At 8:00 I was roused from a rather deep sleep by a persistent buzzing sound. As the fog began to lift, I became more conscious of my surroundings and realized that the persistent buzzing sound was the phone ringing. Ugg, I felt like ….
I was hung over. The cobwebs. I have difficulty orienting.
But it all comes back to me in a flash. And I realize that how I feel now is worth what happened earlier. My pussy is swollen and puffy and my ass feels like it was royally fucked, but I am not sore. I feel remarkably good for the activities engaged in. I realize I have cum caked all over my face, and it peels off as I rub it. My lips are covered with flaking bits of cum, and my mouth feels like I swallowed cotton candy, only with a salty and tangy taste. And I tingle at the memories. My breasts are a bit tender, and I think it may be a good day to go braless, let my puppies breathe.
The phone rings again, and this time I answer it.
It is Paul. He and Peter are up, a little worse for the wear, but were calling to see how I was, and if I was available to grab a quick bite to eat, "No not that type of bite, but a breakfast bite" before the start to our workshops. Breakfast wasn't on my mind, but trying to get ready for this morning was. I wasn't sure if I would have been able to, if not for the phone call, and my response – "Give me ten minutes."
I quickly got up and noticed the condition of the bed. I wonder what housekeeping will think? They will probably tell stories of what they think happened. There was still a faint scent of this morning's activities still hanging in the air. What a way to wake up.
I threw on a pair of jeans and my sweater from last night. Feeling the sweater against my bare breasts made me shiver reliving last night, and also provided a quick pick-me-up. Umm, better than coffee. I am thankful that my hair is short, as all I needed was a quick comb out and I was good to go. My eyes looked puffy and red, but, what could I say. Acting like a teenager at my age and I was paying the price. And I would gladly pay it again. Not realizing that I actually would!
I was just about to grab my shoulder bag when I heard a knock at my door. I opened it and smiled as Paul and Peter stood there. I think we were feeling a bit bashful! I enjoyed that moment. Paul asked me how I was doing.
I told him "Well, how do my eyes look?"
He just smiled a bit, and we laughed. Their eyes didn't look all that different from mine.
I stepped out into the hall and closed the door and we walked to the elevator, in silence.
I think we were all mulling over the activities of earlier, and wondering how does that affect us today, not only us, but beyond us. But also, would we be able to look one another in the eye and not feel ashamed.
The elevator arrived and we boarded. We were the only ones in the elevator, but not sure if anyone would be getting on from a lower floor. I took a chance, and said "Thank you".
That seemed to break the ice, as Paul gave my hand a quick affectionate squeeze, and Peter placed his hand on my hip and left it there. I felt like that what we had started was going to turn into a relationship that did not end Wednesday. Paul and Peter were concerned about me, and this morning was not just a fling. I think Paul and Peter didn't want me to feel used or cheap, and I appreciated their concern and the warmth shown so far this morning.
Paul threw his arm around my back as we exited the elevator and Peter was right next to me. I felt as if we wee best of friends on a journey here together. We went to the hotel breakfast bar and took seats next to one another. We chatted about what our morning schedule was like as we sipped our coffee's and looked forward to getting together for the mid day break.