The Sun poked through Dorothy's bedroom window. She still slept naked next to me, her head resting softly on my arm. I smiled as I looked at her. It had been quite a night for both of us.
I slipped my arm out from underneath her and I rose. I put on my underpants and shirt and made my way to the kitchen. I began looking through the kitchen for some coffee and a coffee maker.
I must have made more noise than I thought, because suddenly, I heard Dorothy's voice. "Good morning."
"Good morning, my dear," I replied. "How are you feeling this morning?"
"Well," she said, "I woke up this morning thinking, 'Oh, my God, what did I do?'"
That was what I had been afraid of. "Hmmmm. OK. And?"
"And I thought, something ecstatic. Something really fun. Something beautiful. Didn't you feel that way?"
"Yes," I said. "I sure did." I was glad to hear Dorothy's response. She clearly had no regrets. I smiled.
"Say, is there any coffee in the house?" I asked.
"That can wait," Dorothy said with a smile. She walked towards me. She wore nothing but a furry pink robe, which was ever so slightly open, and a pair of fuzzy pink house slippers. Her robe was open just enough that I could see that she was wearing nothing else.
She continued to walk toward me. We embraced. She gave me a big, wet kiss, with a good bit of tongue. I put my hand on Dorothy's shapely butt and pressed her to me. She kicked off her slippers.