We were like many small-town young married couples in the 1970s that got married right out of high school. Lisa and I were sweethearts in our senior year and were both 18 years old at our small wedding. My young, shy, naΓ―ve wife was just 5'3" tall and weighed 105 pounds with short shoulder length blonde hair. I always loved her bouncy little B breasts and firm little butt that just fit right with her cute fine featured face. Most of my guy friends were quick to notice her tight little body. She was working part time as a secretary for church. Even the minister and youth pastor couldn't keep his eyes off of her body. I myself, had just started working at the local hospital in the medical records office. At the same time I attended the community college part-time.
A few years after we were married, we borrowed a motorhome from my parents and took the long drive to Disneyland in California. My young wife and I were enjoying being alone and looking forward to a romantic getaway. Lisa would get so embarrassed as we drove along and I would suggest that she take off some of her clothes and get comfortable. But true to form, she was always very worried that someone might see her partially unclothed. Of course, that was my idea all along. It was always pretty exciting for me to think that someone might get a bit lucky and get a little peek of a private part of her body. But that wasn't Lisa's idea of a good time.
It was late evening and after a long drive, I decided to spend the night at a truck stop along the freeway. We parked in the large truck parking area where all the big 18 wheelers would spend the night. It was a busy place, with trucks coming and going as they prepared to get back on the freeway. I found a space in the crowded lot between two large 18 wheelers. We had been driving most of the day and were a bit hungry, so I thought it would be a good idea to get a few things to eat at the mini-mart at the truck stop. I walked across the large parking lot to the mini-mart to get a few snacks while Lisa took a quick shower and got ready for bed.
As I walked back towards the motorhome, I noticed two truck drivers sitting in the cab of the truck parked right next to our motorhome. They were relaxing and had the truck windows down on the warm evening and were smoking cigarettes, throwing the butts out on the ground. The two guys were drinking beer, laughing and generally having a good time. I'll have to admit, they did look pretty rough and I wouldn't want to meet them in a dark alley. The driver had his big arm out the driver's side window, covered with many tattoos.
As I walked up to our motorhome, I could see the light coming from the high window in the rear of the master bedroom. As I studied the truck next door, and our bedroom window, it suddenly occurred to me that the cab window was high enough to look down into the window where my cute little wife was probably dressing from her shower. As I mentioned before, I have always enjoyed the thought of my shy, modest little wife being seen in various states of undress. A bolt of excitement shot through my body as I recognized the possibilities.
When I entered the motorhome, Lisa was already in our double bed reading and wearing her sexy little black teddy she saved for special occasions, unaware of anything else in the world. She smiled at me with her sexy sweet little smile looking over the top of her book as I entered the bedroom. Glancing at our bedroom window, I really had no way of knowing if the truck drivers had gotten lucky or not, but it was exciting to think about the possibilities. As I looked closely at the blinds, sure enough they were pointed upward to allow, from the truck height, an unobstructed view of our bed. It was quite ironic that, my modest little Lisa, was always extra careful to make sure the horizontal blinds were tightly closed. The problem she had this time, was that she certainly never would expect anyone to be high enough to see in our bedroom window. My little modest wife was paranoid about making sure the window curtains were always closed very tightly. There was no way she was going to allow any guy to peek in on her. We would often stay at older motels, with ground-level rooms, and that would drive her just crazy. She would straighten, pin and do everything she could to make sure the old curtains would cover the entire window to protect her modesty. This time, even though the louvered blinds would block someone at ground level, they were and angled upward and open enough to allow a straight shot to the truckers up in their truck. Our bedroom window was directly next to their truck window and only 3 feet separated the vehicles, so they had an open view of our entire bed.