"Okay that would be great i can't wait" i said. We talked a bit more and she said "i take it you have a foot fetish too as you were staring at my feet.... I said "yes i love nylon feet but i take it you knew that as you seemed to be teasing me and it was driving me wild seeing you dangle your feet from your heels then sliding them in and out of them also". "Well if you're lucky you might get to rub my feet before i give you my tights". "That would be great" i said. As the bus came into town we. Cindy and I went inside; she headed straight for the bedroom. I went to take a leak and by the time I got to the bedroom, she was naked on the bed with only the stockings on. "I left them on for you," she mumbled, a little incoherently. I quickly got undressed and got between her legs and started to kiss and lick her. Normally she wants me to do this until she comes, but she pulled me up and told me to fuck her right away. I got more carried away and fucked her a lot harder than I normally do.. That was it for me I had to see her but how was I going to go about getting her to meet up with me? We continued to talk through the messaging system online until one day she let slip she was going out one evening to a bar, so I thought this is it, I have to make sure I am there when she arrives. She had no idea what I looked like but I knew what she looked like. That evening I went to the bar. I was alone when in she walked, this vision of loveliness.I watched her make her way to the table. I went out to see if I could give her a hand and I found that she had flooded it. I got a wrench and pulled the plug and cleaned it and then set it aside. I told Judy that we needed to let the fumes in the cylinder evaporate and I invited her into the house for coffee. She was intelligent, she was witty, and she was fun to talk to and it soon became our habit to have coffee almost every morning after her idiot husband had gone off to school. I was smart enough to keep my dislike of the asshole.