Grave Digger Shannon

Shannon was a bit sleepy as she yawned in the car. She was driving to her job as a grave digger for the local cemetery. She's had this job for roughly 8 months now and was a pretty sweet gig. Of course, the holes weren't dug by hand, it's not the 1800's anymore. She had machinery to do all the hard work for her. Which was a relief considering that she's 5'4". Not that she was short by any means, but the notion of digging a six foot hole by hand would've been challenging to say the least. Although, she wouldn't be adverse to manual labor as she loved being outside getting her hands dirty. Often her days off were spent in the garden or doing yard work outside of the house. Shannon then drove into the parking lot as she saw Mr. Bennet smoking a cigarette outside of the building.

"What's up, Mr. B?" Said Shannon as she stepped out of the car.

Mr. Bennet took another puff of his cigarette before dropping it onto the ground and stepping on it.

"So listen. I've got 3 holes that need to be dug today."

It usually takes 4-5 hours to dig one hole, and the cemetery usunally never exceeded two a day. Shannon was only slated for an eight hour shift, but she was always eager to take on overtime for the extra money.

"Alright, I got ya. I need the extra money anyway."

"Here's the thing, young lady. I don't have the funds to pay you overtime this week. So I'll be working the compact excavator while you dig your hole with a shovel."

Now Mr. Bennet was a burley man, roughly standing at 6'3". It would make more sense for him to use the shovel while she used the excavator.

"I know whacha thinkn', and I agree I can shovel a lot faster than you. However, the two holes I'll be digging are near the front office, where I can watch incoming customers. Your hole is on the slope in the back."

"The same slope in the slightly wooded area, are you crazy?"

"I ain't crazy. You'll see a stake in the ground for where I want you to dig."

"But we haven't dug a grave back there since I started! Why now all the sudden?!"

"In truth, the soil is pretty shoddy back there, but the family paying of the grave couldn't afford anything better so that's what I offered them."

Perhaps this situation wouldn't be so bad for the 23 year-old. She would have the birds chirping in the trees and the squirrels scurrying about while she enjoyed the fresh woodland air. She would be able to work in peace and tranquility -- heck, it probably wouldn't feel like work at all.

"Making a lady dig a hole by hand, such a gentlemen."

"Buy yourself a soda, kid. It's gonna be a tough day digging your first grave by hand." Said Mr. Bennet as he handed her a $5 bill. "Oh, and try to lose the sass."

Shannon playfully stuck her tongue out as she made her way into the reception area to grab herself a Dr. Pepper and some Fritos. She stuffed the two in her pockets as she punched herself in on the time clock. As a point of clarification, her outfit was a one-piece work suit with extra large pockets; perfect for stuffing tools into or some snacks (she usually elected for the latter). The work suit was dark blue with long pant legs and long sleeves on top. It covered everything except for her hands and face. While walking to the toolshed, Shannon grabbed a scrunchie out of her other pocket and tied her hair back in a ponytail. She then opened up the tool shed and began scanning the space for said shovel.

"Ugh, this tool shed looks like it hasn't been cleaned in years. Mr. B really needs to take care of this already. That shovel could be anywhere."

It took about five minutes before she realized it was crammed behind the lawn mower. She then positioned herself behind the lawn mower to pull the shovel out.

"Wow! This thing has seen better days."

The shovel itself was rusting and the handle was beat up to all the hell. Besides the aesthetics, though, it still seemed like it should get the job done. And at the end of the day, that's all Shannon really cared about. After exiting the shed she threw the shovel over her shoulder to make her way towards the back of the cemetery. It was a bit of a trek, but after 12 minutes she reached the wooded area. She took a look back at the main office, realizing it was about a half-mile away.

"I never realized how big this place is. I'm usually excavating graves near the front of the property."

Shannon proceeded 20-25 feet into the wooded area before reaching a stake in the ground. It was Mr. Bennet's clue that the grave was going to be dug here.

"Really? Out here? I don't see any other graves around here."

She perused the area to see if she could identify any other graves in the vicinity. Sure enough, she found a couple of hedge stones not too far away.

"1668...1712...1691. It looks like this end hasn't been used for centuries now. That explains all the vegetation back here."

