again, “You’ve been out here all summer.”“Yes sir,” I fidgeted on the stool.  “I have been watching you,” he said.“Me?”“You are a good worker, and you keep the guy’s morale up,” he said.“Me?”He laughed, “Yeah you,” he stood up from his chair and walked to the front of his desk and leaned on it, crossing his feet. “I was just thinking about how you haven’t been paid. You know, since you started.”“Oh, Mr. Austin,” I said, “I’m just helping out. And as long as I can keep the guys’ thing up,” I blushed, “You know, moral.”He nearly doubled over laughing, “I knew what you meant,” he struggled to say, chuckling, “But you’ve probably kept some of the other up too.”It was my turn to laugh at myself, “I don’t know,” I said, “But maybe. I hope so anyway. ““Really?” Mr. Austin, said in mock surprise, “I’m surprised at you.”“Surprised, at me? Weren’t you looking up my shorts just now?”“I guess, you caught me,” he held his palms up, “But you pulled your panties to the side, not me.”“Well,” I said with a laugh, “Did it get your moral thing up?”With a laugh, he shook his head in his palm, “It got my thing up, and my moral.”“Yay,” I said, putting my fists up. “But you do know the old saying, right?” He teased, “If you wake him up, then you have to put him back to sleep.”“Well,” I conceded, “A girl has to do, what a girl has to do.”I surprised myself and him by pulling my tank top over my head, dropping it on the drafting table. My little bra was next. I was a late bloomer. My breasts amounted to a couple of puffy nipples and a couple of lemon size B-cup breasts.