Sunlight in my eyes, burning through the eyelids, hot on the rest of my body, bad case of cotton-mouth, and an overwhelming need to take that nice long first leak of the day. Not the best way to wake up in the world, but not bad by any means.
Last night came back slowly, and I recalled I was on the deck where I had curled up with a bottle of Bailey’s Irish Cream as the party wound down. My slight headache confirmed I had probably landed here as opposed to choosing to find a nice place to sleep off my happy buzz, but probably before I had completely ruined myself for today. Not bad.
Still hadn’t opened my eyes. Wasn’t planning to. Bright sun, bad karma. I reached down to the deck and felt around, hoping… no, not a bottle… no, not that bottle… ugh, what was that, salsa? Shit. Ah, there we go – sunglasses! Both hands involved now, open the frames, slip them over my ears, much darker now. Nice.
Great ocean view from the deck. Waves softly crashing into the shore with a muted thunder while gulls wheeled and arced overhead, screaming at each other in short bursts of gull-speak. Right off a postcard.
I climbed off the wooden chaise lounge and made my way through the sliding glass doors into the living room. Bodies lay everywhere in various stages of dress, the most popular stage of course being completely undressed. It looked like the morning after must have looked in Caligula’s bedroom, and under other circumstances I would have waited longer to shamelessly ogle the lithe naked female forms sprawled every which way. Right now, though, I was a man on a mission.
Bathroom, down the hall, third door on the left. Only had to step over two bodies to get there, one male and one female, the woman snoring softly. Her head was propped up on the man’s naked lap, his cock about an inch from her mouth. I thought I could see a thin trail of dried white on her chin, but her hair covered most of it.
Now THAT was a great way to fall asleep. I was envious of the guy.
The bathroom door was slightly ajar, and I knocked lightly. “Hello?” I said softly. “Impending flood here, might want to clear the way!”
Thank God, no answer! I pushed the door open and walked in, totally fixated on the toilet. It was dark with the lights off and my sunglasses on, the only light coming from a window high on the wall over the tub, but how hard could it really be to find the bowl after all? I unbuckled, unzipped, down with the pants, and started to thank myself for going commando last night as I prepared to aim.
“Nice ass.”
I’d like to say I was suave and debonair, turning slowly and smiling, saying something terribly witty. Naturally I’d be lying. I turned around very quickly, forgetting all about my pants down around my ankles. Oops. I toppled like a bag of bricks to the floor, banging both knees and landing hard beside the tub. “Oooooof!”
The laughter was immediate and melodic, accompanied by the splashing wave sounds of gallons of water abruptly moving. Suddenly my entire back was soaked as water from the tub cascaded over the rim and fell on me. It wasn’t very warm water, so I jerked away from the tub, but didn’t get very far with my ankles still bound by my pants.
“I’m sorry,” I said, trying to sit up as best I could. “I knocked, but no one said anything. I’ll go find a tree or something, hang on just a sec and I’ll be out of here.” I twisted my legs and at least managed to get my pants straightened out so I could (probably) stand up without killing myself.
“Oh, it’s okay,” she said from the tub. “Go ahead, use the toilet. I’ll just sit back and enjoy the view.”
“Um… okay,” I said, still not looking back into the tub. Mom always taught me to be a gentleman and treat women with respect – and besides, after the embarrassment of being caught by surprise like that, the fall, and then the water, my cock wasn’t exactly standing at attention. And I really had to pee…
I stood up and assumed the position, aimed, and – not a damn thing happened. I tried, I strained, I even imagined rushing water and mountain streams, progressing all the way to Niagara Falls, but to no effect. My bladder was threatening to burst, but I couldn’t coax a single drop of fluid out.
“Sounds like we’re having a problem,” she said from behind me, humor in her voice. It was a very nice voice, almost sexy even, full of humor. If she looked as nice as her voice sounded, we would have a problem of a very different nature.
“Not used to an audience, that’s all,” I said, reaching down to pull up my pants. “It’s okay; I’ll just head back outside.”