But now he was ready to use it to rationalize himself into a pair of strange panties.
"Hi, Fay. Glad to meet you. I've been watching you for a long time, and, let me tell you, you are one beautiful woman."
"Why, thank you, Tom."
Now that he was this close to her, Tom realized Fay was probably several years older than he was. But still she was a good-looking woman. And a sexy one. It made his blood boil just to watch the way she shifted her body on the barstool.
He ogled her full, out thrusting tits as he spoke to her. "I was wondering if you might like to go get a bite to eat with me."
"Gee, Tom, that sounds real nice."
Honesty demanded he make one confession. "I guess I should tell you, though… I'm married."
She continued to smile brightly. "Oh, that's okay. I guess we've all been that way at one time or another."
"Yeah, I guess. That's real understanding of you, Fay."
They went to a local family restaurant and had hamburgers. Tom didn't even have to throw any hints. Fay invited him over to her apartment for coffee as soon as the waitress had brought their check.
Her apartment was modest, but comfortable.
"Yeah, I've lived here five years now. Feels like home, even though I keep promising myself I'll be moving into something better. I guess I might be here for another five years. Oh, well, that's the breaks, I guess."
Tom realized how easygoing this woman was in comparison to the lively Heather. While he felt some contempt for the woman for her lack of ambition, at the same time he felt rested in her company. She didn't threaten him with her energy, the way Heather often did.
Maybe, too, she'd be happy with his fucking, the way he liked to do it, without making him feel like he was doling out rations.
He was surprised when the big blonde started to take off her clothes.
"Aren't… aren't we going to have a cup of coffee?" he stammered.
It wasn't that he was really thirsty. He just wasn't used to dealing with unknown women. Fay's forthrightness staggered him. It was as if she had nothing to protect, nothing to hold back from him.
Anything he wanted was his for the taking.
That prospect became definitely cheerful when Fay stood naked in front of him. She was a pretty, well-proportioned woman. Her lush tits stood out full and inviting, even without the support of her brassiere. Her waist was narrow. Her belly was smooth and tight. Her ass flared out just the right amount as she turned her back to him and reached into the closet.
"Time for coffee," she said, and smiled as she noticed the evident admiration in his eyes. She slipped a filmy negligee over her nakedness and started to head for the kitchen.