Sunday catchup

I took my daughter to work this morning and did a drive by past B's house; I had a feeling he'd be at work today. His work van wasn't there, so I took the chance and sent him a text asking if he was at work. He replied almost immediately and said he was working, just finishing, and was going to see if I was keen for a coffee. Coffee? You? I replied. I said okay, but where? And then suggested he could come to my home since I was by myself, but that I "wasn't too sure about anything else at the mo". He replied "No worries. Ill drop in if you want".

Meanwhile I had the hubby of the lady who I'm good friends with who lives next to B's work mate, come by to give a hand get a sofa bed of the back of ute (that my other friends hubby picked up for me), and in to the house. They had no sooner left, when B arrived. I hadn't read his part of the message that said he was just finishing (work), so Id expected to be able to shower and put on something a bit nicer. But no, I answered the door with no makeup, my jammie top (that could pass for a normal singlet luckily), unbrushed hair, and no perfume or anything extra.

I unlocked the door and let him in, the zipped to the bathroom to check myself over, and at least brush my hair and teeth!

I was only a minute but when I came out, B was in my kitchen, making himself a coffee! So he really did want a coffee! He asked me if I wanted one, but I said the weather was too hot. He kissed me hello and we hugged. But I felt self conscious. As usual around him. Here is was in my kitchen, a bit of a domesticated scene, and I look so ... a'la naturale.

I said I felt bad I hadnt done anything, like clean up a bit more (I explained about how he must of driven past my friends hubby, who had just left), and that I would've put something a bit nicer on...

We sat out in my back room so he could smoke as well and had a good catch up chat. We talked about my boobs of course, and he wanted to know if I was gonna show them to him. But I swear I still feel like teenager around him. And I didn't show him. We talked about everything people do when they catch up; family, friends that we know the other knows of, work, house hold stuff. In fact, being an electrician by trade, he had a look to see where some places are that a power point could go in my back room. And tried to connect my booster to the tv for me, but I'm missing a cord. And then he started fiddling with a screen in the back room, but the clip that keeps the screen on has fallen off. It was very weird watching him do these things.

He said to me "You've been quiet", and when I asked what he meant, he said that I hadn't been sending many messages or emails or anything. I just shrugged and said " well, you know. You'll be fine. You know where I am. You know I'm here." He had a chuckle when he confirmed that I must of done a drive by this morning to see if his work van was at his home or not...

He asked again whether I was going to show him my "girls". And I told him that I didn't think they were up for any action. I pushed my boobs together and said "Look, they're not quite ready yet. Theres space in the middle." He didn't know what I meant, and I said, "for you. You wouldn't fit in there. I need to be able to give you a snug hold". And he just sort of raised his eyebrows and said "oh!". I explained that raising my arms above my head was a no-no, and even just to brace myself for too long would be painful.

He left about 12, after getting there around 10.20am. He was going to his parents for a while, then home. He was hoping that his wife would've left to go to her Uncles or something by that time, so he could have the house to himself.

He went to his van to get some saline solution for my eye; they were irritated, and he suffers the same kind of thing, and said this would help. I quickly went and checked my boobs, and when he came back I told him to come in the lounge room (out of the way of the front door), and thanked him for the saline. Then I said "Okay, Ill show you. Ive checked them and they're okay." He laughed and said "okay, glad they're alright to show me". He said "woah! they're big kahunas." and I explained how when they're in the bra and with clothes on, they looked normal, but I thought they were big too, naked. He said they were "very nice" and he checked out the scars. And you know, its not until he leaves, when I think of all the things I could've said or done. I shouldve got him to feel them, to see if they felt like real boobs. And if the fact that I hadn't showered was what was holding me back today, from at least showing him my new boobs, he could've waited a few minutes while I had one. Or watched. Or joined me. And I sent him a message saying pretty much just that. I also told him my mind still goes to mush, which is quite annoying.

Hes not sure if hell get to see me before Christmas, but whatever, I said next time I should be "up to it", (sex, that is). He wished me ""Merry Christmas" just in case...

And as soon as he left I wanted to text him to say "come back!".

Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.