"Well, I don't come here often" Tom replied with a smile, then added "But I certainly do like the looks of the place."Well, I don't come here often" Tom replied with a smile, then added "But I certainly do like the looks of the place." Tom was pleased with his cool act and openly let his eyes flick down at her legs. She smiled as she noticed his downward glance and stuck out her hand. "My name's Beverly." "Nice to meet you, Beverly, my name is Tom. Do you come here often?" "I have an office around the corner and I occasionally like to stop in here after work on my way home" she replied. "What do you do in your office around the corner?" Tom asked, trying to act as charming as possible but unable to conceal a small shakiness in his voice. "I'm a Graphic Artist. My office is also my studio and I tend to spend a lot of time there, but occasionally I need to get out for awhile and just let my hair down". "I know what you mean" Tom said, shaking his head. "I work in a small office myself about a mile from here -- Venture Publications. Just my boss, a couple of co-workers and a secretary. All women, which definitely has its benefits, but I also tend to spend far too much time there. I live alone and don't really have any responsibilities dragging me home at a regular time each night. It is good to get out once in awhile and just meet some new people". "Sounds like we have a lot in common, Tom. Say! I don't suppose you've had dinner yet, have you?" "No, just a couple of bourbons so I'm nicely mellow. What did you have in mind?" Beverly smiled at him invitingly. "I know this GREAT little place about a mile from here. Very quiet and very casual... actually, it's my place." Tom looked at her a bit stunned but recovered in time to give a small shrug and a smile. "With all the kooks running around, I'm not in the habit of inviting men I just met back to my house, but I feel very comfortable with you. I tend to trust my instincts." "Sounds good to me" he smiled. Should I follow you in my car?" "Actually, I usually walk to work on nice days like today. Why don't we both go in your car, if you don't mind?" "Let's go." Tom said, peeling off a few bills to leave for the tip and standing up. In her high heels, Beverly was about half a head taller than Tom, but she didn't seem to take notice of it and led the way to the door. Tom followed her, staring at the way her ass moved under her skirt as she walked. |