Working HARD. Part 1

I had been out chopping wood for the morning and in the afternoon helping to fix a fence on a property I worked on.There was only the boss and me and though I considered myself straight,well, it was kinda lonely.Anyway I liked being out in the country with nothing but miles of woodland between me and the nearest sealed road.
We had finished up for the day and Charlie had instructed me to get cleaned up for dinner.When I say instructed, our relationship was more like two friends than boss and employee.I showered in the outdoor shower recess with the solar heated water and then dressed in clean clothes .The area was open to the elements on one side but there was absolutely nobody to see me, besides the nearest foliage was only a few meters away and there was plenty more for miles beyond it.It was my weekend now and although I would not be going to town I was ostensibly free for 48 hours..
Our meal was delicious and we cleaned up and played cards, as usual.Charlie's outwardly gruff exterior belied the softy he was underneath and our card games were always fun.We had been drinking a few Coors ,laughing and swapping ribald stories.In a previous life Charlie had been a merchant marine and the tales of foreign ports and the long months at sea were quite an eye opener for a young 21 year old .The way he laughed always brought forth my own laughter it was so infectious.
I felt free and happy and safe.I was suntanned from my long days out in the sun and my slim swimmers physique was muscled and rippled from my days of hard labour.The fire cast long tendrils of warmth that mixed with the alcohol to infuse me with pure relaxation .I stretched out on my bean bag( we always sat by the fire in bean bags to play cards) , and it was then I noticed that not only was I supremely relaxed I was at half mast as well..My long heavy gown covered any signs of my arousal , thank god.I would be so embarrassed if Charlie noticed.I never wore anything underneath my gown,I never felt any need to.It was so big and stretched all the way to my feet.It was more than enough to keep me warm on any winter night.It was one of Charlie's robes he had lent me and I appreciated the gesture.He too had one that was wearing now.We must have looked like a pair of
Ewoks playing cards, the thought almost made me smirk, the alcohol was really making me silly.
As we continued to play cards my thoughts began to drift back to my state of arousal.The more I thought , or even tried not to think about it ,the harder I became.It was impossible to stand up or escape the situation without revealing my state ,and it was becoming noticeable even amongst the heavy falls of fabric. I became a little obsessed with the thought, but the more I thought about it the more I began to realise that I did not care.Charlie had more than once remarked about my fit young body,saying what a nice hard arse I had,which I had laughed off awkwardly.Never pushy or aggressive I had realised that Charlie liked me , which was something I kinda liked.
I moved a little on the bean bag ,ever so slightly , however this had the result of ever so slightly opening my robe beneath my navel revealing just the slightest hint of my thick black bush of pubic
hair.I saw Charlie's gaze change and he squirmed a little before putting the next card down.