Early that evening, Hailey was watching a movie with Brian. Her father and mother were both gone until later that night. Brian's friend and Hailey's main interest, Justin, had said he would be over around six or seven, but he hadn't shown yet.
A little after seven, the doorbell rang. Hailey jumped up to answer it, being sure it was Justin at the door. She was at least partially right. It was Justin but he also had his friend George with him, who had somehow managed not to leave when his parents did. Although she wasn't exactly dressed for the mall, no bra, shorts, and an old shirt of her father's with the top buttons undone, she ignored Brian's suggestion that she change, opting instead to do as Justin suggested and stay the way she was.
Justin, knowing that Hailey, although among three males, would prefer to be wearing even less than she was, pushed her to undo even more buttons. Brian kept his mouth shut, neither offering encouragement nor objection. Hailey did a couple more buttons, to everyone's delight. But she really captured their attention when she began to tell about the neighbor over back who had her on camera.
"No shit?" Justin exclaimed, his eyes lighting up. "You been modeling for one of the neighbors?"
"No," Hailey explained matter-of-factly, "he has an internet-type camera, mounted on his rooftop."
"I can't believe you never told me about this," Brian exclaimed. Hailey ignored Brian's rebuke.
"And it is pointed at your backyard?" George, Justin's friend, excitedly asked.
"Well yeah, that too," she allowed, "But he seems to be able to aim it and zoom it, which means he can see right into my bedroom window, even see me in bed."
Three pairs of shorts suddenly took on the appearance of tents as they imagined what that might entail. "I'm guessing that you don't usually close your curtains," Justin boldly suggested.
Hailey made it clear that she didn't think she really needed to. "There is just the backyard out there, and it's fenced in and has a yard light. His house is hidden by the fence."
"Except for the rooftop," Brian noted.
"Right," she acknowledged, "Except for the rooftop."
"Which has a camera mounted on it," Justin unnecessarily added.
"I, of course, was unaware that I was being watched until one night when I was babysitting for him," Hailey said, explaining how she had happened onto this knowledge.
Brian interrupted, "Harold, the guy you babysit for?"
"Uh yeah, but let me finish telling it!" Hailey snapped, then continued, "I got to snooping and turned on his computer. In the browser history, there was a number type web site listed several times, so I clicked on it, and 'wa la' - there it was, a close-up shot of my bedroom."
"Holy shit," George exclaimed, "You mean he was even watching while you were getting ready to be his babysitter?"
"Yeah, well that's what I thought too," she said, "But then I looked at the date stamp on the history entries and found that no, nothing that day." She looked at their faces. They were obviously wanting for her to continue. "The times were all evening and on nights when his wife was probably working," she added.
Justin quickly remarked, "Makes sense, he probably couldn't see anything unless it was dark and you had your lights on."
Brian took his time adding, "Yeah and I doubt he would have wanted his wife to know he was lusting after the babysitter."
Hailey blushed at that remark but merely replied, "Well I don't know about the lusting part, but yeah, I'm pretty sure his wife doesn't know anything about what he is doing while she's working."
"I suspect that's true," Justin concurred, and then, grabbing his crotch, asked, "So did he get to see anything?"
"Since I didn't know he was watching before that night, I really don't know," she replied, but then allowed, "However, I can guess that he at least saw me in my underwear or dressed like I am now..." The guys were hanging on her every word. "...but probably even less when I was getting ready for bed."
"So he might have even seen you naked?" Brian asked in a manner denying his interest.
Hailey probably knew better than Brian what he wanted her answer to be. Stirring the pot, she teasingly replied, "I would certainly think so. I mean, like once I go into my room for the night, I stop thinking about how I'm dressed." She really poured it on. "It is possible I was stretched out on the bed in just my panties, reading or watching television. And sometimes I do stand in the window and look out at the pool and backyard. Not unusual for me to do that in bra and panties." She studied Brian's face before continuing. "And there might have even been a few times when it was just panties - no bra."
Brian, Justin, and George were certainly gawking now but still trying to appear nonchalant. "But all of that was before you knew you were being watched. What about after? What'd you do? You had to have been pretty pissed," George remarked.
"Oh, I was pissed alright. Kept my drapes closed for the next couple of nights - although his wife was home both of those nights, so he probably wasn't watching anyway."
"And..." Justin prompted,
"Well, I kept thinking about it. I mean, like I was really pissed at first, but the more I thought about it, the more I got to thinking it was okay." Hailey looked from Justin to Brian as she said that last part.
