The doorbell ringing downstairs

She was startled by the sound, wondering who was here so early. She looked at the clock and it read 10:30 am.

"Ugh, I slept in so late." She said, yawning and stretching herself. The doorbell rang again. She’d slept naked and didn't have time to dress, so she quickly slipped on her white silk robe, thinking she could just pop her head out of the door to get rid of whoever was there. She headed downstairs and opened the door slightly.

"Come on, let me in, it's raining out here," came the distinctive voice of Roy, her mother's boyfriend.

He pushed his way in past her, not giving Carla time to stop him and explain why she hadn't fully opened the door.

"Umm, come on in then," Carla said as the door pushed her back as he rushed inside.

Roy shut the door and turned to look up at Carla.

"Thanks for finally letting me in," he said, laughing, sweeping back his wet hair.

He looked over at her and saw what she was wearing, with so much of her body on display, he smiled widely.

"Wow! Now that's a way to welcome somebody," he laughed.

"I would come over here every day if I knew this was what you wore around the house," Roy said, openly staring at her, eating her whole body up with his eyes, not able to get enough.

"I don't walk around the house like this, I just threw it on, I was in bed and the bell was ringing nonstop, I didn't have time to put any clothes on," Carla shrieked, turning red, becoming flustered. "Hence why I didn't open the door fully, but you pushed in before I could explain, and I wasn’t expecting anyone to come over this early.”

"Well, I'm glad I did, darlin'. If anything, you're overdressed, take it all off," he replied, still staring with a huge smile on his face.

"You’re such a perv," she shot back at him, unable to stop a smile forming on her face. She was used to his looks and jokes whenever she saw him.

"What are you doing here anyway?" Carla asked, trying in vain to cover herself up, realizing the robe was rather see-through and rather short.

"I was in the neighborhood and thought it would be nice to stop by and see you. Is that such a crime?" He said, making Carla feel guilty about being short with him.

"No, I'm sorry, Roy. I'm still a little tired and rather hungover," she said, relaxing her expression.

"Late night, huh? Well, sit down and I'll make us some coffee and you can tell me all about it." Roy said, putting his arm around her and leading her to the table.

"Thanks, coffee does sound amazing right now, my head is still a bit fuzzy," she said, sitting down and watching him move about the kitchen and start brewing some coffee.

"I should probably change first, though. I'm not wearing much," she said, looking down at her short, tight robe, struggling to keep herself covered.

"You just sit there and relax, it's just us two and I sure don't mind about what you're wearing," he said, turning and winking at her with a smirk.

"Yeah, I bet you don't. Mom has told me all about you and that you're a horny old bastard with one thing on your mind," Carla teased.

"Well, she was right about that, except the old part," he shot back, laughing.

"I might have added the old part," Carla said, laughing back with him.

Carla looked at Roy. He was old, to her at least. He was in his late 50's and was somewhat out of shape. He was short in height, only about 5"6, he had a strong chest and a large, round belly which pushed out against the loose-fitting, bright Hawaiian shirt he was wearing. His black hair was shoulder-length and greasy-looking, which he usually wore in a loose ponytail. He had a warm, round, friendly face that always had a big smile on it, bright green eyes, and a thick black mustache.

Carla had liked Roy since the first time she met him. They had always gotten on very well. He could always make her laugh and he had a mischievous smile which she liked, it was impossible to ever stay mad at him. Roy was always very flirtatious towards her, openly telling her how hot she was and often making lewd comments, but that was just Roy, he was a massive flirt. He was however, a great guy. Carla enjoyed being in his company, it was never dull while he was around. She also knew how happy he made her Mom, she had never seen her this happy and that was good enough for her. She smiled at Roy, watching him pour the coffee, cheerfully whistling as he did.

She did realize that she was showing off quite a lot of her body, sat down like this she was sure her body was on display to him.

"I really should get changed, I'm practically naked, it's not very appropriate," Carla said, starting to get up, deciding to make a move to head upstairs to change.

"C'mon, it's just the two of us here and I'm definitely not complaining at all," said Roy, a big, wide smile on his face. “And the coffee is ready now, don’t let it go cold.” Roy put his arms on her shoulder to direct her back into her chair.

Carla paused, knowing that she should go up and change. What would her husband think if he knew, or was Roy right? It was just the two of them, did it really matter?.