"Hey Spence. Can you get that for me?" Ashley asked pointing down to the box of sticky tacks. She was on a ladder trying to hang up this huge banner.

"Yeah. I got it." I walked over to her, grabbed the tacks, and handed it to her.

"Thank you." She smiled.

"No problem."

Ashley was wearing a skirt today and being right under her, while she's on a ladder up high, is not such a good idea. Well it is depending on how you look at it. And right now, I'm looking at Ashley. How can I not. She's hot. I had a pretty good view, not even bending over. I couldn't see all the way up, but it was really close. With every move her skirt rid up a little, exposing her beautifully tanned thighs. I guess she was trying to put the banner up higher, because she climbed up one step and streched up even farther. Oh snap, crackle, pop. Now, I could see perfectly ALL the way up Ashley's skirt. And what a sight it was. She was wearing a sexy, red, lacey thong. I could feel the tension builting up inside of me. I'm almost sure that I'm drooling right now.

"Spencer? Spencer? Spencer!"

"Huh?" I was snapped out of my daze.

"Give my that other poster, so I can put it here while I'm at it."

"Oh, ok." I did as I was told. While she was hanging that up, I could see her giving my side glances. "What?"

"I'm not dumb."

"What do you mean, Ash?"

"I see what you're doing."

"And what might that be?" Oh, shit. I hope I'm not caught.

"You're looking up my skirt, you naughty girl." Yup. She caught me. I could feel my face get hot.

"Sorry." She laughed at me.

"Don't be. I know, I'm sexy as hell. Don't deny it."