Hah!About the time she had made her own second or third trip to the bathroom, I was finally about to get back to sleep myself when I heard slightly sh...ffling bare feet near the sofa. I poked open one eye and made out the dim figure of Lindsey in the gloom."I can't sleep." She slurred.She had at least changed out of her work clothes and was now wearing the t-shirt I had set out for her ... and from the looks of things not much else. I'm about average size, six feet more or less and wear a size. “That would sort of leave us stuck between a rock and a hard place.” Her eyes dropped to his bulge. “Rock. Hard.” He glanced down at the V of her legs in her tight skirt. “I see where you’re coming from.” “The skirt isn’t that short.” “Wishful thinking?” “My name is Jeanie.” Joe finally stopped playing the game. “Wish I could get a good look at those tits.” The washers and a sign of rules directly behind Joe meant that nobody could possibly see inside through the windows. The door was locked,. It started out awkward as hell, as you can imagine with two strangers meeting. Not only were we different colors, but at the time I was I think about 23 or 24, she was 31 or 32 I guess? Somehow I finally managed to break the ice and started making out with her. After a few minutes she asked me if I wanted to go to the bed room. So I led her by the hand to the bed room and she started to undress. She asked if she could go to the bathroom and freshen up right quick, of course I said yes. On her. When I got there the bar was pritty full so I sat at a table with my back to the wall. I had a rust colored skirt that buttoned up the front and a white blouse on. I really liked the skirt because it complemented my flowing red hair. When I sat down I opened the bottom button on the skirt to give me some leg room and I opened the top button on my blouse to give the guys something to look at or look down depending on where you are standing. After about 30 minutes a good looking guy asked if he.