Her impossibly short skirt clung to her hips, and her smallish but perfectly shaped breasts defiantly pushed against the tight halter-top. Running her...hands through her short blond bob, she stared into her mirrored eyes, and saw all the hard years on the road, all of the things that eyes that young should never have seen. Music dully thudded through the walls. ‘Give it up for Dena,’ the DJ was saying, as the music wound down. A scattered, half hearted applause followed Dena through the flimsy. "How about the fire escape, it's right over there?"We could see the metal bars hooking over the edge of the roof. Carol looked unsure, but we had few options. We could hear what must have been the superintendent from across the roof,"OK, who's up here? No one allowed on the roof. Someone heard you up here." We looked at each other, nodded, and ran for the edge. Carol looked over. When I looked I saw why she'd hesitated. It was a metal ladder leading to the first landing. Then down the stairs. " Thank you very much, you beautiful man, but trying change the subject like that just tells me that you are not being completely honest. Come on, give, what is the whole reason you don't date?" she queried while switching chairs to get within an intimate conversation distance."I'm REALLY not comfortable talking about it, maybe some other time..." Aw, come on Mike, I won't tell anyone else," she purred, "promise."I thought about it and decided to trust her, at least with another portion of it.. You must have noticed.”“Men are so visual,” she giggled and waved her ass at Michael. “You have to see, see, see, peek, peek, peek.” As she pronounced peek, peek, peek, she raised the hem of her tiny skirt and wiggled her flirting ass at Michael. The creases in her ass cheeks poked seductively out of her panties, almost winking at him. She laughed and tugged her skirt back into place. She brought the drinks over for the pair of them.She slid down beside Michael and ran her hand up the inside.