House hunting with Mary had been relatively easy. She was easy on the eyes for a 40 something realtor. Blonde hair, I suspected from a bottle, but none the less, blond. Nice blue eyes. Big tits, which definitely made touring homes more pleasant. She knew me and my, now ex-wife. She told me she was divorced too. I hadn't known. Mary knew her real estate and made the transaction go smoothly. A pleasure after dealing with my ex and her snarling lesbian of a lawyer. Fortunately, I had my own snarling lesbian of a lawyer too. In the end, I came out with what I wanted. And a nice new crib to boot. And, no more snarling wife to deal with. Which made certain other activities much more fun!
During the house hunt, Mary had flirted with me, but I figured that was just her way of selling a house. Of course, I could be wrong. One evening, I was sitting at one of my favorite haunts in downtown Durham. Nursing a beer after work, and contemplating the wisdom of ordering bar food, or going home. The kids were with their ex, so the field was clear, but so far nothing had come up. Amber, the chick who sometimes hooked up with me, who sometimes worked at the bar, was nowhere in sight. But, the beer was good and I didn't really have to be home at any particular time. No after work commitments. Then Mary walked in. She was looking good, for a short chick. White blouse that barely covered her big tits, a pair of gray pants that hugged her curves. Damn, I was glad I'd hit the gym more lately. I waived. She is probably meeting someone else here, I thought.
But no, she walked over and slid in the bench next to me. "It's good to see a familiar face." she said. "I'm celebrating, by the way."
"Cool, it's good to see you too. What are we celebrating?"
"I'm a free woman."
