We drank so much that night that I can only dimly remember much of what happened. In fact that's why I'm writing this, to claw back some of the details lost in the wine and capture the sensation of the most erotic experience of my life.
The next morning, I noticed a smoked cigarette in the ashtray so we must have spent some time sitting together in the room. There was a nearly empty bottle of her red wine along with my white. But I don't remember anything about getting to the room or being there together. The memories I do have are quite fragmented, moments here and there with no connection or coherence. I think I spent most of the night awake, drifting in and out of consciousness, the desire to fuck fighting off the need to sleep.
The first thing I remember is seeing her lying on the bed passed out, a disappointment and an excitement, unable to act, unable to resist my acts. She was wearing a short lacy black dress beneath the black coat that she had already removed. Without the coat to cover it, the flimsy dress barely reached the middle of her thighs. Inside the dress a basque supported her succulent breasts.
It was quite a struggle to unbuckle her shoes but she didn't stir. I remember removing the lacy thong from underneath her dress but the memory is dim, and I can't recall the thrill of excitement I must have felt as I caught that first glimpse of her naked pussy. I dimly recall spreading her legs to lick her pussy, but the memory's so faint I'm not even sure that's how it was. Perhaps I helped her into bed to keep her warm, because the next I remember she was curled up under the blankets.
She still wore the dress, but it was so short and flimsy it was simple to lift it up and explore her gorgeous ass. For most of the night the lights were on as I admired her sensual body and played with her. She was curled up on her side, with her ass turned towards me, and I must have enjoyed touching her cheeks and rubbing my cock against her anus. Whatever happened, that memory's lost to me. I have the dimmest trace of a memory of standing over her next to the bed as she slept and cumming on her face. She was curled up sleeping with her mouth out of reach turned towards the pillow, and in her sleep she took a corner of the blanket and wiped the cum from her cheek.
I remember getting up again from the bed, standing next to her and trying to fuck her mouth. I would feel beneath her hair in the darkness, turning her head so her mouth was towards me and, feeling her lips with my fingers, place the head of my cock between them. I was able to move my cock head in between her lips, the desire to cum in her mouth overcoming my fatigue but I was never able to manage more than a few strokes before she shifted restlessly to her position sleeping with her head turned to the pillow.
It had been at least 3am when we went to the room, and it was soon 8.30. We both needed to wake up so I caressed and kissed her, saying her name repeatedly, telling her to wake up. As she gradually came awake, I stroked and kissed her hair. My caresses moved downwards, raising her dress to play with her ass. She has full luscious breasts but she keeps fit and trim and her ass looks tiny in proportion, her buttocks hard and round.