Shannon's gandering had eaten up enough of her time, she now was ready to start digging that hole. She removed the stake from the ground and plunged the shovel into the dirt. Given that the area was slopping downward ever so slightly, Shannon had to dig the hole in smaller sections. This precautionary measure would prevent soil erosion and make things progress more smoothly. This process was not without its troubles, however, as the young girl would have to stop every so often to remove a rock. Two hours had passed in a flash with Shannon hitting the two feet mark.

"Whew! I need a break."

Shannon jumped out of the hole and plopped her butt on a nearby stump.

"If I keep up this pace, I could have this hole dug in six hours. Maybe Mr. B will allow me to go home early."

The girl sipped on her Dr. Pepper as she peered over at Mr. Bennet using the excavator. While he was illuminated perfectly in the sunlight, Shannon was surrounded by the shadows of the woods. In fact, there was so much vegetation and trees around her that she guessed that Mr. Bennet couldn't see her from his vantage point. Despite being in the shaded area, she felt extremely hot. All her muscles were scorching after the intense workout she just gave them.

"Gosh, it be great if I were by a pool right now. I could take a quick dip to cool off."

She fanned herself with her hand for a moment before contemplating something quite bizarre.

"I'm pretty sure no one can see me back here." She said as she scanned the area. "Maybe I could pull my one-piece down to my waist to cool off for a bit."

Given that she was weary and not properly hydrated, she unbuttoned her work suit to her navel and pulled her arms out of her sleeves. She then tied the sleeves around her waist as she felt the fresh air hit her back.

"Ah, that's better."

Shannon was wearing a simple black bra that she picked up from a local retailer. It was nothing out of the ordinary, but she always liked the way it made her boobs look -- more curvaceous and bouncy. She was a solid C-cup on her own, but with this bra it gave the appearance of a D-Cup (which she liked). She continued sitting there in her bra and jumpsuit for about ten minutes, before deciding it was time to hit the grindstone again. She motioned to untie her sleeves so that she could put her arms back in...but then she said,

"You know, what's the harm in me working like this? My boobs are still covered, and no one can see me back here."

Shannon reasoning was sound. Mr. Bennet was far too busy to venture back here to check on her progress, and it would be highly unlikely for a relative of someone who died in the 1700s to visit their ancestors grave. So the young girl got back to work with her mind at ease that all was gonna be alright. The second two hours were more of a slog than the first two. The dirt was more compact in this layer with more rocks to boot. If she hadn't relieved herself of the top portion of her work suit, she's certain she would've experienced headaches by now.

"Whew! Another two hours down. Let me check my progress."

Shannon climbed out of the hole and used the shovel to check her progress. Mr. Bennet had cut notches into the shovel to mark two and four feet marks. And with the shovel being six feet tall, it was the perfectly designed for digging graves.

"Dang. I'm a couple inches short of four feet. Looks like my pace has slowed down."

This was understandable. The girl's muscles were starting to ache from the intense labor. She proceeded to sit down on the same stump as earlier to rest up before her next section.

"Even with my work suit half way off, I'm still burning up. Gosh! What I'd kill for a fresh dip in a swimming pool right now."

Shannon took a swig of her Dr. Pepper as she cracked open the bag of Fritos. She was so famished that she scarfed the chips down in two-minutes flat. While licking her fingers she wondered if there was a stream in the vicinity for her to wash her hands. She decided to venture off from the hole to see if this was the case.

"Yes! I knew there had to be one around here."

She immediately bent down next to the stream and plunged her hands into the water.

"It's so cold. It feels fantastic."

She proceeded to cup her hands and splash the water in her face, washing away the sweat that had built up. She even used her wet hands to spread the water on the back of her neck and on her arms. Shannon was positively delighted by this rejuvenating feeling. It made her forget about the soreness in her muscles. Her weariness was but an afterthought as she basked in the cool liquid. Still...there was something unpleasant about this situation.

"Ugh, my legs are sweltering in this suit."

Shannon clutched onto the hems of her pants and gyrated them around to increase the air flow.

"This is not cutting it." She said with exasperation. "If I could just spread some water on my legs I'd be perfect.

