I was at the new cabin with my husband and my dad to get some last minute work done when my dad mentioned that the assessor had stopped by leaving a note with a business card on the door. He wanted some particular info about rooms and costs so my dad said he'd call him on Monday after he got home. The plan was for me to stay and turkey hunt/ relax all week alone since my husband had to work. That's what I was looking forward to.
Dad called Monday afternoon when he got back, and my husband texted me what happened since reception here is spotty at best. It turns out the assessor isn't even from around here so he needs to swing by to see the inside of the cabin sometime on Wednesday. That was the best info I got. Tuesday it rained all day so waiting around all day Wednesday wasn't what I cared to do. By midafternoon he still hadn't shown so I decided to go set up my stuff in the woods so I could hunt early morning. I got my gear by the door, and went to change into my hunting clothes. I spotted a couple of deer walking by a little ways out the bedroom window so I opened the blinds wide to watch. Once they trotted away I dug out my clothes, and prepared to dress.
I was just wearing my zip up sweatshirt and my lounge pants since I was relaxing. I prefer no bra or underwear. Too restricting feeling. I pulled off my pants tossing them to the bed, and unzipped my sweatshirt pulling it off my shoulders when I saw a man walk right next to the window. I pulled it back on covering myself and I quickly backed out of the room and around the corner wondering what he saw. He just walked by looking the house over.
I sighed relief. It's the assessor finally, and he didn't see anything. "Who wants to see a middle aged fat lady naked anyway?" I think. Being five foot one and over 300 pounds I'm not really what most men desire. Sure I have big D cup boobs, but they rest on an even bigger belly. If my ass wasn't so big I'd fall on my face a lot. I have stretch marks and scars all over my belly from two babies so many years ago. I get tired and sore so easy now that it doesn't help with my weight. Often I force myself to do something so I'm not just sitting there. I keep my long hair brown since the gray doesn't help to motivate me any.
I'm brought back to reality when he knocks on the door. I slip my lounge pants back on, and answer zipping up my shirt first.
"Hi there. I'm Mike the assessor. How are you?" He says showing me his badge.
"I'm good. Come on in. My dad told me you'd be coming."
"I just have to look it over to assess the new place, and then I'll be out of your hair."
"No problem. Take your time so we don't get over assessed." I joke.
He smiles the cutest smile. He's a man in his thirties. Dressed in a casual shirt and jeans. He's got short brown hair, and is clean shaven. He looks rather strong for a man that's a foot taller than I, but a little belly tells me he's no weight lifter. He has a few chest hairs showing at the top of his opened collar, and I think they're cute.
I lead him to the end of the house showing him the first bedroom, then the adjoining half bath. We proceed to the open concept living room and kitchen, then to the full bath, and finally the bedroom I have all my stuff laying out in. He follows me writing in a book and taking pictures with his phone the entire time.
"Very nice place. I like this bedroom the best. The view is the best." He says looking toward the window.
The butterflies start flitting about in my stomach as I wonder if he seen me.
"I bet you see a lot of wildlife from here?"
"A good amount." I say. "I saw a deer walk through just before you got here."
"I saw her too." He says walking back to the living room.
He stops by the patio door looking at the three season room that was added. He opens the door walking out, and I follow him. I don't have shoes or socks on so it's a bit chilly.
"Hunting, huh?" He asks seeing my stuff by the door.
"That's the plan, but not so far."
"Your dad said someone was here all week I didn't think I was going to be a bother. Sorry if I'm ruining you plans."
"It's okay. I'm here until next Monday so I have plenty of time to hunt."
He takes a few pictures, and as I move out of the way he says, "You're good. If I need you to move I'll tell you."
We walk back in, and he asks to see the bedrooms again. He quickly looks into the first one, but takes his time looking through the one my stuff is in. I'm standing in the doorway just watching out the window as he looks when something catches my eye. I see half kicked under the bed the underwear I took off as soon as I was left alone when I first arrived. The assessor is standing between me and them so I can only hope he doesn't notice the lime green undies on the light brown carpet. He walks back to the living room smiling as he passes me. I go to hide my underwear, and notice they're gone.
"He must have kicked them under the bed." I think. "I don't think he saw them. I hope he didn't."
I walk to the living room where he's looking things over again.
"See everything you wanted Mike?"
"Almost, but there's still time to see more. What is your name anyway?"
"I'm sorry. I thought my dad would have told you. My name is Michele."
"If he did I don't remember. Michele, huh? I knew a Michele once."
"I hope she was nice like me?" I joke. "Then you'll assess us at a lower rate than what we had."
"She wasn't nearly as nice as you. Not as cute either. If you don't mind my saying so."
I blush a bit before answering, "I don't mind at all. Every girl likes compliments."
"I need a few more pictures in the add on." he says walking out. "Could you move your stuff, or is that a problem?"
"No. No problem at all." I says quick following him out.
I bend over picking things up moving them to the opposite corner of he room, and he clicks away with his phone. He asks me to open the outside door for him. When I do a cold breeze blows right through my sweatshirt sending a shiver up my spine. He snaps his pictures, and then lets me close the door. Back in the house he types on his phone for a minute standing in the middle of the room before turning his attention back to me.
"So you're married?"
"Yup. With kids too."
"He's a lucky man."
"I tell him that all the time, but he never listens." I laugh.
"Well, you listen good."
"Excuse me?" I ask wondering what he means.
He steps right in front of me looking in my eyes with that cute grin.
"I said you listen good. Just as a good woman should."
"What is that supposed to mean?" I ask stepping back offended.
I see my underwear slightly hanging from his pocket, and I get angry.
"Why do you have those in your pocket? Those are mine!"
"Shut up." He says calmly.
"I am not going to shut up. You are here to assess the place. Not perv on the people living here!"
