I sold out in Phoenix and moved to the Ozarks. There I found a small farm for which I could pay cash and be away from the crowds of the world. My place is on a country road and my nearest neighbors are at least a quarter mile away. I like the isolation and maybe everyone else does too. Or maybe they are just used to it.
By May I had pretty much settled in and was enjoying the place. I found that since I wasn't really farming, but just enjoying a place, I was getting a bit stiff and a bit chubby. I decided that like it or not, I was going to have to do some exercise. Much of my land was wooded and it was warming up so I decided to do some walking in the woods.
I put on my boots, jeans and a flannel shirt. The dog went with me and we started across a field between the barn and the woods. I found that a dry stream bed went down the center of a long stretch of oak trees. Apparently wet weather caused the stream to run and a nice, easy to walk in the bed was pretty much cleared of brush. It probably grew back between rains but since the snow had melted not long before, the bed was still clear. It was still pretty cool when I started the walk but with the sunshine on my back I was soon comfortable.
As I neared the edge of the woods, which was near my property line, I could see the porch of the house of one of my neighbors. Just then a man came out on the porch, wearing a ragged pair of walking shorts and house slippers. He picked up a small log from a stack and went back into the house. I had noticed earlier he had an outside wood burner like mine. I can keep my house toasty warm at almost no cost since I cut my own wood. He could probably keep his house warm enough to wear shorts, even in cold weather and may have had an inside fireplace, requiring the wood he had on the porch. He was too far away to greet and I didn't want to stall him out in the cold dressed the way he was dressed. I could see him well enough to recognize a pot belly and gray hair. He must have been in his fifties. Later I learned my age guess was right and he had cancer. He was living on disability and money his family brought in. He had a wife and a daughter living in the house and another daughter and in-laws living in the area.
I kind of laughed to myself and thought, "If he comes outside like that in cold weather, he must be a nudist in the house."
I turned around and walked out of the woods another direction to go back to my house.
After a few days, later in the morning than my first trek, I walked down along the side of the woods, toward the same house. The car wasn't there so they probably had gone to the store or the doctor or someplace. I was in the open and was sure I could be clearly seen from the house if anybody was home. As I got close, the same door opened and out stepped a young woman. She was in her early thirties or late twenties. She was also very nicely dressed. She was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of flip-flops. That was it. She put a little pet food in a dish on the porch and turned to face me. She kind of stretched, her legs a little apart and her arms outstretched to the side and upward. That flattened her chest but there was too much there to disappear.
"Good morning," she called, lowering her arms.
"Good morning," I replied, "are you still asleep?"
She laughed. "Is that all you can say?'
"What else should I say?" I asked.
"Well, for one thing, aren't you surprised to see an almost naked woman on her porch, this time of morning?"
"Yeah," I said, "it's usually later in the morning before I expect a naked woman out on her porch."
"You are hard to impress."
"No, actually I am impressed and surprised. But I'm pleasantly surprised. You don't seem to be upset at being caught naked. Did you know I was out here?" By this time I had come to my side of the fence dividing her house from my farm.
She said, "Yes, I knew you were there. That's why I came out. I wanted to meet you. I knew you moved in and, in fact, I was looking out the window and saw you in the woods a few days ago. You were watching my dad bring in some wood."
"Are you an exhibitionist, or just hot?"
"I'm somewhat of an exhibitionist but I also hope I'm hot. Right now I'm chilly. Would you like to come in, so I can go back and get warm?"
"I'll have to go around since I'm not sure I can get through this barb wire fence. Isn't your dad home?"
"He's here but that's okay. Hold on a minute." Then she disappeared into the house.
I waited and was shivering, partly because it was chilly and I was standing in the shade. Partly, I was excited and a little bit nervous. She was naked, inviting me into her house and her daddy was at home.
She came out again, as naked as before, except she had a pair of snow boots. She smiled at me as she silently crossed their back yard to the fence.
"I think I can open the fence enough for you to come through." She put one foot on the second wire from the bottom and pushed down. I had a close up look at her body now. Her breasts were firm against the shirt and her pussy was shaved. That I liked. She wasn't model material but neither am I. I thought she could fit into a size 10, maybe.
She pulled up on the third wire, the second from the top. I was able to get down and get through, with just a slight tug on my shirt from a barb.
"Oops," she said, then, "it didn't tear. You are clear now."
I stood up and followed her to the porch. She opened the door, went in and said, "Come on in."
Her dad was sitting in a recliner, naked. He had a hard-on of sorts. He was obviously hard but it was tiny. He looked away from the television and said hello to me. The next thing he said caught me off guard and was surprisingly forward and frank.
"Before you draw any unfounded conclusions, we don't practice incest here."
I said, "I hadn't drawn that conclusion but it might have come soon. Your daughter surprised me by coming out mostly naked and I thought you probably weren't home. Then when she asked me in but told me you were here, I didn't think of sex but if you were going to harm me."
