Cole
My eyes opened as I became aware of the morning sunlight shining on my face, and it took me a second to realize the satin sheets draped over my body weren’t my own. My body protested against opening my eyes, but a few more seconds on the fluffy set of pillows my face was buried in didn’t do much to bring back the events of last night. I held in the urge to stretch out my body, which was naked, I realized.
The sunlight was shining in through a tall window that overlooked what sounded like a busy street a few floors down. I looked around them to see nice brick walls and what looked like real hardwood floors. Hell, I couldn’t be that far from the club I’d been to last night. I gave a sleepy murmur and shifted a little, but my pounding head kept me down, and instead I settled on looking at the blank flat screen mounted on the wall opposite the bed.
Huh, Drunk Cole might not have done too bad for himself.
Before congratulating my past self too much, I let myself stretch out, every muscle in my body contracting blissfully as I turned over in the light lavender sheets to see who lay beside me.
I stopped halfway as I realized a leg was draped around one of my own. The woman next to me had a face half-covered in her own dark brown hair, but a button nose poked out. Her body was veiled in the light sheets, but a shapely figure trailed down to the foot of the bed and shifted a little as I moved on the bed. I smiled. Well alright, not half bad, Cole. I leaned in and brushed hair out of her face, to which the woman’s eyes opened just a tad as she, too, seemed to be resisting the morning. Seeing me, they fluttered open wider, and she smiled. I kissed her on the cheek.
“Good morning, Cole,” she giggled, turning away from me playfully.
“Hey,” I smiled back.
She stretched her own length—between the two of us moving around, we’d managed to get most of the sheets off them and crumpled in the space between them. I smoothed my side out and slid closer to the woman next to me.
“After all you had last night, I’m surprised to see you up already, Cole,” she teased, and I felt my heart pick up a moment. Shit, what’s her name? Rather than trying to respond, I opted for the safer way out.
I drew myself under the covers and over to the long, tan legs of the woman sprawled out next to me.
“What’re you doing?” she teasingly drew back as she brushed her hair out of her eyes and tried to see where I was headed. She let herself sink back down into the pillows as she felt my mouth at her lips down below. “Oh…”
I let a murmur of pleasure out as I explored the woman’s pussy with my tongue. I stroked her lips gently at first, brushing the smooth surface as I teased my way towards her clit. I felt the woman inhale sharply as I pushed my tongue up into it. I slipped my hands up around her hips as she started to rock them with the rhythm of my motions. I slowed her, trying to do the work myself as I plunged my face further into her warm mound. Her legs started to clench around me, and I felt her toes scrunch against my side as my facial scruff rubbed against her pussy. Erin, Julie, Leslie? Names flipped through my head, but despite my efforts to buy time, it wasn’t coming back any more than last night’s drinks. I could feel her getting wetter, and I started to grind my own hardening manhood against the bed as I worked. One of my hands drifted up to her breast, but I found her own hands already working her nipples gently. My eyes flicked up to her, but her head was back against the bed. She let it loll backwards in the throes of the relaxed feeling of waking up and the roiling ecstasy of having her pussy eaten. I started to work my tongue more rhythmically against her clit, putting steady pressure on with every stroke, like water from a showerhead. Rachel? Susan? Ashley?
It didn’t take long. After only a few minutes of work, my face sopping wet from my own saliva and the woman’s juices, I felt a shudder in her pelvis as it contracted suddenly—she gasped loudly, muffled, and I looked up to see she had turned her head over to bite a pillow as she let herself get massaged by my tongue. I felt a series of little orgasms roll through the woman’s body before I let myself draw back and crawl up over her body to kiss her neck.
“I don’t remember you being this forward last night,” she whispered into my ear, her long-fingered hand moving down to my cock and starting to massage its generous length.
“You must have had too much to drink,” I husked back to her, holding her head by the chin and making her look into my eyes with a smile.
The mystery woman gasped the next moment as I slid my throbbing member into her waiting pussy, and I found her hips already bobbing up towards mine in hungry anticipation. Just as hungrily, I devoured her naked brown nipples that rocked under me as I worked her cunt. Her hands explored my body as I did, her soft palms feeling up the thick muscles on my shoulders, the rough stubble on my pronounced jaw, drawing my face back up to hers to kiss it as her dark hair got tangled between us. Neither of us cared, we were lost in a haze of ecstasy as my well-honed body worked her cunt like a machine, bucking and pounding rhythmically as more orgasms rolled through her body. Tammy? Beth? Lauren?
As soon as I realized the name just wasn’t going to come to me, I started to let myself ram into her pussy faster, feeling the muscles in my pelvis start to relax as the buildup of the orgasm prepared to wash over me. I heard her start to giggle in anticipation, and she let her arms fall back as she turned her head up just in time for me to pull my cock out of her with a wet noise. After I wrapped my hand around my cock, I think I heard her say “Please!” just as a long stream of pearly cum shot out and across her chest, all the way across her face. She gasped and let her head fall back onto the pillow as my knees buckled and I felt release wash over me, shot after shot of cum blasting out and onto her breast and belly. As my seed spent itself across her sweating, panting, satisfied body, I let myself slump to the side and exhale deeply, listening to her contented sighs.
As she stood up to go clean herself off, I grabbed at her side playfully. She laughed at the tickle as I rolled out of bed to stand up shortly after. Blood rushed to my head, and I held it with one hand as the oth
er stroked my bobbing cock gently. The clock on the nightstand read 11:00 AM. While the mystery woman was still running some water in the bathroom, I grabbed my jeans and started to pull them on.
“Don’t you want to stay for breakfast?” she stuck a lip out while toweling off as she watched me dress.
“Little late for breakfast, don’t you think? Besides, I already ate,” I grinned at her from across the room and darted out before she had a chance to think about it.
The kitchen was the kind of place there might be a lot of after-work house parties, I guessed, and I wonder if I’d stumbled in on one last night after the club.
Pulling on my other shoe as I leaned against the counter, a note on the fridge caught my eye.
Becky
Sounds like you got home safe last night, LOL! Seriously, careful with that fucking stud you brought home, and don’t let the new cleaning lady get a hold of him. Cake from last night is in the fridge! —Carla
I snapped my fingers and chuckled to myself. Becky. Not that it mattered now, anyway, I figured as I hustled down the stairs and out into the hot summer morning to find where I’d left my motorcycle. A decent way’s walk back towards the bars and there she was, in the usual garage, and I was on my way home with the wind whipping around my torso.