I turned a little to the side on my bed only to feel someone’s flesh against mine. I felt a man by my side; his muscles against my arm were an easy tell to the fact he was indeed a man.
The whole document of the night before in my head was a blank. My remembrance of it was choking with the haze of vague events. It appeared I had been with my friends at a club and I might have had a few to drink. But for the love of heaven, I could not reconcile these to how I got back home from there. Of particular care was that I did not remember how I happened by a man in my own bed. Sure it was my bed, for it was my room; sure it was my room, for the air was mine, and particularly so.
He tossed here and turned there. He was lying on his back in a pair of briefs and had nothing else on.
Did we fuck last night?
I looked up at his face as he slept snugly, and there did figure he was quite a handsome man for a stray actually, if he was, by the way. His lips parted a crack, his breaths rolling deep.
As if feeling the heat of my gaze on him, he and found me staring hard at him questioningly.
“Nice place you’ve got. Thanks for letting me crash here for the night,” the stranger uttered groggily. It wasn’t exactly clear to me how to respond to this. I reckoned it might embarrass him shitless if he knew I hadn’t a clue who he was. So I simply nodded back with a hint of a smile.
He turned to lie on his side, facing me and brought an arm to settle on my bare stomach. Only then did it dawn on me that I had nothing on but my underwear.
I shot glances around almost surreptitiously, looking to find where my clothes were and yet trying not to draw his attention to how shocked and muddled I was.
“You look like marigolds, unveiling a ravishing beauty with the rising of the morning sun,” he said, trailing his finger down my stomach to the waistband of my panties. Using this index finger, he tugged at the band teasingly, hinting a mind to push it down, then looked up at me to carve out an answer from my countenance.
At this point, his erection was mighty obvious. I eyed it coyly, wondering whether I had a piece the junk the previous night. At the bottom of my heart, the thought of having a piece of him aroused me, and this time, full consciously, in case I have had him the night before
I felt the stranger’s finger slip into my black net panties, then his palm. He gently rubbed my love-folds, using his finger to trail down the lines that parted the lips.
I watched his hand play mischief within my panties, and it was totally out of place at this point to ask him who he was. The urgency of the moment called other business at hand, while his finger already had started moving sweetly into my cunt and his palm pushing against my clit, swelling from the pressure.
I let out a quiet moan, reaching out for his cock through his boxer briefs. I felt the head of his stuff jerk toward my hand eagerly. He seemed to have felt something too because he slipped out his hand from my pussy and snappily relieved himself of his briefs. He returned to me and after shooting me a quick glance snatched my panties off to oblivion.
Then he moved to kneel between my legs, spreading me wide open and used the head of his shaft to chisel the entrance of my pussy open. I was dripping wet now, my cunt opening for merciless pounding. Using his tool, he shoved himself deeper into me, playing at the shallow end, exciting my brain near downright lunacy. I closed my eyes and drove my hips nearer against him, wanting more of his meat. He let me my wish as he plunged deeply of a sudden into me that I screamed loud at the impact involuntarily.
I cried out in pleasure as he began moving, thrusting his cock slowly in and out of me. But I had a mind for more. I needed him to fuck me roughly and passionately and I knew exactly how to get him to.
I brought my hands to rest on his shoulder and pushed him back gently off of me. Question beamed from his eyes as I turned around and got on all fours. He fixed himself behind me, his rod grazing my ass. He grabbed me by the waist and swiftly rammed his shaft into me. I cried out again as soon as he found the depth of my cunt, and then began to move my hips back and forth, maniacally. He returned the favour and began moving faster against me too, his pelvis hitting me hard on my ass and his cock sliding into me just as my appetite was whetted keen for.
I continued to rock and buck my ass against him, moaning heavily. I heard him grunt as he held on to me and pumped me fervidly. Then he began grunting even heavier as I felt my waters gathering to a head. I wanted to cum at the same time as him if I could. It was always a thrill for me cumming with my partner. I clenched my sugar walls around him as I felt
him starting to throb inside of me. This caused him to let go and I did same, both of us squealing like animals as we orgasmed.
“That was simply breathtaking,” he managed to utter, still quite out of breath, a couple of seconds after while we lay on the bed.
“Who are you though?” I asked, having had done with pretending. He laughed. “You do not remember?” I shook my head.
“We met last night at the club. You invited me over but were in a totally drunken state and knocked out by the time you took off your clothes and got into bed.” He explained, chuckling. “I was hoping to get another chance with you in the morning, and here we are, aren’t we?” I seemed to have still wrinkled the brow in confusion because he chuckled more, shook his head and said, “My name is Nixon, pleased to make your acquaintance, lady.”
“Same here, stranger,” was all I heard myself mutter in response.
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