He was watching her and she knew it.  She smiled and wondered exactly what kind of guy he really was…was he a ‘guy’s guy’ like one of the boys?  He must have friends and she wondered what they did on Friday nights.  She didn’t figure him to be gay…although his grooming and sense of fashion might indicate otherwise; she went with him being straight.  Then the next obvious question was; what kind of women did he go for?  He was pretty good looking and kept himself in shape so he must have some pride in himself which would preclude him going out with skanky women.  He had money so he could go out to dinner or a club.  Or maybe he just hung out with the guys on Friday nights.<br/><br/>She hadn’t seen any ‘female’ products in the bathroom that might indicate a steady girlfriend.  Maybe he’s between girlfriends.  Kate went with her gut.  He was between girlfriends and he was going to just hang out with the guys tonight.  He had mentioned something about taking her to the mall to shop.  Maybe he would drive her…  She let the thought go.<br/><br/>She turned around and sat down on the bed pretending not to notice him lying there watching her.  She hiked up her skirt and, lifting her left knee, brought her foot up to the edge of the bed and began removing her sock.  Lifting her leg that high gave him just enough view of the tight round curve of her ass.  She removed her sock slowly but not so slowly as to appear obvious.  Then her sense of chaos kicked in.  She bit her lower lip and went for broke.  With her sock down around her ankle she flopped backward onto the bed on her back and drawing her knee up toward her chest slid the sock off and let it fall on the floor.  She then let her left, sockless foot fall on the edge of the bed while she drew her right knee up almost to her shoulder.  Lifting her right foot toward the ceiling she began removing her sock.<br/><br/>She was giving him a perfect view up her skirt where the smooth round curve of her ass blended into the deeper shadows within the folds of her skirt.  She was sure he could see her panties as they rode up along the cheek line and crept into that dark moist area between her legs.  She tugged the sock off by the toe and sat up.  Bending forward she picked up the other sock and folded them together placing the rolled up ball in one of her bags.  Turning her upper body sideways she reached for the bag holding her toiletries; shampoo, soap, body wash.  Then she glanced across the hall.  She did not smile, wink, or fidget.  She just looked at him out of the corner of her eye.  A long moment passed without either of them moving until Kate stood, picked up her bag of toiletries and walked through the door.  She paused between the two rooms and, clutching the bag of toiletries to her chest, spoke to the floor.<br/><br/>“I need to use the bathroom.”<br/><br/>It wasn’t a question it was just a statement of fact.  Suddenly she felt awkward and a little shy, which was totally out of character.  She frowned.  Shy felt weird.<br/><br/>“I won’t be long.  I just need to shower and stuff.  I’ll use one of those green bath towels on the stand.”<br/><br/>She almost said “Thanks” but caught herself.  Without waiting for a response she started down the hall…<br/><br/><br/>