Find a place to rest

Leanne was still feeling quite tired after exerting herself so much with the old woman's husband. She didn't want to impose any more on the couple so decided to look for somewhere she could take it easy for a while. Fortunately there was no shortage of other rooms on this floor. The only question was which one to choose?

She figured the door opposite was as good as any so knocked softly and opened the door before stepping inside with a cautious "Hello?". There was no response so she ventured further into the room looking for signs of life. Fortunately it was entirely unoccupied with a nice tempting bed just ready for her to use. "I'll just rest for a few minutes," she told herself. Having convinced herself that it was a solid idea she pulled back the covers and sat down on the edge of the bed before kicking off her pumps and sliding under the covers.

She wasn't sure how long she'd been asleep for but when she opened her eyes Leanne realised a significant period of time had past. She sat up and gave a yawn as she stretched, now feeling much more refreshed. As she swung her legs out of the sheets she stared in disbelief at her bare flesh.

"Where the fuck are my jeans?" she exclaimed aloud. "In fact... Where the fuck are all of my clothes?!" In a panic she checked around the room. She was sure she hadn't taken them off before she got into the bed so where were they? And more importantly, who had removed them? There was no sign of either her clothes or anyone else in the room. She walked around the room completely nude searching for something, hoping she'd forgotten stripping off. She wasn't sure what was worse. That someone had undressed her while she slept or that she now had to walk around Rosefield Manor naked.

With no sign of either her missing items or another person Leanne turned her attention to the wardrobe. At least there should be something in there she could 'borrow' for the time being. She opened the doors and inspected the contents. There wasn't much that she would willingly wear. Old lady not being her preferred style. However in these circumstances she couldn't afford to be choosy.

She picked out a long dark skirt and light blouse. She decided against any underwear. For one reason there was no way she was putting on anything that big and for another second hand underwear was not something she ever wanted to try. Her breasts were pert enough not to need any support and the blouse was too thick to see anything interesting anyway. She did however find a pair or rather sexy black stockings, which she had no problem sliding up her slender legs. "These probably haven't been worn in years... I hope."

With her pumps replaced by a pair of black high heels she was ready to leave. After what had happened she really wanted to get out of that room as quickly as possible. At least now she could walk the hallways again. As she stepped outside the room she saw one of the residents being led along by a member of staff. She gave them both a friendly smile which the worker returned. The old man's response however was more of a seedy grin. His response seemed very unusual. It wasn't as if she looked as hot as normal in these old lady clothes. In any case, rested and once again fully dressed, she now had to decide on her next move.