of him was so large that if it had been real I supposed I wouldn’t be able to walk for at least a day. No man in my experience was hung like that, so yes this was me, clearly dreaming.
The more I stretched the more I realized that my body felt totally unhinged and sore.
That’s right…tequila…my head suddenly started to throb. I was in for a hurting today.
I leaned over to the once again screaming alarm clock, and hit it, turning it off. Yes, my body was extremely sore, and my legs felt like they were heavy and popped out of their joints.
Pulling myself from my bed, I shook my head appraising my clothes, bra, and panties. I lifted the blanket off my body. Yes, I was totally naked. I didn’t remember taking off my underwear. I must have been that drunk. I stood up, the pressure in my head was heavy, and my legs were sore.
Shit…my hand quick between my legs. I felt the release…looking down…”oh Shit?” I yelled in surprise of what looked possibly as a man’s orgasm seeping from my center. Tinged pink? Hmm, couldn’t be my period?
I was on birth control, so I only had a period every three months. Had I not known any better, I would have thought that I actually had sex last night?
I forced myself into the bathroom turning on the shower and quick to the toilet to wipe myself clean.
“What the hell?” Again, the need to vocalize my shock was to remind me this wasn’t a dream and I was awake. Fuck, Chris didn’t come home with me. This I was sure of. Hell, if he had, there was no way even drunk that I would have had sex with him.
I finished and jumped into the shower not caring that the water was only luke warm. I washed myself thoroughly and stepped out to brush my teeth.
I blew out my long brown hair, and actual styled it. I chose to leave it down today. I applied my makeup and proceeded to my closet to get dressed. The periwinkle dress caught my eyes. It had been a while since I wore it. The dress hugged my body, a tight, but suited styling; the back had an unexpected white “peekaboo” detail popping out from the lower slit. The breast line squared and accentuated my breast in a unusually teasing but conservative manor. I liked this dress a lot.
Not needing a jacket, as it didn’t violate any dress code, having three quarter length sleeves. The dress code forbids us to wear anything sleeveless. In my opinion, a bit outdated, hell this was Maryland, the humidity at times was like a sauna.
Back to my room, I dropped the towel, and put on matching bra and panties, then my thigh high stocking in nude. Unzipping the back of the dress, I stepped in and pulled it up. When my eyes caught the fact that my door was wide open, Charlie was standing in the kitchen, coffee in hand and clearly watching me. His eyes definitely held a hungry look. Dropping my head, shit, he just watched me get dressed. How did I not realize my door was open?
I could hear him put his cup down and walk straight for my room.
Oh, fuck. I shook my head feeling frozen.
Wow, he was quick. I could feel him stand behind me. His breath on my exposed back was sending a wake of blazing electricity down me. I felt his hands at the lowest point of my back just gently touch my skin.
“Let me help you fasten your dress.” His voice was tender and seductive.
Gently pulling at the zipper, he was slow in his effort to zip up the dress.
Shit, the relentless desire was pooling strong at my center. Unable to move, and my breathing became hitched. Jesus, I’m going to have to change my panties. I was sure they were soaked in my relentless arousal.
His pull paused, and his other hand gently slid up the upper part of my back under my hair to the nape of my neck. The sensation of his hands on my skin sent an electrical shock down my spine, landing at my aching core. Fuck me! I felt like my heart was about to jump out of my chest.
Finally, he pushed my hair over my shoulder. Then proceeded to finish zipping me up.
“You have the most flawless skin,” he whispered. Oh shit, I was about to come? His cologne…the same cologne I smelled all