Alcohol will make you do strange things. As I woke from what must have been a near coma I felt for a moment as if I were a lucky man. Looking past the pounding headache that I knew would have to be endured I beamed a little as I felt the warm, smooth thigh of a woman brushing against the back of my legs. I slid my left hand behind me and quickly found the warm, hairy crotch of my partner from last night.
"Damn, I got laid!" I thought to myself as I gently stroked my fingers through her soft but slightly matted pubic hair.
To say the least it was sort of a relief to me that I had finally broken a record breaking dry spell. As I had approached and then arrived at middle age my sex life had hit a wall. I had tried to mask my age with the usual ridiculous rituals such as coloring my graying hair and shaving my whitening beard. In my eyes I still had some game left in me but if I did I could not find anyone who wanted to play with me.
Several times during this spell I had cursed some of my earlier relationship decisions, second thinking at least two relationships that would have ended in marriage. Of course every time I had these thoughts all I had to do was talk to my married friends who were not getting any more sex than I was and would realize that I had made the best choices after all. I have to admit that I am too self centered to share my space with another person.
It was a good moment indeed for me since it had been months since I had even gotten close to getting laid let alone actually gotten some pussy. My dilemma was that I did not remember the whole thing at all. I remembered going to a new bar close to my apartment and flirting with a few women as I drank my usual shots of scotch but did not remember much else. I laid there for a few moments stroking her warm pussy which was now starting to become slick with her juices and she began to softly moan. As I stroked her my mind was racing with a troubling thought, "what was her name?"
Even as I was excited at the present scenario I was also troubled by gravity of this situation. I did not know her name, Hell; I didn't even know what she looked like. I tried to come up with sly ways of glazing over the situation if the subject came up, my mind was racing with these scenarios as my fingers were racing through the ever more moist pubic hairs and slipping past her growing clit as my finger slipped into her tight slit causing her to twitch a little. As I slipped into her moist slit she moved her head closer to the back of my neck and softly kissed it.
My groin twinged as she did and I could feel her warm breath sweep across my neck and towards my ear, my dick was beginning to throb with the rhythm of my heartbeat as I felt her chin slip up my neck until her mouth was right next to my ear, I could tell that she was getting turned on by her heavy breathing but I was unsure if she was awake or not. I was still wondering as she first spoke to me.
"Mornin' lover!" she purred
My mind was now racing with excitement, her voice was soft and oh so sexy. I could still feel the warm blasts of her sweet breath on the skin of my neck as I replied to her.
"Mornin' yourself sweetie!"
Without any other conversation she began to run her hand over my back and then slipped it gently between my legs from the back. I slightly moved one of my legs forward and up at which time she began to message my testicles and slipping past them to message my now wildly pulsating dick. I was really enjoying the massage I was getting from her then she stepped it up a notch and ever so slowly began to tease my asshole. The first time she did it I was shocked but the shock did not diminish my erection, it intensified it.
I did not remember ever being so hard; my dick was so hard that it was almost painful. As she continued to work her magic on me I had long ago stopped servicing her with my fingers and was simply letting her do all of the work. I moaned a lot which must have pleased her since she giggled a couple of times. Her soft, sexy giggles were like music to my ears and I lay there in bliss as she worked on me. When she finally stopped stroking me I moved to roll over to face her, as I started to roll over she slipped away from me and rolled onto her back.