Handyman Voyeur

Lee wiped his face and looked at the sun, just about to drop below the nearby hills. Days were long in the summer, it must be close to quitting time. He turned and saw a line of nine cows coming in from the far pasture.

Yup, milking time, he thought as he gathered up his tools.

“My God, that’s the best meal I have ever tasted,” Lee said, pushing away from the table.
“Why thank you, Mr. Appleton,” she said, coloring under his comment. “It was a very simple meal.”
“Simple but flawless,” he said, looking at the remains of the meal. Pot roast, potatoes, and shortcake. He would gain a ton.
“Mr. Appleton, I was wondering if you could do me a favor?”
“Sure, anything,” he said quickly.
“I am going into town tomorrow, and I need to bathe. I was wondering if you would mind carrying water for me. This indoor well is old, it doesn’t produce much. The hot water tank on the back of the stove is full, but I need about ten buckets of cold water from outside.

He looked at the tank above the wood burning stove and nodded.

“I’ll refill the basin, while I’m at it,” he said, pushing away from the table. She stood and took the dishes to the sink. As he started for the well, she ran hot water into a wooden bucket and took it into her bedroom. She went out the back door and brought in the tub, from where it hung on the back wall. With a bang, she dropped it on the floor. She was just pouring in the third bucket of hot water, when he came in with a bucket from the well.
“I’d like to use the bath when you are through,” he said.
“Welcome to it,” she nodded. “I’ll save the water.”

She tested the water with a slender hand, as he poured in the seventh bucket of cold water.
“That’s excellent,” she said with a smile. “I will call you when I’m finished. Perhaps you would like to take coffee in the kitchen. He nodded and went out, closing the door behind him. He took the coffee pot off the stove and filled a cup. He tested it. Too hot.
He glanced up at the hot water basin above the stove and turned, grabbing his bucket. Lee watched the fireflies blinking in the pasture, as he spun the handle on the well. The indoor pump was fine, for small things, but the outdoor well was faster. Besides, it was a nice evening.
He started for the house. The sound of water splashing and Raybeth singing, brought a smile to his face. He glanced toward her lighted bedroom window and gasped. She was sitting in the shallow tub with one leg sticking up in the air. She washed her shapely leg. He noticed the gleam of water on her naked breast. He had never seen anything so erotic, or beautiful. Her nakedness startled and excited him.

Lee looked around into the darkness with a guilty expression. He moved silently closer to her bedroom window. The gentle light of the kerosene lamp flickered on her golden skin. Her brown hair was tied up behind her head, baring her slender, perfect neck. Her breasts were large, but firm. He could see a sprinkle of freckles on her chest and the very tops of her breasts. They were magnificent.

“Mr. Appleton, have you ever been to Des Moines?” she asked suddenly. His eyes bugged out in horror. He couldn’t answer from outside her bedroom window. He hurried around the house, splashing water over himself as he ran. He slammed the door conspicuously, then poured water into the tank. The bucket was almost empty.
“Mr. Appleton?”
“Huh, what?” he pretended ignorance.
“I was asking if you have ever been to Des Moines?”
“Ah sure,” he said, looking down at his wet pants.
“Has it changed much in the past few years?”
“It changes almost daily. Since the wagon trains stopped, the steam cars do the job of ferrying folks to the west. Des Moines is a favorite stopping-off place. It’s still a bit rough and rowdy, if that’s what your wondering. But men are not allowed to carry guns inside the city limits any more. They got the law there now.”

“I might take a trip there,” she said thoughtfully. “Oscelo doesn’t have a lot to offer, other than the general store.”
“It’s a 2 day trip,” he said, wishing he could sneak back outside.
“I know, you would have to come along,” she called. His eyes grew wide in surprise. Two days in a wagon with Mrs. Carson would be heaven.

“I… I need to go out,” he called, starting for the door. He opened the door, bucket in hand, before she answered. He hurried to the well, then turned in time to see her standing with a towel in front of her body. She stepped out of the tub and slid out of sight. A picture of her glistening buttocks filled his mind. He stumbled toward the house, with the bucket sloshing water all over him. He opened the door and found her in the far doorway, wiping her face on a white linen towel. She had a full length bathrobe covering her body.

She looked down at his water-soaked body and laughed.
“Mr. Appleton you have…” she stopped when she saw his bulging cock. She watched it, unabashed, as she calmly dried her hair. Lee poured the water into the tank and sank down at the table. The coffee was cool enough to drink. He gulped it down, then snuck a look at Raybeth. She was looking away. She took down a cup and poured herself coffee. She joined him at the table. She smelled fresh and clean.

“I suppose you can see through my curtains, when it’s dark outside,” she said, before sipping her coffee.
“I… I wouldn’t know,” he lied.
She gave him a quizzical smile, then sipped again. “Really? I value honesty above all else, Mr. Appleton.”
“Sorry,” he grunted.
“Did you like what you saw?” she asked, without looking at him.
“Oh God yes,” he said in a gush of air. Realizing what he had said, he swallowed convulsively and drank more coffee.
“I’m still in morning, Mr. Appleton, and will be for the foreseeable future.”
“I understand,” he said quickly.
“But I don’t see any harm in peeking, once in a while,” she said before sipping more coffee. “In fact, I find it very exciting,” she said quietly. “It’s your turn in the tub,” she added, reaching for the pot.

He jumped up and hurried out of the room. Belatedly he realized that he had no clean clothes at hand. He would have to wash up, then rush out of the back door naked, he decided.

Lee took off his shirt, tossing it in a pile by the door. He sat on the edge of the bed and began pulling off his boots. He stopped and felt the soft, comfortable bed. There was a basket near the head of the bed. He looked inside. His eyes widened when he saw the same white panties he had seen on Raybeth earlier that day. Looking around guiltily, he reached into the basket and took them out. He slid his pants down to his ankles and took the panties with him to the tub. He set them carefully aside and began washing.