With seven of us going up and one bedroom we decided the boys would bring a tent and camp on the property. Carlie could have the loft.
We got to the house. I always marveled at the solitude. The nearest house was 100 yards through the woods. We were lucky we bought when we did. Except for a few houses near us the shore of the lake was becoming overdeveloped.
I took a deep breath.
“Ok boys, start unpacking,” I said.
We had brought the boat and enough supplies and food for eight days. The boys and Carlie started carrying in food and gear from the car. The boys had brought a four man tent but it didn’t have room for all their clothes so we had them put them in a small shed we had on the property.
Once we were unpacked, the boat. In the water, and the tent set up, the kids wanted to go for a swim. I thought it was a great idea. We all went to change into our suits. Since the bedroom, living room, and loft all had those big windows I grabbed my suit and headed to the bathroom to change. As I was changing I wondered where everyone else would change. The tent was too small for four boys to change in, they could change in the shower or the outside bath. Carlie was in the loft, but all the windows gave no privacy.
I put on my bathing suit. It was a decent mom style one piece. Appropriate in front of the boys. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked good. I took care of myself. At 37 years old, 5’3 and 120lb I still got my looks from men. I tied my shoulder length hair pulled back in a ponytail.
When I got out of the bathroom Carlie was already changed. She was wearing a tiny string bikini that covered just what it had to. It’s hard to picture your child so grown up, but after a year at school you look at them differently. She was gorgeous. 5’3″ and a size 5. Her honey blonde hair hung down the middle of her back. I kind of laughed inwardly. I remembered when my tits stood out like that. Not that they still weren’t good, just not like that.
Then I wondered where she changed.
“Where did you change?” I asked.
“In the loft,” she replied. “Why?”
“Not a lot of privacy up there” I said.
“Oh, I didn’t think of that. Oh well. If someone wants to look that badly let them,” she quipped and then laughed, “the only person out there was daddy, and I’m pretty sure he wasn’t trying to peep on me.”
She headed out the door. As she did my husband was coming in to change. I wondered if he had seen her, and what he’d seen if he did. For some reason the thought made me feel uncomfortable. I didn’t analyze it then, but in retrospect I realize there were a few emotions going on. I was a little jealous, not that he might of looked, but more that she was getting looked at and I wasn’t. I was proud of her body, but a little bothered it might get more looks than mine. At the time though, I just brushed it off.
I waited for Jim to change then headed out to the beach. As I walked there from the house I turned and looked. I realized that almost anywhere you stood in on the glass side of the house you could see in the entire house except the bathroom. Where the boys had set up their tent you could also see the entire loft. I wondered if the boys had seen anything.