My mate and I were camping at a caravan park for the week with our families and we had just ducked behind the caretaker's shed to have a joint. It was early afternoon and the place was pretty busy so we thought this was the best place to light up as it was down the back of the park, not really on the way to anywhere and it might have looked like we were just heading off into the bush for a walk.
Greg had lit up, taken a few tokes and was about to pass it to me when the caretaker came ambling around the back of the shed from the other side. "What the hell are you two doing back here? I hope you're not trying to knock anything off!" He was in his late fifties and was of thin build with a beer belly. He had a tag on his old shirt that said JIm. He had that look about him that suggested that he probably lived alone and drank too much every night without looking after himself.
"Nah, we're just having a cigarette and admiring the bushland," said Greg, still holding the joint.
"Hey, that doesn't smell like a cigarette. You bastards are smoking dope! And on private property," he said, walking closer, "I've had enough of you city folk coming out here and abusing the laws, I'm calling the cops."
"Hey mate, let's not get hasty," I said, trying to be friendly so he would hopefully let us off. My name's Cliff, and I'm about 5'7" and of average build and 33 years old.
"Nup, you pair can tell your story to the cops." He said as he started walking back around the way he came towards a door that was shut. It must have a phone in it, I thought.
"This bloke wasn't even smoking anyway," Greg said, trying to be a mate and stick up for me. He was the biggest out of all three of us. About 6'3" and of solid build. Not bursting with muscles, but burly enough for a 34 year old.
"How much will it cost to keep you quiet old man?" I asked, which made him lift his head up. When he did so, he looked straight over at the amenities block which was about 70 yards away and saw Greg's wife Jane coming out of the exit. Jane was a babe. Blonde hair about 5 feet 6, nice size tits and a very nice ass. She's had 2 kids and you could tell, but she was fine for a 31 year old, to say the least.
"That's your wife over there isn't it?" He said to Greg as he pointed over to her. "Yeah," said Greg, "Why?"
"Tell her to come over here so I can tell her what you and your friend here have been up to," said the caretaker, with a sly look on his face.
"No way! Now how much money do you want to stay quiet?" Greg was still trying to buy the old man off, probably thinking that he'll go for some cash so he could get some extra alcohol. "50 bucks should get you a good label scotch," Greg said, reaching for his wallet in his back pocket. He was trying to buy his way out of it because he had been busted for drugs before and the judge advised him that if he saw him again, he was going to jail. Greg had a lot to lose. His wife Jane would kill him for starters, knowing that he was even smoking dope again, let alone getting busted.
"Oh well," said the caretaker whilst opening the door to the shed, "I'll go and call the cops now then."
"Wait!" called Greg to The caretaker, "I'll call her over. By the time she's finished with me after you tell her we were smoking dope, I'll have learnt my lesson."
Normally Greg would have waited until the caretaker had gone into the shed, knocked him on the head and cleared out, but the caravan park had all of our details so he was trying to play his cards so that he could get away without having to do time.
"Jane!" She stopped and turned towards us. She would have been able to see Greg and I, but not the caretaker as he had already gone into the shed. She had a surprised look on her face which is not unusual because we were in a place she would not expect us to be.
"Come over her honey, there's someone who wants to see you."
She came over and then asked, "What's going on? Who wants to see me?"
"Hi Babe," he said, trying to act casual. "I thought you'd like to meet the caretaker of the caravan park. His name's Jim." He was beginning to get a bit nervous now, I could tell in his voice. "Cliff and I were just taking a stroll when we met up with Jim. Go in and say hello. Do you know he's been working here for 8 years?" Greg was now trying to usher her into the shed and by the sounds of it he was hoping that the caretaker would forget about the whole thing, chat for a bit and then let them go. I was about to find out how wrong he was.
Jane was not the sort of chick who was just going to stand around and have a chat with any caretaker. She had always been conceited and would never dream of befriending a caretaker or such. She was also a feisty bitch and didn't take any crap from anyone. I think she was in shock a little bit by Greg's behavior, so went along with it and slowly entered the shed, followed by Greg, with me shuffling in at the end.
I hadn't actually been caught with the joint, so I didn't have anything to worry about, but I thought I had better hang around to see if I could help my friend out of a fix.
Jane was wearing a pair of denim shorts which were fairly short and showed off her nice legs and shapely ass. She had on a white singlet top which fitted well around her D size tits. Her blonde hair was tied back in a pony tail. Greg and I were wearing shorts and t-shirts. The caretaker was wearing long work pants and a collared work shirt which buttoned up the front.
The shed was fairly large, but there wasn't much room to move as it was filled with mowers, bins, gardening equipment like rakes, a couple of benches and tools.
The caretaker had a phone in his hand and was dialing, but lifted his head and stopped when as we entered. "Jane, meet Jim," Greg said as we entered. "Hi Jim, please to meet you," said Jane, trying to be polite and still wondering why she had been made to talk to this caretaker.