Breakfast With Charlie

Breakfast With Charlie

Charlie works right along side his crew prepping, pouring, smoothing, etc. It is back breaking work. He does take privileges like having a nice company truck, and not working when he pleases. Being true to the construction worker mentality, if a big job is scheduled, he shows. Even if he is not at his best from the activities of the night before. There are a couple of guys on his crew that have been with him a long time and can handle most jobs without him.

Having showed up at my house drunk last night and been able to sleep it off better than usual, he is up early. He is fixing breakfast. The kids awake to the smells of good food. I linger in bed awhile, shower and then appear. The kids are already eating. He has insisted they are cleaned up, dressed for school and that their homework is all accounted for before he serves them. Charlie is good in the daddy role. Charlie is an accepted entity to them. They like him. He is one of the few men in my life they let play the daddy role. My kids know about his kids, they've met on a couple of occasions. They've even met his wife Jan. Being kids of divorced parents, they don't think much about extras in a family relationship. They however, at least not as far as I know, don't know he is still married. Actually as I think about it, they are sharp and insightful, so they probably do know.

I am glad I went grocery shopping so there is plenty for Charlie to work with. His specialty is omelettes prepared in a manner that I'd never seen before watching him cook over the months we've been seeing one another. He scrambles the eggs in a bowl, with milk and spices. He cooks bacon in an iron skillet. Then sets aside the bacon, pours the egg batter in until it is at the perfect height on the walls of the skillet. He waits till the egg mixture is bubbling up ever so slightly. On one side he mounds vegetables, onions, tomatoes, garlic, mushrooms and lots and lots of grated cheese. He includes other surprises depending on what is in the fridge. He flips the other half over it, like a calzone. He finesses the edges a bit and flips the whole thing one more time. It is a hit with both me and my kids. Unlike Jerry, Charley isn't a coffee fan. He sees that the kids have both milk and o.j. I don't argue, it is such a staple in most homes but I limit the milk intake at my house. I use skim, which limits their wanting to drink it outright anyway. I do usually have some 2% around to cook with and when I'm really flush, a carton of half & half for my coffee.

The breakfast activities have us running a little late, so Charlie piles them all in his new truck to take them to school. We live plenty close to walk, as they usually do. Charlie's shiny new Silverado has a family size cab with a full back seat. They would've preferred riding in the back bed of the truck like they did in his old one. He insists they ride inside. This pleases me.

Just as he's leaving he says, "I'd like to spend the day with you. If you are willing, come along and I'll drop you at the phone booth. You can call work while I drop the kids at school."

I agree. Chris is already in the front seat, so Charley helps me up from the driver's side into the middle between he and Chris. The number of times I've been calling in sick, and my general lack of interest in my job are tell tale. I am well aware I may be making this a short term employment gig. Something tells me, I really should be worried about that but... After I make the call, I walk back to the condo and begin cleaning up after breakfast.

Charlie arrives, and says, "lets go fishin'."

He usually leaves much earlier in the morning to fish but being that it is fall and the water is a bit chilly, I guess the appropriate time to fish extends further into the day. We get ready to go, loading up some eats, a couple of blankets, and an old quilt. I throw in my pot stash & pipe. Charlie doesn't smoke much but I do. He drops me at the liquor store/bait shop with instructions of what to get. He stuffs some money in my bra and heads to his house to pick up his fishing gear. Jan is a stay at home wife. I know she will be there. I'd much rather be buying provisions for the day than playing duck and cover in the truck while he stops at their house to pick up what he needs.

I give more than a fleeting thought to the fact that depending on what mood he finds Jan in he can easily get way laid, leaving me stranded. It has happened before. I give some thought to what I'll do. "I'll call Mary to come get me. Since I have tequila, beer and snacks, Mary and I will have a great afternoon on Charlie."

Up he drives. He goes in for ice. He brought a cooler from home to stash the ice, beer and OJ. He puts the bait in the cooler. My nose curls in reaction to this move. I acquiesce. We head for Lake Overholzer. It is a smallish manmade lake on the North side of Oklahoma City. Charlie has a favorite spot just below where the creek feeds the lake. It has a kind of beach feel. Most of the rest of the bank is tree covered with a large supply of poison oak at this time of year.

I spread out the pallet of quilts and blankets. He baits the hooks and fiddles with the rods and reels. He motions for me to gather some stones to prop up his rods. He casts them until he has the lines where he wants them. Using the stones I've gathered he props up the rods, resting the reel on the stack and weighting it in place with several more. This allows him to fish without being in constant attendance and with several lines.

I make myself comfortable on the palette, fix myself some liquid sunshine and wait. Shortly Charlie joins me and we process through some tickling and teasing to some pretty heavy petting. There's a zing on one of his lines. He jumps and runs to maneuver the fish into the net. He flops it in another cooler brought for that purpose. He is without his jeans and his dick is extended like a lightening rod from our intimate play. I don't know if it is the anticipation of getting back to me, or of catching a fish but his dick does not show any signs of loosing its rigidity. He is ready to culminate our play into a full fledged outdoor, in front of God and all his creatures, fuck as he rejoins me on the palette. There is another zing before we are finished. He doesn't even acknowledge it.

After several minutes of cuddling post screw, he gets up, goes to the truck and turns the radio up real loud. He checks his lines, re baits the ones that need it and motions for me to break out the eats. We have a makeshift picnic still in a state of undress. As I bend over to get a cracker to go with the cheese and Vienna Sausages, he nonchalantly tweaks my exposed nipple and bends into kiss me.

He says, " You don't even realize how gorgeous you are? You are more fun than anyone I've ever been with, man or woman. I really love you"

I'm beaming. We languish in one another. Charlie catches several more fish. He is fond of saying that getting naked and screwing me brings him more success catching fish than anything else he's ever tried.

I lean over and check his watch. It is getting close to time for school to be out. We pack up and head to my house. He drops me off in the parking lot. He has to go deal with the fish. I need to finish cleaning the kitchen before the kids get home.