We, me and my husband and our kids, are at centre parcs for the weekend with two other couples and their kids. It’s been a great weekend we’ve been swimming, bike riding, out on boats, crazy golf, sky walking. It’s been lovely and the weather has been superb and the kids have loved every minute.
During the day we tend to host at our lodge as it’s closer to the centre where everything is than the other two lodges. The lodges are L shaped and our bedroom is at the tip of the L with the outdoor seating area and bbq set inside the L. Yesterday me and one of the couples, Chris and Charlotte, did the skywalk and then the plan was to have a picnic afterwards. All the food was left at our lodge and after the skywalk me, Chris and Charlotte went back to the lodge to get the food while the others all finished off crazy golf.
When we got back to my lodge I told them I was just going to get changed. I went to my bedroom and took off my vest top but still had on my sports bra and leggings while I was picking what clothes to wear. As I was taking off my leggings I looked out my window at the seating area and Chris was there having a cigarette and he was feeding a squirrel. I didn’t realise he was there and was about to close my curtains when it was like he read my mind as his head suddenly turned and he made eye contact with me while i was bending over with one leg out my leggings and knickers and pulling the other leg down. So far he hasn’t seen anything as our eyes locked together.
I don’t know why I did what I did next. I just carried on. I took my leggings off, then my sports bra so I was now naked. I then pulled on my knickers, then my bottoms and stood there topless looking in my wardrobe like I was deciding what to wear for ten seconds when I already knew. I didn’t look directly but I could still see him outside out the corner of my eye. I then put my hair in a pony tail, put my bra on and then put a top on and turned to the window and made eye contact with him again. We both kind of smiled and then I walked out the bedroom. He came back in from having a cigarette and then the three of us carried the food and drink up like nothing had happened.
Nothing has been said since by any of us and me and Chris haven’t acted any differently.
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Sounds like a French movie with barely any dialogue, where everyone is smoking and just stares at stuff and you are suppose to read their minds and understand what’s going on and think it’s deep. The end.
But the chemistry in the room now that you’re there between you and him…