The Meter Reader

This morning I had a very interesting experience. As I said in my last post, since my boss told us to work from home for the summer, I've been living at my camp in the mountains. The camp is so secluded that I can literally go nude for weeks at a time without worrying about anyone seeing me (well, almost anyway...).

I started my day this morning like I do most days. I woke up and the sun was shining, so I got up and immediately jumped in the lake for a nude swim. After the swim I did what I always do--I took an outside shower. A lot of houses that have beachfront property up here have an outdoor shower. They're mainly designed for rinsing off the sand when you're done on the beach so you don't track it inside. I've seen pretty elaborate ones that have walls and roofs, but mine is pretty basic...just a small concrete square with a drain, a shower head, and two knobs for adjusting the water.

So today, like always, I finished my shower and grabbed my towel and started to dry off before going inside to make breakfast. Like always I was lost in my own world, so I was a bit shocked when I turned around to see the electric meter reader coming around the corner! Since he caught me off guard I kind of subconsciously covered myself and he, as completely surprised as I was, quickly diverted his eyes and began apologizing.

That's when the exhibitionist in me kicked in. Given the way I had been standing (legs spread and bent over, drying my lower legs), I figured he already had gotten quite an eyeful. I wanted him to look at me more, so I needed to keep him around for a bit.

I began walking toward him with my towel covering my front side (but not wrapped around me), explaining how good it feels to shower outside in open nature when no one is around. It was already about 90 degrees out and I noticed the poor guy was sweating a lot, so I decided to offer him a glass of water. He accepted the offer, so I walked to my clothes line and hung up my towel and then walked right past him, completely nude. I then went inside, got two glasses of ice water, and brought them outside.

"So, are you...like...a nudist?" he asked when I came outside. "Yes," I said, "since I've been up here for the summer I've hardly ever put any clothes on. Its been great!" As we were talking I noticed a sizable "tent" in his pants. I also noticed that he wasn't wearing a ring.

"I've....kinda...thought about doing that before, but I don't know" he said. "I don't think my roommates would like it if I did, anyway!" Perfect segue, I though--"well, if you want to give it a try sometime, you could do it here. Its completely private, so there's nothing to worry about," and with that I stepped back inside to grab a pen and paper to give him my digits.

He accepted the number then said he had to get going. I really don't expect to see him again (well, maybe next moth when he returns to read the meter again), but I think I made his day nonetheless. Needless to say, work was delayed a while for me today too, as I "fantasized" about what I could do with that wonderful tent pole I noticed. I haven't cum so hard in months.