There’s a few out and proud Bi’s and sometimes a couple of curious housewives. There’s also the occasional straight girl, usually dragged there ...y some mates after work who come in looking like rabbits in the headlights, but they soon find we’re not that scary. Mostly because we aren’t. We’re not just a bunch of butch lezzers as the locals so sweetly describe us.It’s not a pick-up place but that’s not to say that sort of thing doesn’t happen. I’ve managed to go home with a girl a couple of. It was clear what it was, and where it had been. The clerk recoiled, her fact scrunched up in disgust.“Thank you for letting me used the room, now I need some underwear for my boyfriend.”The clerk didn’t know whether to laugh or call 911. “Your boyfriend? Do you know what size he wears?”I hasn’t expected that question, and fumbled an answer. “He’s about my size.”The clerk gave me a knowing look and walked to a nearby display. “How about these?” She held out the most frilly, feminine panties in. .. hold me ... comfort me. I thought it might be because of his crush on me. I don't know. It just seemed for a moment that he wanted to jump at the chance, but he didn't want me to know he felt that way. I'm not even sure if I know what I'm saying, Mon." I understand. Anyway, what did he say?" He just said, 'Sure, no problem.'" Then what happened?" I scooted over and lay down on the bed, then patted the spot next to me. He joined me, but he didn't really know what to do next. I reached for him. I heard the streaming piss as he relaxed. We both giggled from the sound. I wondered if he would ask me to wipe it afterwards, but he luckily never did, it would have been so embarrassing I thought at the time. He asked me to bring his bath robe before he tiredly wondered off to get some well needed sleep.When I lay in my bed that night I thought about him sexually for the first time ever as I pleased myself. With my fingers rubbing my fanny I thought about his masculine body and what was.