Things That Make You Go Hmmm

Thursday night before Christmas I was at a work party when I received a call around 8.30. The number was blocked so I could not see who it was from, but I assumed it was from my daughter as I had just been speaking with her. I answered as if it was (her), but it was not. It was B. He asked where I was, what I was doing. He was up at the local pub and wanted me to join them for a Christmas drink. I asked him who was there with him, and he told me it was mostly work mates. I was about to leave the party anyway as I had my kids to pick up, then I had one of my daughters friends to pick up who was staying the night... I worked out I could meet him around 10.30, and he said he would probably still be there but for not much later than that.

He called again just over an hour later, to make sure I was still coming...It was a bit rushed, but I did all I had to do, including freshening myself up a little, but I got there right on 10.30. I walked in, and went straight to the bar, so that I at least looked a little more like I was meant to be there, as I wandered, looking for him. He is always in the same general area though, and I found him immediately, with two work mates Ive met a number of times before, and some other, much younger work mates.

It was a nice, relatively easy, relaxing time. I love watching how he interacts with everyone. And I like watching the dynamics between people. And men just joke and rib each other all the time. I was finishing off my Corona, and B thought I was leaving. he said something like "you're bailing, aren't you? You've finished your drink and now you're off," and I said that no, I actually wasn't planning on leaving just yet. I think I asked if he was going to buy me a drink then, since it looked like that was the only Christmas present he'd be able to give me, so he did.

The whole time I was conscious of sitting the "right" distance away from him, and not looking intimate in anyway... which was quite difficult. Especially as Id catch him just openly looking at me, and I say "what?" and he would just smile and do a bit of an eyebrow arch thing, or would say something quietly like "you are so fucking hot, you know that right?". One time I thought he was checking out a ring I wore, so I commented on the ring how much I liked the ring etc, and he replied "yeah, it is a cool ring. But I love your fingers. And hands." And I told him how good he looked. Another time he was standing beside me as I was sitting on a stool, and he put his hand on my bum and sorta squeezed. He did that twice and I just couldn't react, because I was worried about bringing attention to the fact. The next time he was telling me how sexy I was I replied "yeah, well fat lot of good that does me", and I was sad for a bit, and wouldn't, couldn't, look at him, but I could feel his eyes on me for a while. Oh, and he also told me how good and natural my boobs looked, but that he knew, from what Id shown him the other day, that they look much bigger uncovered. :-)

Later, when most of his mates had gone (to someones house to play cards), and there was just me, B and R (a work mate) left, he said to me "you know I want you, right? I so want you" And a little after that he said "If things were different, I would snap you up. Just snap you up! But they're not, so...." and I just sorta shrugged.

Anyway, by this time it was 12am or so, and there's just the 3 of us, and the other mate I knew wouldn't take the other guy home, so they asked me, and I agreed. During the exchange though, I hung back, because I didn't know whether maybe I should leave ahead of these guys and not be "seen" with them, or what. They both noticed, and said it was fine.

I asked B if he should be dropped home first then (since he lives literally a minute away), and he said it was up to me. I said "well that's a silly thing to say, because you know the answer to that!" and they both laughed. So I dropped the other guy, R, home, and drove back to B's, but as I was about to turn down a particular street that would take me to his house, he told me to go straight. I knew immediately he would lead me to my own place, and that was confirmed as he motioned for me to turn down a street near my house. I turned and asked why we were going this way, and he said "to your house". Id called to check on my kids a couple of times, and knew my older kids were still awake (from having spoken to them only 1/2 hour before), so I said we couldn't. Dammit. So on I drove.

Again, I went to drive to his place, assuming we'd just pull up somewhere near his house like in the past, and make out for a bit. But again, he told me to turn here and there, and I stopped along side a reserve. And there he said "I just want to kiss you. You don't mind do you?" and I turned the car of completely, and leaned over a little so I could feel his lips... and then it was on, hell for leather. I went wild immediately and straddled him. "Cant I just have you here?" I asked him, and he replied "If you want" so that was that.

For the next 2 hours, we fucked, kissed, and felt our way around almost every part of my car. Oh sweet heaven! He loved my boobs, although he was worried about hurting them / me, but he soon got over that! He said how much he loved just being able to 'screw" so much, and I said I felt like I was 17 again. I came 3 goddamn times, but it took him all that time before he did. And even then he had to finish himself off (he came in my mouth and tasted so good, which I told him). I had no idea it was 2 hours later until afterwards...

After we dressed, I went in search of a tap out front of someones house to fill my water bottle, and B had a smoke. I came back empty handed. We were so hot and sweaty and thirsty. And smelled like sex. Mmmm. I suggested he come back to my place quickly for a shower, but he was worried it would take too long. And I'm thinking, you go home smelling like that, that's just asking for trouble. And if he had a shower, who would have a shower at 2.45am after a normal drinking night out? But, that's for him to worry about, not me.

I dropped him home (near by of course, not out front), and he kissed me good bye, told me how great it'd been to see me, and looked a few seconds longer than he normally does. He got out, lit a smoke, and walked, and I drove away.

It wasn't til I got home (and my daughter and her friend were still awake!), that I remembered he'd told me, quite out of the blue, that he'd been spending more and more time at his mum and dads (who live near me), including spending nights there. In fact last Friday night, apparently, after work, he stayed the night, and didn't wake til 1.45pm Saturday. Id replied something like "Wow, really? you must be tired" and I asked didn't he "get to sleep in ever"? He replied, very seriously, no, he had to wake at 6am. Every. Day. And all the time I was thinking "what does this mean? Is there something else going on?" and had to keep telling myself "no, don't even go down that line of thinking!"

But still, things that make you go 'hmmmm'.

PS. When I woke up the next morning, I had 2 huge bruises on my leg, where it kept rubbing between the seat and the door, and today, 3 days later, my thigh muscles are sooooo sore!