The first time I used the laundry room in the basement of my building, an older lady came in to check on her dryer, I had seen her a few times before...and remember thinking that she was attractive, in a seasoned way. Each time she was wearing a dress, short heels and stockings(or panty hose). A lot of older ladies like to dress that way and I have no problem with that. She said hello and I asked her how she was doing. We chatted a while and she asked me if I knew anything about computers. . We find a nice quiet area in the back of the store, she leans forward to grab a book, and my hand is drawn to her ass, massaging it, and my fingers slip around the bottom of her skirt. I lift it up exposing her ass, and slide my fingers down her backside and between her legs. Using two fingers I separate her lips, and with my middle finger I begin circling her clit. She breaths in deeply, my fingers slowly speed up, as does her breathing, I feel her juices falling over my hand, and look down to. “No you don’t (need to be getting back). You’re scared to admit to a guy with a dark past that you’ve got fantasies.” I firmly pose.“Look, honestly, I must get going.” She braces her arms straight and starts to stand. She thinks she’s getting away.“Ok then, but before you go, just for me, just to make me happy, sit back down and tell me you’ve never ever had a fantasy.” I’d asked for a simple favour, and her conditioned politeness insists she comply. She sits back. Key's under the mat if you forget anything."Later...Hangover almost gone, John picks his head up slowly. TEN THIRTY! Shit!Campbell's gonna be pissed! It was while he was trying to climb out ofbed that John was able to confirm that he was not, in fact, in his room.This was mostly due to the fact that he didn't own a pink comforter. Thedildo on the side table was a giveaway as well. It was also at this timeJohn realized that he wasn't as far out of his hangover as he hadpreviously thought..