Brian and Justin had certainly guessed that Hailey enjoyed showing off as much as they enjoyed her doing so. Both were, however, a little slow to realize that she was actually admitting it, especially in front of George. "Okay?" Brian asked. "You mean him secretly watching you? You thought that was okay?"
At this point, Justin was just watching Hailey and Brian. He wanted to know, just like Hailey, what Brian really thought about Hailey's willingness to show off a little. She explained, "Well, he wouldn't have been looking if he hadn't liked what he was seeing. And it's not like his wife is ugly or anything like that - actually she's pretty damn good looking - but he was still watching me." She focused on Brian's reaction as she said, "I thought maybe I should be flattered instead of mad."
"Flattered?" Brian asked, having heard her admission. "You mean you really do like guys drooling over you?"
"Uh yeah. Actually, I do... kind of."
They'd all heard her admit to it. "Okay, so what next, you called him and invited him over?" George sarcastically suggested.
"Don't be a smart ass," Hailey snapped. She did know that Brian and Justin got really turned on when she was braless, and not just around them, but around other guys as well, especially if her bare nipples were poking out of her blouse or T-shirt like they were that night.
Brian was wrestling with the fact that Hailey's antics did get him turned on. He still wasn't ready to admit it though. "So let me guess then," he began slowly, "You opened your drapes, giving him the opportunity to watch again."
Hailey was exercising caution as well, allowing, "Yeah, well that's just about correct, but it wasn't all that much at first. For a couple of days at least, the only time the drapes were open and the lights on, I was wearing a blouse and shorts. Not much different than if he'd been watching me at the mall."
Justin didn't have the patience for the cat and mouse games and blurted out, "Only it didn't stay that way, or you wouldn't be telling us about it."
"You're right," she agreed with Justin, "It didn't stay that way. Daddy was out of town and Brian, you were off visiting your folks - I laid out by the pool in a really skimpy bikini. And then, after Harold's wife went to work - not much sun left anyway - I went to my room and pretended to read some magazines, only I didn't change out of the bikini, least not till it was time to eat."
Brian's interest was growing, at least if the tent in his pants was any indication. "The bikini. Anything I've seen?" he questioned, excitedly.
"Yeah, that string thing I wore down at the lake - the one that hardly covers anything at all," Hailey disclosed.
"Oh yeah, I heard about that," George squealed. "Justin told me the guys were hard for a week after that. I mean that neighbor of yours must have thought he'd died and gone to heaven - him watching you parading around your room in that two pieces of nothing."
No one was pretending to be bashful anymore. Hailey looked at Brian and Justin. "You've both been pushing me to do things that turn you guys on, but in case you haven't noticed, I enjoy it as much as you. I do want you to understand, though, this business with the neighbor and his camera, really is my first time to do it on my own - on purpose at least - and I really am liking it."
"And I think it's fun hearing about it," Brian admitted. He was clearly turned on and having Justin and George there to share in the excitement made it all the better. "So how much did he get to see?" Brian asked, his eyes wide with excitement.
"Well that night, not much more," Hailey admitted somewhat sheepishly, knowing this was not what Brian or his horny friends wanted to hear, "After dinner I closed the drapes." Her eyes sparkled with excitement though when she added, "The next night I had them open again, only by the time it got dark enough to have the light on, I was at the dressing table, in nothing but my bra and panties."
"Jesus!" Justin exclaimed, "You know I don't usually like you wearing a bra, but when it and a pair of panties is all you're wearing, well that really is hot as hell, especially if you know someone is watching."
"You think so, huh?" Hailey asked rhetorically, a mischievous grin spreading across her face as she recalled dancing in just a shirt, no panties, with him and George, earlier in the day.
"Oh shit, yeah," Justin affirmed, pausing momentarily, as wild thoughts of earlier that day also churned through his head. He carefully asked, "Do you think he might be watching right now?"
"He might be," Hailey replied. "His wife is working tonight, but if he is, he's wasting his time - my bedroom is dark and of course, I'm out here where we've got the drapes closed."
George had pulled out his smartphone and was busy checking some things. Eventually, he said, "I can see that his wifi is active, that is if I'm looking at the right one. It is almost as strong as yours," he said, referring to the wifi at Hailey's house, "and is labeled 'poopsy'."
"Oh hell yes," Hailey screamed, "That is it. Poopsy is his dog's name. Can you tell if he's got the camera on?"