[Saddledrifter]

My wife and I were vacationing at a nude resort. Each morning we would travel down to the communal showers on foot with only our towels in hand and no clothing whatsoever. On our first trip we noticed a house right on our shower route was undergoing some remodeling project. We were struck by the fact that a relatively new, beautiful residence was undergoing a remodel so early in its life. It seemed to be a relatively large project as well. The extension of outer walls, etc. was included in this work. Each day my wife and I discussed the possibilities of what the project was to accomplish. It was mere conjecture on our part, because we had no real idea as to what the owners’ goals were. But the project did interest us and provide early morning conversation. As we passed by the project (it was only about 15’ from our morning route), I noted that although the workman were not the type that cat-call and whistle at passing women, they were men and watched intently as my naked wife walked by. There probably was a regular crew of 5 guys with sub’s that periodically stopped by and material suppliers and salesman. This was a regular job to these guys, and they were fully clothed as they would be on any remodel in any normal neighborhood. The only difference is they got a great view of nude women traveling to and from the shower house.

After about five days, it seemed that my wife’s curiosity got the better of her. We, as usual were eye-balling the project in an attempt to determine what they were altering on this beautiful home. On a return trip from the shower, my wife exclaimed, “I just can’t stand this any longer.” Before I could say, “We will find out in due time,” she had bolted over to the project. All the workers stopped dead in their tracks as a nude woman approached within several feet of the crew. My wife said, “Is there a foreman here on this project/” A guy about 40 years old stepped forward and replied that he was the foreman. My wife said, “My husband and I (as she nodded toward me) have been wondering what you guys are remodeling on this beautiful new house. The foreman laughed and said, “It really isn’t a remodel. We are enlarging it by adding a game room, an exercise facility and a sunroom.” Then he used his best critical thinking skills to prolong his view of my naked wife by asking. “Would you like a tour?” My wife jumped at the chance, and said, “We surely would.” It was as if she was fully clothed – she was so nonchalant about being a nude woman in front of all these construction workers and material suppliers. I could see the other workman grinning and periodically elbowing each other. The foreman provided us with a nice, slow tour of the site project. As the finale approached, he saved his best move for last. He said, “We just laid this specially imported African black walnut floor.” It was spectacularly beautiful and shiny. The foreman followed that introduction of the flooring with a command. He told my wife, “You just have to feel the smoothness of that shiny black wood to appreciate it.” Almost on command, my wife bent at the waist to reach down and touch the flooring material as the foreman stepped away toward her backside while leaning down to stroke the floor and detailed how carefully the installation was done. In so doing, he had an unobstructed view of her cleanly shaved, soft pussy and shapely ass. I again noted how the workers, who had not accomplished anything while my wife was touring the project, grinned from ear to ear and elbowed each other about the great move by the foreman. They were also in very good positions to see the rear end show. Then my wife raised up and shook the foreman’s hand and thanked him for the great tour. He smiled and said, “You are welcome to stop by anytime and see the progress.” It seemed after we departed, all my wife could talk about was that African flooring. And I would be willing to bet that the flooring display was all the workmen talked about after we left!

Sorry that there are mo pics. They are prohibited in American nudist resort.