Rain fell hard; I watched it as it bounced off the pavements, the roof tops and the cars. I love walking in the rain but it was particularly heavy even for me that evening. So there I was peering out of my one bedroom flat at the street below, drinking my second glass of wine.
It was Friday evening, eightyish and my husband had gone away for the weekend on a stag do, which left me on my own and lonesome.
I went to the loo and had a pee when the doorbell rang. I was not expecting anyone: well, I say that, but if it was anyone it could only be my father in law. He came round frequently to have dinner with us. He was widowed three years ago. He had been my father in law for four years.
I always wore whatever I wanted to around my home, even if Fred, my father in law, was coming around. I was never embarrassed in front of him. I always dressed informally and bare minimum, guests or no guests.
So that evening as I was not expecting anyone, I had my night dress on, not a see through one but it was short. I did not bother with a bra but did have my thong on.
I have a fantastic figure. With my ample bosoms, my very trim waist and my broad hips gave me looks from any man and turn a lot of heads when I walked down the street. My actual figures are thirty eight double D's, twenty six inch waist and thirty six inch round the hips. I am tall at six foot four inches, my legs account for most of that.
I work out at the local gym at least three times a week. I have abs to kill for, firm thighs and well defined calves. It was just my facial bone structure which kept me away from any big fashioning deals, that's what they all told me, but I still managed to fashion lingerie for small magazines.
Fred was forty five and a fairly good looking man. My husband got his looks from his dad you could tell. Fred was a tall man, almost as tall as me. He was not slim but did look after himself. Not bald but was getting there.
He always begrudged me marrying his 'little boy' Mitchel. He thought I was too old for him. Granted I was closer to Fred's age, me being thirty six and Mitchel was twenty three. We had met, fell in love and we wed. I still love him and always will.
Even though what happened between my father in law and me; I will always want to be with Mitchel.
I went to answer the door and yes, it was Fred. On opening the door he stepped through and gave me the customary kiss on the cheek and said, "Sorry I'm late, I was waiting for the rain to ease off."
He was soaked, absolutely drenched, he dripped on the floor. He took off his rain coat and handed it to me and he said, "Here dear take this please."
I took it straight through to the bathroom and hung it over the tub. He took other stuff off and hung it on a hook. I brought some old newspapers to put on the floor to soak up the water.
He looked at me and said, "I hope I didn't interrupt you from anything!" He obviously saw the way I was dressed.
He looked at me and asked, "Where's Mitchel? I suppose he's in bed."
I got up off the floor and said, "His off on his boy's weekend, he told you the other day."
Fred scratched his head and said, "Did he! I must have forgotten, sorry."
He looked around and saw there was nothing on the dining table and said, "I suppose I'm either too late or did you not expect me tonight?"
I handed him a towel, he mopped his head and wiped his face. I said, "Well no, I didn't expect you, but now you're here, I'll put something together. Sit down."
He handed me back the towel and said, "No don't bother, if you've eaten."
I walked towards the kitchen and said, "Don't be silly, I've got lots of food in the fridge. What would you like?"
He slowly made his way to the table and sat down and said, "It's fine, I did grab something earlier."
I still thought he would like something, so I put together a ham salad for him. I took it out and he was staring out of the window exactly where I was before he came. The rain still hard, the street below with the lights on, you could see a trail of the lights going up and snaked away round some hills.
I put the plate down on the table and asked, "What would you like to drink?"
He said, "I see you're having wine, I wouldn't mind a beer if you have one."
I went and fetched him a can and poured it out into a beer glass.
He sat down and ate his salad; I picked up my wine glass and went back to the window.
Fred asked, "So where is it Mitchel and the lads have gone?"
I did not turn round; I stared at the rain in the distance and said, "To a club in the next state."
Fred asked, "So he'll be back late then?"
I pulled out a chair from the table and placed it in front of the window; I sat and said, "He and the others are staying over, their back on Sunday evening sometime."
Silence fell around the room and I got up for a refill. I was in the kitchen when Fred asked, "Have you been out at work today?"
I called out from the kitchen as I poured the wine, "Yes, it was just for a few hours this morning."
I felt a bit down and lonely without Mitchel so I filled up a bit more than the usual in the glass. I walked out and saw Fred as he got up. I said, "Leave the dish, I'll clear up later."
I got closer to him and as he got up he said, "It's okay I'll..."
That's when he turned with the dish and cutlery in his hands, he turned and walked into me and we collided. The plate and cutlery crashed to the floor and my over filled glass of wine over both of us.
We both apologised to each other profusely. We both at the same time bent down to pick up the dropped items and banged our heads together. We ended up on the floor, the items between us and we were stained with the red of the wine.
We both looked at each other and laughed both with a hand to our heads, massaging the bruised spot. I looked at him and said, "Sorry I seem to have ruined your shirt."
He seemed not to have heard what I said, I noticed him looking straight at my boobs. I looked down and saw I was also covered in the wine. And with having no bra, my nighty had become see through and my nipples blatantly protruded out.
I looked back at him and said, "Never seen a pair of tits before!"
