I woke very groggy at first. My head was banging from all the alcohol I had consumed at the party. A huge pressure was also pinning my body to the bed. Trying to raise my head, the pounding became so intense that I dropped my head back onto the pillow and cringed until it dulled enough that I could think. Cautiously I opened one eye, the sun gleaming through the window was almost blinding in my state, but I could see enough to tell that the pressure that pinned me down was a man. As the fog slowly began to push back form my consciousness, I could feel the warmth of his sweaty naked body against mine, and smell the heavy aroma of sex in the air about our bodies. My legs spread far apart, the weight of his large body kept me from moving them to a more comfortable position. More fog lifted and I could begin to feel that my head was not the only part of my body that ached, my nipples were very sore, as was my pussy and I realized his penis was still inside me. Cautiously opening my eyes against the bright sunlight once again, I allowed my eyes to begin adjusting to the light, where was I and who was this man?. The ceiling fan appeared to be the one in my bedroom, glancing over to the left I could make out my dresser and glancing to the right I could only see the dark ebony skin of my unknown lover. 'Oh my god This isn't my husband!', my mind screamed at me. The pounding in my head increased to almost impossible levels. 'Calm down or the pounding will get worse', I told myself. 'Think Sara', I thought, 'what happened last night.'
My husband was out of town visiting his ailing mother that weekend, I had gone to a friends surprise birthday party last night. Seeing my husband off at the airport, I was running late and did not have time to stop and grab anything to eat. I had planned on only staying as long as I was obligated to and go home as soon as possible because I knew a few of these friends were real party animals and even though it was a Friday night I really did not want to spend the next day recovering from a hangover. Whatever they had in the punchbowl tasted good, but I knew these friends well enough that the small amount of alcohol I tasted in it was in reality, much stronger. My plan was to nurse one maybe two drinks then escape as quickly as possible.
Startled out of my thoughts as my mysterious lover moved his hips a bit in his sleep, I felt the sharp pain of hair being pulled telling me our pubic hair was glued together from the juices of the sex we had. I was also beginning to become very uncomfortable under his weight. I tried to push him off to the side, but my small 5'2" frame did not have anything close to the leverage to move such a large man. Giving up I drifted back off into my memories of the night before.