My wife and I are in our early fifties and have a rock solid marriage. We got married early, had kids and spent the next years raising them. We are now empty nesters and have recently decided to get a little more adventurous with our sex life and try new and exciting things that we have never done before. The caveat is that if one of us tries something, they have to tell the other. Nothing is off limits and while we haven't done a lot of this, whenever one of us has, it has made for the best sex when re-telling the story to the other one.
While we are in are early fifties, we both look much younger, especially my wife. She isn't real tall, only 5'7", but she is also only about 140 pounds. She has long and toned legs, a great ass, beautiful C cups breasts, a pretty face, a smile that could melt an ice berg and a personality that instantly makes you like her. She is the proverbial people pleaser and feels compelled to please and help everyone, no matter what.
We own a camp about thirty minutes from town. Not too far that we don't use it often, but far enough that we can decompress from the stress of the world. It is a loft style building on a lake in a bay that there is no other camp in sight. It is two stories tall, but only half of the upstairs is a bedroom. The other half is open to below where we have a living room and kitchen combined open space. The wall facing the lake is a big window on the top so we can see the lake from the loft upstairs. It has a covered porch on the side where there is a door, as well as a two tier deck on the lake side with another door. It has all the creature comforts of home, except for tv. We had already opened it up for the summer, but a recent storm had blown through and we needed to get out and check on it so we decided to head out on Wednesday and stay through the weekend. I was in a golf outing Thursday and Friday and driving in wasn't a problem.
When we arrived on Wednesday night, I noticed that the soffit on the back of the camp, the side away from the lake, which is where we park as that faces the road in, was damaged. It was two stories up and there was no way I was going to fix it. I knew most of the contractors were probably already booked up for the summer, but I felt it should get fixed sooner, rather than later, as I didn't want any critters getting in. I searched for a local roofing or siding company and found one that said they still had openings for this summer and would match any pricing. Perfect! I thought I'd call them in the morning on my way to the golf club as I needed to be there by 8am so I would be up early.
My wife was aware that I was getting up early and would be gone the whole day. That didn't bother her as she said, "I'll just lay out and catch some rays. It's early in the summer and I don't have any kind of a tan yet. Just don't wake me when you get up. I plan on sleeping in as it is so quiet out here."
I was up and gone by 7 and called that company as soon as they opened. They said that they actually had an opening for today and tomorrow and could get there by 10 today and be done by 5 tomorrow. He told me his price and I asked if he could wash the big picture window on the lake side for that price, to which he agreed. I told him that I would call him back with my credit card number in thirty minutes when I stopped driving and gave him directions. It was him, his brother and their cousin who would be taking care of this job.
I texted my wife to let her know that Raul would be coming out and that he did sounded Mexican when I talked to him. We don't have a whole lot of them in our neck of the woods so I thought she should know so she wouldn't be surprised. However, I knew she wouldn't be getting up until close to ten anyway, and hoped she looked at her phone before sunbathing, which at camp she likes to go nude, so she wouldn't be surprised. I asked her if she could put a note out on the porch where they could see it asking them if the could wash the window first.
As I arrived home after dinner, Julie was sitting on the front deck with just a towel on and drinking a wine. "How's it going babe? Drinking wine, on the deck, in a towel? I assume that means you had a fun day?"
"I sure did, let me tell you about it."
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I woke at about 9:45 and instead of checking my phone, I went downstairs and started the coffee pot. I decided to take a shower while it was brewing and stripped and started the water. I realized at this time that I hadn't checked my phone yet and it was driving me nuts. I shut the water off, wrapped a towel around me and went and found my phone. I saw the text, checked the time and realized that I had about ten minutes before they arrived. I didn't feel like getting dressed and then showering while they were here, so I wrote the message on a piece of paper grabbed a piece of tape and headed out on the porch. As I stepped out of the camp, one of the dogs must have jumped up on the door slamming it shut behind me. I thought nothing of it and went and put the note at the end of the porch near the parking area. When I went to get back in the camp, the door was locked. I must not have unlocked it when I came out. I didn't think to unlock it before walking out as I figured you had unlocked it when you left.
I realized that I was locked out wearing a very small towel and three strangers were coming shortly. I looked in the place where we usually hide a key and there wasn't one there. I remembered I used that key to get in last night as I didn't have one with me and forgot to put it back. I looked through the window and could see it still sitting on the kitchen table.
I could hear the work truck pulling in to the parking area and started to panic. "What the hell am I going to do now?" I am wearing a towel that barely covers me, like a hotel size towel, and I need to see if I can borrow one of their phones to call my husband to come here and unlock the door. Well, I have no other choice, I just need to make sure I keep this towel from opening when I walk."
I walked across the porch to the back side of the camp, making sure to not allow the towel to open and spoke to the workers. "Excuse me, do one of you have a cell phone I can borrow to call my husband? I locked myself out of the camp and need to call him to come and let me in."
Raul, the owner of the company, sized up the situation and realized exactly what had happened. "Sure. You can use mine, but it's hooked to the truck so I get better reception. You'll have to sit in the vehicle to use it. I don't allow my brother and cousin to bring theirs to the job site anymore as they spend too much time on them and it costs me money."
I hesitantly and carefully walked over to the truck, knowing full well that all three of them were watching and hoping for a glimpse of something. We need bigger towels, the ones we have barely cover anything.
"Here, hop up in the driver's seat. The microphone is positioned for me so it works better there. I'll start the truck up. Just close the door when you get in as it is getting hot out here and the a/c will keep you cool while you call him." He started the truck and offered to help me up as it was a tall truck.
Realizing that there was no way I could get up in the truck without spreading my legs, I decided that I needed to call you and this was a calculated risk. I was hoping he would be a gentleman about it. "Thanks," I said as I lifted my leg to get up in the truck completely exposing myself to him as I held his hand to steady me. It didn't work, as I got up in the truck the towel completely fell open. "Oops, sorry about that. I'm so embarrassed." I could barely even get it under my ass on his seat.
"Not to worry. I won't tell anyone. Go ahead and make your call and we will start setting up our gear."
"Oh, my husband wanted me to ask you if you could start with the big plate glass window on the lake side. That last storm blew a lot of stuff on it and we want to be sure to see the lake tonight, it's supposed to be a full moon and it comes up right over the lake."
"Sure. We'll just set up the scaffolding on that side first then."
I then called you, but you didn't answer right away, probably because you didn't recognize the number. I had to leave you a voicemail and hoped you listened to it and called back right away. Which, thank God, you did.
You responded, "No, I can't. I'm in a golf outing and we are on the course. Try looking at the windows. The one upstairs for the loft is usually open. You could have them climb in through that and unlock the doors. I'm sorry, but you knew I was going to be gone all day. We have 18 holes and then we have to stick around to find out what our tee time is for tomorrow. I won't be home until after dinner. Love you, bye."
I realized at this point that the a/c in the truck was on full blast and I was chilled and I could feel my nipples rubbing on the towel when I moved. I was really mad at you that you wouldn't come and help me, but Raul seemed nice and I thought he would get me in.
"Raul, he can't come and unlock the door, do you think you or one of your guys could get a ladder and climb up through the open window up there and unlock the door?"
"Oh, sorry Senora, we don't enter buildings under any circumstance. Our insurance doesn't cover that. However, we will be more than happy to put our ladder up so you can climb in through the window."