Act 3: Boundaries
Snow continued blanketing the sky, making it hard to see and the wind chill was deep, like it froze your bones. The walkway was already covered again and had to be re-shoveled, much to my dismay. The way the persistent flakes fell, they would not be denied, and no amount of shoveling was going to keep the concrete completely clear.
After setting the house up for my surveillance purposes, I needed to get wood for the fireplace and wood stove. Our cabin had a beautiful fireplace that aesthetically looked amazing, but it was the wood stove that actually heated the house and we couldn't let it go out, especially in the winter.
While we were at the cabin, we went through copious amounts of wood. The generators were all filled up and there was plenty of gas in the garage. Wood however, was a different story. The wood was stored in the barn, which was on the other side of the property. Only a short drive, but with all the snow, it was only accessible by foot; it would be a long hike with the wheelbarrow, and probably a couple of trips and an hour and a half at the least, so I set out to get it done.
By the time I had finished, I ended up making three trips and filling the wood box on the back patio. It should be enough to last a few days and now I could concentrate on more important issues at hand. I went over to the gazebo that surrounded the hot tub and with a hammer, pulled a couple of boards to the side.
This certain structure didn't allow for anyone to see into the hot tub from ground level, you could, however, see over the top from a higher vantage point, like say our bedroom window. Having a few boards moved would allow me access, just in case I needed to see into it.
I swelled at my thoroughness but was struck down thinking that I was becoming nothing more than a peeping tom. I was only bothered by the thought for a moment, then all was forgotten as I headed back to the cabin. The cement pathway from the hot tub to the back door came around the side of the cabin, so you couldn't actually see the large tub from the back door. It was build there for privacy and worked well if we had company with us.
I entered the house through the back door, into the kitchen, and Judy was there, busily working away.
"Good morning." I proclaimed, walking up behind her and kissing her on the cheek. "What are you doing?"
"Peeling potatoes for dinner." she answered. "And it's not really morning anymore." she turned her head and kissed me back, her warm lips wrapping around my mouth.
I ran the tips of my fingers down her back, making her shiver, gliding them over the black sports bra she was wearing and onto the black satin shorts that hugged her plump ass.
"What are these?" I asked, running my fingers under the elastic band of her shorts.
"Shorts silly. What do you think?" She kissed my cheek and smiled. Then turned her head away and went back to her work.
"You promised honey and after our talk last night." I sarcastically pushed her boundaries again, breathing into her ear.
"Jack really! We have company. That wasn't in the plan." She argued her case.
I pushed my fingers deep under the elastic band, sliding the shorts down to her thighs then letting them drop to the floor.
"Don't forget about our conversation last night. You said you would at least try." I pushed off of her hips, stepping back to look.
"Fine...Just fine." She kicked the shorts away from her.
Her round bubble butt was exposed once again. The black thong underwear matching her sports bra.
"At least I match" she added with a huff.
I ran my hands down her back and over her ass.
"Very nice indeed." I agreed, squeezing the soft, velvet skin.
I strut out the door into the living room, where our guest was sitting on the couch, now a big smile on my face.
"How are you, my name is Jack." I stuck out my hand. He reached back and shook it, he had a strong, solid handshake.
"So Judy tells me you crashed your car, or you think you did?" I looked deep into his eyes and he blinked, wiping his thick brown hair behind his ears and flexing his taut cheekbones.
"Yea, not really sure what happened, but I know I walked for a really long time and ended up here, although I don't remember too much of that either." He reached his hand up, feeling the cut on his head. The dried blood around it had crusted.
"You got lucky, that is for sure." laughing a little under my breath. In more ways than one, I thought.
"I just want to thank you so very much and if you need anything, or any work done, I'll be more than happy to help." His voice seemed honest, and almost as if he had a slight southern draw.
"Really, I can help with anything." He insisted.
"I know you can and I just might hold you to that. I believe my wife said your name is Jeremy?" He nodded yes, still not looking me in the eyes. "Well Jeremy, let's get you better, then let's work on getting you back home. I am sure your family is worried sick. In the meantime, if there is anything you can do, I'll let you know." I nodded at him, keeping a smile on my face.
"Thank you again." He persisted. "If you could just show me to the bathroom, I'd be grateful. "
I pointed him the way. Jeremy stood up, the sheet still wrapped around him and headed toward the bathroom.
I threw a couple of logs into the wood stove and on the fire, then went back into to kitchen and poured a cup of coffee. As I sipped the first drink, Jeremy walked in, still wrapped in his sheet we gave him. I knew what he was getting ready to ask, but spoke first and loudly.
"Hey" I kissed Judy on the cheek and ran my finger along her bare ass.
"I am going outside to shovel the walk to the gazebo. I'll be an hour or an hour and a half; I also have some work in the garage to get done, on the generator. If you need me, send Jeremy out to get me. I don't want to come back until I get this work finished, it's been bugging me." I cringed, hoping I didn't over state my business.
Jeremy, who was leaning against the wall at the entrance to the kitchen, kept his eyes trained on me.
"Oh hey there, make sure she looks at that wound soon, and gets it cleaned up." I pointed to his head. "See you two in a while."
I went out the back door, onto the covered porch, then out the screen door on the other side of the porch, which slammed shut, as it always did.
First I made for the garage to put away the tools that I had used earlier, then headed back to the house. I had, of course, already did the work I spoke of, but was now putting my crazy plan into action. Once back at the house I climbed up on the wood box and looked into the kitchen through the elevated window which I had opened earlier that morning.
"Again, Sorry about last night." Jeremy said. "you are just so sexy, especially in those tiny underwear." he was still leaning against the entrance to the kitchen, as Judy worked.
"I told you, I promised my husband I would wear them all weekend. I am just keeping my promise. Like a good partner." She turned and winked at him through the hair that covered her face.
"He is a really cool dude, I'm sure, but I think he might reconsider with company, did you ask him?" He was obviously liking this line of conversation, and trying to keep it going.
