When I was 19 and in college, I was dating a guy named Scott. We had gotten along really well initially, but for the last few months during spring and early summer seemed to be drifting apart. I really didn't want to break up with him, so suggested we go visit his dad for the long 4th of July weekend. His dad was a really sweet man and had always made me feel welcome on past visits and I knew Scott really enjoyed spending time with him.
I thought it might help our relationship if we got away for a little while. We got to his place in the hills in mid-morning and within an hour were hanging around the pool laughing and talking. I could see Scott already beginning to relax. We spent the rest of the afternoon at the pool and had an early dinner on the patio. The view was gorgeous with the sun going down.
After a couple of drinks I wished the guys goodnight and headed off to my room. Scott's father had set up us in separate bedrooms, as was his custom whenever we visited. He had a beautiful home and the bedrooms had private baths and huge picture windows overlooking the mountains. Scott's father never bothered to put curtains up in the bedrooms telling us that he thought the view was too beautiful to be curtained off. There were no neighbors, so there really wasn't any problem with privacy.
I was a little nervous getting undressed without curtains on my first visit, but had quickly gotten used to it. Once I got to my room, I got undressed and went into the bathroom to take a shower. When I finished my shower and was drying off, I thought I heard a noise outside on the deck.
I shut off the light and peeked out the bathroom window. There was Scott father in the shadows looking in my bedroom window. I couldn't believe it. I figured he had probably already seen me naked when I undressed for the shower. I wrapped myself in my towel and walked back out into the bedroom and shut off the lights. I put on a T-shirt and got into bed.
I had a hard time going to sleep that night. I wanted to tell Scott but felt that would have been a mistake. I thought he would have felt obliged to defend his father. The next morning when I went down to breakfast, I wasn't sure if I'd be able to face Scott's father Michael. But when I got down there, he was as friendly and sweet as always. I was confused, I guess I expected him to act like some sort of deranged pervert leering at me at every opportunity. He was the same as always and all day I watched to see if I could catch him staring or acting differently. Nothing, he was just a very nice man. That night I shut the lights off before getting dressed for bed and went to bathroom to look out and saw him there in the shadow watching my window. I really didn't know what to think about it.
The next day was the 4th of July. We had planned to hang around the house and pool all day and have dinner with Michael, then shower, get dressed and go to a party at one of Scott's old friends house. I spent the day watching Michael and thinking about him. He was around 65 and retired. His wife had died a couple of years earlier. He was a handsome man and very personable. I didn't understand why he wasn't seeing anyone else.