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Originally Posted by winston optic beer
Is this the sort of thing that you’re after, stevezr1? I can’t say that I find my story particularly erotic either, but it is true, and makes me smile.
Many years ago when our oldest was a baby, my wife and I employed a joiner/builder to do some small jobs around our house. He was an older man, who just recovered from a serious illness, so he worked on his own and didn’t have many jobs booked in. At the time, we were only starting to stamp our personalities on the house, so, every time the builder finished a job, we thought of another one for him to do. As a result, he was with us for some time. He was a nice guy, and we all got to know each other fairly well, although one day he got to know my wife a whole lot better.
Most of his jobs were on the ground floor, so my wife would often stay upstairs and get on with some of her chores in our bedroom while the baby was sleeping in its room. On one occasion fairly early in the morning before my wife had dressed, she needed to go to check the baby. I can’t remember if she said she thought he wasn’t around or if she didn’t think he had any need to come upstairs. In any event, as she walked out of our bedroom at one end of a longish corridor, the builder surprised her by suddenly appearing at the other end where the stairs come up. She later told me that they found themselves striding purposefully towards each other along the corridor – nothing unusual about that, excepting that she was stark bollock naked.
I was curious to know how they both reacted. Did she pretend not to be embarrassed and keep on going to the baby’s room? Did he say good morning and step aside to let her pass? Apparently not because she turned tail and walked back into our bedroom closing the door behind her. The guy must have thought it was his birthday – first a full-frontal view of her walking towards him then the sight of her bare arse as she walked away. She was twenty or more years younger him.
When they spoke later, neither of them mentioned the incident, and they both acted as if it had never happened. However, she did delight in recounting the story to me that evening. We joked about whether we should ask him for a discount from the bill or offer to pay extra to compensate him for the shock. For many years, we’d had banter about men doing work at our house feeling cheated if they didn’t get flashed at by her. As far as I know, the first builder was the only one that did.
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A curious postscript to that story. Recently, my wife and I were chatting with friends and the subject of being caught naked cropped up in the conversation. I told to my wife to tell them the story about her meeting with the builder. She claimed to have no recollection of the incident. Strange, as she used to dine out on stories like that. I forgot to ask her later if she was just being circumspect because she has become worried about her reputation in middle age and people thinking she's an exhibitionist.
That reminds me there's another story I never got round to adding. Three or four years later when our kids were still young we took them to a self contained resort in Greece owed by a well-known company specialising in holidays for British families. Not the kind of place for nudity. It was just before the UK school holidays so the resort was about half full - plenty of people around but not every room was occupied. Although the resturaunts and pools etc. were fairly busy, it was quiet in the area where we had our accomodation which was a two storey chalet or villa.
I guess this must have lulled my wife into a false sense of security. In any case, she's used to having privacy at home. In those days, she stayed naked as she sorted out the kids before dressing herself. One morning when I was in bathroom, she needed one of the towels she'd left drying over the far part of a low metal safety railing that surrounded our unusually large raised patio.
Although, the patio was overlooked by blocks of apartments, most of them showed little sign of occupation. Used to privacy at home and distracted by the kids, she recklessly strode out completely naked onto the patio to collect a towel from the other side.
After a few steps, she realised our villa was semi-detached and there was an adjacent patio the other side of the safety rail. The front doors were on opposite sides so she'd thought our building was detached. Worse still there was a man standing there taking in the morning air. It was obvious he'd clocked her as soon as she stepped through the patio doors.
Cool as anything, she decided not to draw any more attention to herself and kept on walking the full length of the patio avoiding eye contact. I'd have been even more impressed if she'd said good morning, but I guess she felt he was already having a good one so that was unnecessary.
Once she reached the far side of the patio, she casually picked up a towel and wrapped it round herself. As she made the return journey, she continued to avoid eye contact and pretended she was unaware of his presence.
When she told me what had happened, I wondered what on earth the man must have thought. It's not the kind of behaviour you expect from a 42 year old middle class British Mum at a family resort. Did he count himself fortunate that an exceptionally generous woman had bestowed her spectacular nakedness upon him or did he think she was some kind of attention seeking wierdo? Did he think that I was not meeting her physical needs?
When we were eating in resturaunts, I could just image a man on one of the tables pointing out the mad naked woman to his family and braced myself for a barrage of abuse from his outraged wife. Fortunately, that never happened.