Sarah didn't want to get up. Her body was warm and comfortable, but she felt exhausted. All she wanted to do was keep sleeping. Opening one eye, all she could see was that her bedroom was still dark. It would likely be a long time before her alarm went off. She could just go back to sleep and enjoy the warmth Dan's body was providing from behind her.
As she started to drift off again, her mind registered a familiar but out-of-place scent. Her brain took a moment to try to place it, which was enough to cause Sarah to just teeter on the edge of consciousness. A groan escaped Dan's mouth behind her ear, but it sounded off.
Then, the memory of the previous night came back to her. Her eyes snapped open, and she stared at the wall. It was Lester behind her. That warm, comforting heat wasn't coming from the trim body of her husband, Dan. It was from Lester's oddly proportioned and sweaty body. Her brain finally placed the scent invading her nostrils. It was sex and sweat mixed with Lester's musk.
Sarah noticed sunshine barely emanating from around the edges of her black-out curtains.
Crap.
The light seemed brighter than it should be. Sarah reached over to the bedside table next to her and fumbled for her phone. She clicked it on and saw the time.
"Shit!" Sarah sat up and swung her toned legs off the bed. Her alarm for work hadn't gone off, and she was already running late. There was no way she could make it into the office by her usual time. Now, all she could hope for was getting in just before the morning meeting.
She walked over to the curtains, throwing them open. Light streamed into the room, illuminating the ugly mass of Lester's body beneath her Egyptian cotton sheets. Sarah grimaced at the soft white material stretched across his body. Stains dotted her previously pristine sheets from the sweat and other bodily fluids they had drenched the bed with the previous night.
"Lester, get up!" Sarah scrambled across the room to her closet, quickly trying to find something to wear. She settled on a sharp white blouse that didn't need ironing and a black pencil skirt. Normally, she would take her time and be more considerate of her outfits, but she didn't have time. She grabbed a black pair of heels to finish the outfit before hurriedly fishing out a comfortable pair of bra and panties.
Sarah threw the clothes on the end of her bed before rushing into the bathroom to quickly shower herself. She couldn't go to work smelling of sex, especially when she still felt Lester's cum sloshing around inside of her. She didn't have time to wash her hair, so she just rinsed her body.
She was done in record time and quickly dried herself off before rushing into the bedroom to get dressed.
"Lester, wake up!" Sarah bent over, pulling on her panties before slipping her arms through the straps of her bra. "We're going to be late for work."
Lester didn't budge. His ugly mouth sat open like a toad's, waiting for a mosquito. He was oblivious to what was going on and snoring loudly.
He really needs a CPAP machine.
"Ughh." Sarah pulled on her pencil skirt. "I don't have time for this today!" She walked over to the bed and shook Lester by his shoulders. The fat rolls on his neck jiggled from her effort. "Lester! Wake up!"
Nothing. He was still deep asleep, probably dreaming about last night. Sarah put on her blouse and tucked it into her skirt before reaching behind her and zipping it up. Frustrated, Sarah bent over and yanked the stained bed sheets off Lester, revealing his obscene naked body to the room. Sarah's eyes locked onto this large flaccid cock draped across his thigh, now covered in a crust from the juices she had produced when she came on his cock last night, "LESTER!"
It was no use. The brute wasn't going anywhere.
"Fine," Sarah held her heels in her hands and dashed out of the bedroom and down the stairs. She quickly dropped her heels by the door before rushing into the kitchen to make herself a coffee. She'd pick up lunch somewhere today. She didn't have time to prep it at home. Lester had better wake up, or else she'd have to leave him here.
All the possible issues with Lester staying at her house ran through her mind. What if someone sees him? Maybe her parents drop by the house for whatever reason? What would Lester do here without her being present? She didn't trust him, even though she felt more comfortable with him lately.
Fuck, she had to try and wake him one last time. She poured her coffee into a stainless steel tumbler and poured another into one of Dan's. She rushed back up the stairs and slammed Dan's tumbler down on the bedside table next to Lester.
The trollish man didn't even flinch at the sound. "Lester! I'm late for work. You need to get up and get moving! Please, Lester, come on. Ugh. Lester!"
Lester just continued snoring away, his body turning away from her. Sarah checked the time on her phone again. She was officially late, "I don't have time for this," Sarah marched out of the room. She would just have to leave him here. She couldn't call out today. There was just too much to do with the new CEO starting soon. She'd call Lester on the way. Maybe his ringtone going off would wake him up.
Sarah grabbed her purse and keys and was about to open the front door when she heard loud plodding footsteps on the hardwood floor of the hallway upstairs. Lester was up and shambling towards her.
"Lester! Get your clothes on. I need to go. NOW," Sarah impatiently shouted up the stairs from the doorway. She checked the time again and felt her heart start beating faster. In her entire tenure with the hospital she might have been this late a handful of times. She valued being punctual and having a strict routine for herself. This morning she felt like a complete mess and knew she would be playing catch up all day.
