This is a true story that happened less than a month ago. I have been going over and over it in my head since it happened but without anyone I can really talk about it with I felt the urge to write it down and submit it here, I hope you enjoy....
I grew up in Melbourne, Australia, but now live and work in Sydney.
Having not being able to get back home for christmas due to work, I arranged to come home and see my parents for a weekend right after New Years, arriving Friday and flying out again on Monday.
My parents however were leaving town for a couple of weeks Sunday night to celebrate their 39th wedding anniversary and then go and visit their grand children. I decided to stay the extra night anyway so I could maybe catch up with some old high school friends or just take it easy, any excuse to take Monday off work.
The weekend flew by quickly and uneventfully, but it was nice to just be hanging out with my parents and relaxing in the old home I grew up in. Before we knew it it was Sunday night and after a rushed early dinner I helped load their luggage in to the car so I could drive them to the airport.
While on our way out there my mother got a call on her mobile. I wasnt really paying attention to the conversation until I heard her say:
"Um, yeah I guess thats fine, the only thing is James will be there tonight, if you dont mind that I'm sure he wont either." My mother said.
Oh great I thought, which of my parents friends have I just been signed up to entertain tonight.
"Remember Rebecca?" My mother asked after hanging up the phone. "She used to babysit you when you were little."
"Yeah I Do." I replied.
In fact I remembered her well even though I hadnt seen her for probably more than 15 years. When I was about 11 or 12 she used to babysit me after school until Mom or Dad got home from work. She was the daughter of their friends and roughly 10 years older than me, and back when I was 12 I was totally infatuated with her.
As far as I could remember she was the first girl I ever really had 'those' thoughts about and I remembered how I used to think she was the coolest and most beautiful girl in the world. She had the most beautiful face that was almost always sporting big round sunglasses and a cheeky grin, with long light brown hair almost to her waist, and a nice slim athletic figure. But my strongest memory of all was of her amazing and very large breasts. To this day I still remember the extraordinary time that I came home from school to find her sunbathing in the backyard facedown with her bikini top untied. I sat outside near her pretending to play my state of the art "catch the parachutes" handheld video game when really I was just staring at the side of her boobs.
I saw her whole breasts briefly soon after as she sat up a bit to put her bikini top back on. I must have thought about that moment thousands of times over my early teenage years.
"Well." My mother continued. "She is back in town until the end of January, and since her parents place is going to be crowded with all the other kids, we are letting her house sit at our place while we are away. She was going to be coming Tuesday, but now it looks like she will be coming late tonight. I hope that's ok with you, I've made up the spare room for her, show her where the extra bedding is if she needs it."
"Yeah thats all fine." I replied.
I was acting casual but I did feel a little wave of excitement and nervousness run through me, as well as several other thoughts, I'm 35 so she must be about 45 now I thought. I wondered what she would looks like now, and I wondered what her breasts would be like now.
I got home and showered and then got comfortable on the couch and watched some tv while drinking a gin and tonic (the only alcohol I could find in the house). That helped ease a few of my nerves about being reunited with the woman I used to fantasize about as a teenager.
I think I must have drifted off for a bit because before I knew it was 11 o'clock and there was still no sign of Rebecca. Just when I was considering going to bed I heard a key turn and the front door open. I jumped up and turned to meet her.
"Oh sorry, I didn't know if you'd still be up and whether to ring the bell or not, so I just used the key your mum left for me. So, Hi James! Wow look at you all grown up, you're looking good, I hardly recognised you." She said cracking that same cheeky grin I remembered from over 20 years ago.
"Hi!" I said enthusiastically greeting her with a hug. "You're looking good too."
"Oh I dont know about that she said." She said with a laugh.
I laughed too "Yip, tell me about it." I said awkwardly not really knowing why I said that. She was older looking than I had expected but still looked great for 45, the long brown hair was gone and was now shoulder length and blonde, I liked it, it looked very youthful and cool. And she also no longer had her slim figure but was by no means fat and still very attractive. She was also not as tall as I had thought, she was 5 foot 5 at most, I am 6 foot but for some strange reason I was kind of expecting her to be bigger than me still.
She was wearing all black, a skirt that went down below her knees, a tight long-sleeve top with a thin see through a short-sleeved blouse over top. I couldn't be shore with just a quick glance but it seemed her breasts had gotten even bigger than I remembered.
"Your room's down here." I said grabbing her suitcase and pointing down the hall. She walked ahead of me down towards the spare room giving me a good chance to check out the rest of her figure. I noticed she still had quite a slim waist but quite a sexy big round bum that looked great in her tight black skirt. All in all she was still very hot, an older more curvy version of the 22 year old beauty I remembered.
After showing her to her room I returned to the lounge and made myself another gin and tonic,
"What ya drinking?" Rebecca said as she rejoined me in the lounge.
"My parents Gin and tonic." I said with a smile. "Would you like one?"
"Um Actually I brought a bottle of wine with me." She replied "I think I might have a glass of that."
So, we sat and drank gin and wine and talked for quite a while, reminiscing about old times, me telling her about living in Sydney, her telling me about Queensland where she had lived for the last 10 years. It was good fun.
"Wow, look at the time." she said eventually. "I think I'm going to jump in the shower and then hit the hay."
"Yep true, I should get to bed too, back to sydney tomorrow for me." I said yawning and stretching out my arms.
"Well it was great to catch up." She said standing up and momentarily loosing her balance.
"Whoops! I guess 3/4 of a bottle of wine will do that to ya, time for a lie down." she said giggling.
