![]() That helped ease a few of my nerves about being reunited with the woman I used to fantasize about as a teenager. 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). I wondered what she would looks like now, and I wondered what her breasts would be like now. 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 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." She was going to be coming Tuesday, but now it looks like she will be coming late tonight. "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. I must have thought about that moment thousands of times over my early teenage years. ![]() I saw her whole breasts briefly soon after as she sat up a bit to put her bikini top back on. 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. 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. But my strongest memory of all was of her amazing and very large breasts. 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. ![]() 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.Īs 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. When I was about 11 or 12 she used to babysit me after school until Mom or Dad got home from work. In fact I remembered her well even though I hadnt seen her for probably more than 15 years. "She used to babysit you when you were little." "Remember Rebecca?" My mother asked after hanging up the phone. Oh great I thought, which of my parents friends have I just been signed up to entertain tonight. ![]() "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. I wasnt really paying attention to the conversation until I heard her say: While on our way out there my mother got a call on her mobile. 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. 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. 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. 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. 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. I grew up in Melbourne, Australia, but now live and work in Sydney. 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. This is a true story that happened less than a month ago.
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