Surely she wasn't about to take off her work suit to apply said water. Yet as soon as she conjured up this idea, she couldn't remove it from her mind. The truth of the matter was that there was no one in these woods. "No one would be crazy enough to venture this far into a cemetery." She thought. Aside from this, what was the harm in taking off her work suit. She would still be wearing her bra and panties -- which wasn't much different from her attire at a swimming pool. Sure, the material wasn't identical, but an equal amount of skin would still be on display.

"So who cares!"

Shannon grabbed onto the two sleeves of her suit that she had tied and loosened the up. Once the knot was undone, she stuck her thumbs inside the waist of her suit and dropped it down to her ankles. She was now standing in the wooded area with her suit pooled around her ankles -- only her bra and panties protected her body. Not wanting to get her feet dirty, she meticulously pulled the suit past her shoes. It looked a bit silly, particularly as she hopped on one foot while doing so. She couldn't help but notice how bouncy her breasts were in the midst of this process. The sensuous display would've been quite the treat to an unsuspecting passerby...but Shannon knew she had this tranquil spot all to herself.

"There we go. That already feels so much better."

Shannon found a nearby branch to place the suit as she gleefully hopped her way back to the water. She wetted her hands once again before gliding them up and down her legs. The movement flowed so perfectly that it looked like the beginnings of a dance routine. Her hands percolated up her legs, finishing up at the very bottom of her rear end. She then placed them on the small amount of cleavage that was showing before placing them on her hips.

"Well, then. That was a nice respite. But I really ought to get back to work."

Shannon made her way back to her work suit to grab it off of the branch. Prior to putting it on, she noticed that it was covered in sweat from her four hours of laborious work.

"Eww, this would be like putting on clothes that you already threw in the laundry basket. I really wish I had a spare pair."

Shannon didn't have a spare pair with her, and even if she did, she'd have to make her way all the way back to her car. This, along with getting dressed would seriously jeopardize her chances of finishing this hole today.

"I could just let it air out here while I work on the hole..."

She really hadn't thought this through. It was a gut instinct that made a lot of sense in the moment, but had the potential to backfire. But what she said next was truly bizarre. It would up the ante to a whole new level.

"Better yet! I could rinse my suit in the stream and let it dry on the branch while I work. That way it'll be sweat free when I'm done with my shift."

Shannon had no idea how long it took for laundry to dry outside, but she figured four hours would be plenty of time. With that, she did exactly as she intended. After affixing the dripping suit onto the branch, she finally decided to get back to work. But this time, she'd be working in just her undergarments. Upon reaching her shovel, she scanned the cemetery to see what Mr. B was up to. The middle-aged man was still operating the excavator in earnest. It looked like he was done with the first hole and was making good progress on the second.

"Well, now, I can't let that dunderhead beat me." Said Shannon as she hopped into the hole.

Work proceeded smoothly after Shannon's invigorating experience. She entered her second wind, allowing her to match the pace she was going at in the morning. Even though the ground was getting tougher, her vigor allowed her to maintain an efficient pace. Ironically enough, the one thing that slowed her down (which wasn't a problem this morning), was the sight of her bouncing breasts. She took particular notice of the erectness of her nipples. Typically, this would happen when she was sexually aroused, but she couldn't fathom why that would be.

"I'm not doing anything sexual, why are they so 'happy?'"

Suffice it say, Shannon's arousal was coming from her mischievous behavior. Besides her socks and shoes, she was at her place of employment in just her bra and panties. It hadn't truly dawned on her that she was truly embracing the nature of a sexual deviant. While most people would be utterly horrified to work in this state of undress, Shannon was finding a spark of pleasure in it (well, at least her breasts were).

"Nah. That's not me." Remarked Shannon in defiance. "It's a hot day. I just needed to cool off before I overworked myself. That's all."

After putting in some more work, she measured her shovel against the wall to discover that she was five feet deep. "Only one more foot and I'm done." Thought Shannon.

Shannon was roughly 5'4", so just the top of her head could see out of the hole at this point.

"Hey, kid! You almost done."

Shannon froze in place upon hearing Mr. B's voice. She peered out of the hole to see that he was roughly twenty feet away. This meant he would only be able to see her head from his angle.

"Only one more foot to go, Mr. B. Piece of cake."

"Heh-heh. If you say so. You want me to lend you a hand?"

Shannon had to internally restrain herself before blurting out "NO."

