Why Do Men Like Watching Naked Ladies

This was a story narrated by my cousin, Josephine about a vacation job she had on a farm in the outskirts of her town. Working on a farm to her was like a change of environment after staying in the city for so long.

She stayed with a nice couple and to her everything was exciting and joyful until she made this discovery which desecrated all the excitement and the experiences she has had on the farm so far.

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Next summer, I was 24 years old and had a job in the summer at a farm.

There was a couple who ran it, named Rachel and Steven. They were in their mid-50s and strong and cheerful people.

I lived on their farm in a small apartment at one end of the barn.

There was also a 38-year-old woman named Christine who was tall and beautiful. She wore short shorts and showed off her long brown legs. Christine was strict and guided me firmly through the work day.

I used to wear a singlet and my denim shorts. It was hot in the greenhouse.

  A few minutes' walk from the farm, there was a little undisturbed lake you could swim in. I went out there as often as I could if the weather allowed it.

  I was always there alone and sunbathing my tits in the summer sun. I had almost no tan line from the bra anymore.

  One afternoon I was lying there topless, Christine came cycling and she was obviously coming to swim too.

  We laid there warming ourselves in the afternoon sun and said nothing.

One sunny day after, Christine asked if I wanted to go swimming. I said yes, and we went down to the little lake.

This time Christine took off all her clothes and laid down, naked.

I did not quite like it but not knowing what to do; I decided to drop my bikini also.

It was nice to lie there and feel some wind in my pubic hair. This is something I could never experience from where I'm coming from and decided to participate knowing the lake was safe.

Suddenly we heard footsteps approaching.

The steps were too close we could not run up to grab our cover clothes but rather raced into the river and hide under the water.

I think I was a shade too late and our new company caught a glimpse of my bare breast before I tucked myself under the water.

It was Steven, and upon realising we were swimming naked, with a shy and embarrassing look on his face, he speedily retreated with all the apologies he could utter.

I was a bit furious and disappointed, saying to myself that, I should not have followed Christine. Steven has had a full glimpse of my breast and I could not reverse it.

When I got back to my little apartment, I went straight to shower. On most days when the temperature gets very hot, I spend a lot of time under the shower, sometimes playing with myself and fantasising all manner of sexy acts.

On this very day ss I dried myself, I heard a small squeak. It sounded like it was coming from the other side of the wall, facing the barn.

The next day, after breakfast, I went for a walk in the barn to examine. There were no animals there, just lots of equipment. I examined the wall towards my small apartment. There I found a small hole.

I looked into it and then I looked straight into my shower.

  Had anyone been standing there looking at me the night before?

  I blushed when I thought about it.

  Was it Steven who had been standing there jerking off while I showered?

I got very upset and decided to carefully trap whoever has been coming to watch me bath.

The very next day, due to the high temperatures on the farm, I rushed straight under the shower the moment I stepped into my room.

I believe the culprit may be aware I will jump straight into the shower due to the high temperature coupled with the sweat and drench.

I got a bit nervous as I have to undress, not knowing whether someone is watching. But if I have to get my confirmation, I had to go through the motion and pretend as if I knew nothing.

In the midst of splashing the waters around my body, I stopped and grabbed my big towel and wrap it around my chest and with the shower still running, I walked out as if I'm picking something in the other room.

I quickly run around my building to the barn, I believed the person heard my foot steps and decided to storm out quickly unnoticed.

I doubled my steps almost in a run and was almost in time to catch a glimpse of the person running out of the barn.

My suspicion was confirmed when I realised it was Steven.

I was very annoyed, embarrassed and disappointed.

I have spent almost 8 weeks on the farm with just about a week to go.

How long has Steven being watching my naked body each time I took my bath?

With just about a week to leave the farm, do I report such undisciplined act to his wife and what effect will this have on their wonderful union after I have left.

I thought of all the wonderful times I've had with this couple and the way they extol me, the gifts and the care that his wife Raphael showers on me.

Will Christine get to know this act and the effect it may have on the respect she has towards Steven as her boss?

I thought severally about the ill effects and debilitating nature it could have on their trust for each other and rather decided to let sleeping dog lie.

On the other hand, what if Steven continues this abominable act with other ladies who come to work with them after I'm gone?

I decided to have a direct confrontation with Steven without involving Raphael, but will he accept that he was peeping at me?

The ability to look at him in the face and openly accuse him of such act was something beyond my capability.

The other fact is that, I saw him walking away from the barn, but I have no evidence he was peeping through the hole.

After 7 days, my term came to an end and I packed off and left the farms amidst mixed feelings with Steven pretending to be extra nice than he used to be.

As I leave the farm and on my way to my house, I was still in a dilemma whether I should have reported Steven to Raphael, another voice says I did right by letting it go, but a third voice convicts me of condoling wrong doing.

I was confused and perplexed but the fact that I have stepped foot off the farm I decided to put this behind me and never have to think about it again.