A couple of years ago, we went away for a week to a country cottage we'd found on A-BnB. When we arrived we discovered it was a nudist's dream: it was about 400 yards from its nearest neighbour, was located at the end of its own cul-de-sac and its large side and back lawn was surrounded by large trees. Also, since we had managed to find a summer camp for the kids to attend between 10am and 3pm each day, we had the place to ourselves between returning from dropping them off and having to leave to collect them. Thankfully, the weather played ball and was nice. Dry every day and indeed quite sunny for a couple of them.
Day 1, the mrs headed out to do a spot of sunbathing wearing her smallest bikini. Happily, this didn't stay on too long and she ended up sunbathing in the nude.
The weather was actually better the following day and this time she didn't even bother with the bikini. She walked out the front (and only) door of the cottage carrying a blanket for lying on and a book to read. All she was wearing was a pair of shoes and her sunglasses. :-)
I was buzzing around, taking the odd pic of her, doing some exercise, bringing her drinks. At one point, we discussed the patio table and parasol at the front of the cottage. It'd be lovely to have dinner outside later, when the kids returned from camp. The only problem was that there were no chairs. So mrs rings the owner, who we'd met on night we arrived as she lived about 30 minutes away. She was very apologetic, she'd taken them back to her place for some family event the week before and forgot to return them. She'd bring them around later on. Mrs told me this and we thought no more of it....
Until a little over 30 minutes later, a car suddenly arrived! Mrs is lying naked on the blanket, about 10 steps inside the wall at the front of the side lawn. The wall’s not even very high. If the car had parked outside it, the driver would definitely have been able to look over the wall once they’d stepped out of the car. However, they had actually parked their car outside the front of the house. The problem that creates though is that it prevented mrs from getting back into the cottage!
I was wearing some shorts so I bounded out to the front of the house to see who it was. The owner had decided we should get the chairs delivered to us as soon as she hung up the phone. Maybe we had wanted them for lunch etc. So she sent her husband over with them!
I thanked this man profusely and helped him unload them from the back of his car. We then had some small talk about the great weather with me all the time hoping he'd get back in his car and go. Luckily he didn't have any cause to walk around the cottage for any reason and he eventually left after a long five minutes.
I wasn't surprised to see mrs had vanished from her spot on the lawn. I found her around the back of the cottage, with the blanket she had been lying on wrapped around her like a towel. She said she had watched from her spot and, the moment the guy had turned to open the car and start taking out the chairs, had made a dash around the house.
Whenever I think of it, I hear the Benny Hill music playing….
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