

You sit down and take a swig from your beer. A few moment pass in silence as you look at each other. She seems to be waiting for you to speak first. 'I'm sorry but...I can't see anything wrong with the wall,' you finally say, aware that you're downing your beer too quickly. You've noticed that since sitting down, Marilyn's bra straps have fell off her shoulders, her big tits spilling over the cup and it's made you feel a little nervous. Another laugh escapes from her red lips 'can I be honest with you?' she says, biting her lip. You nod and wait for her to speak again. Embarrassed, she puts her head in her hands for a second - 'god you're gonna think I'm mad, but there's no leak...' she grimaces 'I saw you a few days ago and I thought you were really cute'. She squirms, face screwed up a little. Taken aback, and with no clue of what to say, you stutter a little before saying thank you. There's a pause as you finish your beer. 'so you're a dancer you said?'