Invent something and leave her for now

Did she really just ask him if he found a girl to 'work off his stress' on afterward? Was that the kind of thing people asked each other around here? People they just met nonetheless? This was all so strange. John thought he should be happy about this. Wasn't this the proof he was looking for? hoping for? it just felt so overwhelming right now... The elevator doors slid open "Uhm.. yes, yes I did. Listen I gotta go now, nice to meet you though" and walked straight out of the elevator. Looking over his shoulder he saw that she was looking after him with a strange look. Now he was more in familiar territory, just embarrassing himself like this...

Lost in thought he didn't even notice for a bit, but he stepped outside to a street he had never seen before. The sun was beaming down on a neat smallish street lined with tropical palm trees and white benches. As he realized this, he stared around, open-mouthed for a bit. This was DEFINITELY not his home. That means that this woman back in the elevator... he shook his head. No way. No fucking way. It couldn't be, right?. But what if it is though, a voice inside him asked, a voice getting louder and louder. Well, there was only one way to find out for sure. John was nervous just thinking about it. As he looked around he saw some people in the distance, standing around chatting to each other. they all looked disappointingly normal and well-behaved... as he turned around he saw someone else walking in his direction. She was quite a bit older than John, probably mid-40s from the looks of it. She had a friendly face, nothing stunningly beautiful though. But John was hypnotized immediately by her boobs. A thin red blouse was the only thing covering her pair of big heavy looking DD breasts. Even bigger probably. John never really understood how bra sizes worked anyway. This was it. If this thing was real and he wasted an opportunity to do this he would never forgive himself.

John walked towards her and she looked up a friendly motherly smile "yes dear?" she asked him. John swallowed. Gathering his courage he was shocked to hear himself saying "Hello. Sorry to bother you but, well I couldn't help but notice your.. your..." After a little pause he finally managed it "Your big boobs" She simply just smiled at him and said "Well thank you, yes The guys do love them haha" There she stood, right in front of him. A woman he just told he loved her fat tits. And she simply laughed and said yes. This was it he just HAD to go further now "Mind if I.. touch them?" she grinned "You wouldn't be the first today, and not the last I assume, go ahead" she said and stood there. right in front of him. An arms reach away. John slowly lifted up his right hand, hovering over her breasts for a bit. She didn't make any attempts to stop him. Oh screw it, John thought and just lowered it the last bit. His hand sank into her soft breast like nothing. He let out an audible little groan as his fingers dug deep into her boob. She didn't seem to be wearing any bra. A second later, meeting no resistance at all his second hand was on her other breast and before John knew it he was groping around all over them. He had no idea if it was 5 seconds or 5 minutes but at some point, she said "dear you are drooling a bit haha" John realized that indeed his mouth stood wide open. "Oh erm.. " he mumbled and pulled his hands back, snapping out of this trance-like state. She looked at him, half smiling, half frowning "you are a bit of a weird one, huh?" she said, pinching him i the cheek. "Have a good one" she said and walked off, as if nothing happened. John blinked after her, still unable to believe what he just did. That was it, right? That was the final proof he needed! He had no idea how. He had no idea why. But it seemed like he was living on a free use island now. A big wide grin slowly spread across his face.