"Oh -- so you can lord this over my head. Heck no!"

Shannon leaned herself into the wall of the hole to make certain Mr. B couldn't see anything.

"I must admit, you got a lot farther than I thought you would. I figured you'd give up at the three foot mark and ask for help."

"Pshh, o ye of little faith." Responded Shannon in a mocking tone. "Now stop making me procrastinate, Boomer. I've got a deadline to meet."

Mr. B was 42 years-old -- far from a boomer -- but Shannon often lobbed age related insults his way to rile him up. Surprisingly, though, he never lost his composure.

"Always with the sass."

"What -- you'd prefer I be a prissy girly-girl? You know 99% of women couldn't do what I do. You've gotta take the good with the bad."

"I suppose so." Replied Mr. B curtly. "I figured you'd decline my help, so I was actually planning to close the office early today since we've got no more appointments."

"Wow! Mr. B leaving early, you must have a hot date."

"As a matter of fact, I do. I'm going to lock up the office and the shed. If you need to get in to use the bathroom, the spare key is hidden in third bush to your right by the back door."

"What about shovel?"

"Just leave it out here. I'll probably have to smooth out the grave tomorrow morning."

Shannon scrunched her face in a disapproving manner as Mr. B's expression remained unchanged. He then pivoted around to make his way out of the wooded area. Shannon began shoveling once again, but made sure to keep an eye on him to make certain he was getting further away from the hole. After about 15 minutes, she saw him locking up the front door of the building. He then entered his truck and drove away from the area. Shannon was now truly alone and completely safe. Thanks to her diligent work, it wasn't long before she reached the five and a half foot mark. The hole was now once inch taller than her. She leaned against the shovel to take a short break before the final charge. That's when she realized something quite shocking

"Oh, shit! I got dirt and mud all over my bra and panties."

It didn't take long for her to realize that it happened when she smushed her body against the wall of the hole when talking to Mr. B.

"No matter. I'll have the hole finished in thirty minutes, then I can put my work suit back on and leave."

Shannon's work ethic didn't falter, as she finished digging the hole in twenty-five minutes.

"Yes! Who else could have done this but me?!" Said a cocky Shannon. "Alright, time to get out."

The matter of getting out was a bit tricky. She could feasibly reach her hands out of the hole, grab on to the grass and pull her way out. But she know Mr. B would give her crap in the morning about the damaged lawn. She resolved to stick the shovel in the side of the wall and use it as a "ledge" to climb her way out. She found a nice spot to wedge the shovel in as she began her assent. In the midst of her climb, her panties got caught on a protruding tree branch.

She didn't want to lose balance and fall back, so she attempted to gyrate her hips around to wiggle the panties loose. She felt a release in tension, making her think she was successful in her endeavor. When she lifted herself up, however, the panties were completely ripped asunder. The delicate fabric fell back to the bottom of the hole while Shannon squirmed her out. Due to it being dusk, her visibility was severely reduced. She gazed back into the hole to see what became of her underwear, but could only see a tattered shred stuck to the tree root. What this meant...she now only had her bra covering her body.

"It's okay, it's okay. No one's here and it's dark. No need to panic."

Rather than jumping back in the hole to retrieve her now useless underwear, she decided to head back to her work suit to cover up again. While making her way back to the stream, she was genuinely surprised by how unfazed she was about her state of undress. Perhaps working all day in her underwear without getting caught gave her a sense of invincibility. She sashayed her hips in a somewhat seductive manner -- not overly flirtatious or sexual -- in a way that exuded unbridled confidence. She was owning the situation to its fullest, even taking a small detour to elongate the experience.

"Such a beautiful night." Said Shannon as she stretched her hands up to the stars.

Dusk quickly became early night as visibility was getting more difficult. Luckily, the moon was full, providing a nice source of light to guide her path. She made it back to the stream, seeing that her work clothes were still there in one piece. Her lustful adventure was coming to a close, and although it lasted a good majority of the day, she couldn't help but feel hollow. She experienced an exhilaration today that she had never felt; yet, her heart yearned for something more provocative. Perhaps a bit more dangerous. If she were honest, working in her underwear took no risk. Her boss was a half a mile away working on other graves. Even when he approached her, she was perfectly covered underground. Nothing about this was unusual or out of the ordinary.