Amanda was the sister of one of Paul's customers. His job as a mobile computer repairman meant that he got to see into lots of peoples houses and from time to time he would get a pleasant surprise from a grateful owner. However Amanda was only 19. He first saw here in a bright yellow bikini by the pool as he worked on one of her brother' machines. He eventually was hired to maintain her brother's machines which meant regular visits.
Amanda was just what he liked, young, brunette and not yet rid of her puppy fat. She was always friendly and they would sometimes chat when her brother was a bit late. From time to time he's see a bit more cleavage than he ought or a flash of lace panty when she wore a short skirt and sat opposite him.
One night in town about, a year later, he ran into her literally. She was staggering out of the toilets at a big hotel and ran smack into him. She was pretty wasted and he held her as she regained her footing. She smiled, said "hello" and made her way back to the bar. He couldn't see who she was with, if anyone, and hung around the bar for another couple of hours catching glimpses of her from time to time. She was certainly knocking it back.
He noticed she went back into the toilets and after about five minutes hadn't come out. Concerned, he walked over to the door and asked the next woman going in to have a look for her. A minute later the womn re-emerged and told him he'd better come in if he was a friend of the young lady. Amanda was slumped in a cubicle.
Her dress was hiked up and her little lace panties at her knees. This was not how Paul ever wanted to see her with her pants down. He lifted her and the woman obligingly put her panties back in place. She came around, but was very woozy.
Paul decided to take her back to his place. It was in the next city block about five minutes away the walk would do her good. She was clinging to him and not looking too good. Getting her outside the night air hit her with a wallop. She began to retch and just made it to a rubbish bin to throw up. Still holding her Paul wiped her face and a couple of stains on her dress with his handkerchief and threw it away into the bin. She was unsteady on her heels so he persuaded her to take them off and with Paul holding her tightly they headed for his place.
By the time they got to his appartment she was groaning and looking green again. He got her in the door and over the toilet bowl just in time.
She became quite upset about Paul seeing her in such a state. He told her not to worry that she would be staying the night. Her parents would have to be told something. He rang her brother's mobile and he told Paul he'd make up some story to cover her arse with their parents.
Paul's next problem was to get her sober and cleaned up. The dress had to go and it was pretty clear she had no bra on. She'd wet her pants according to the woman in the toilet. Sitting her on the toilet seat he went and got a robe for her. When he got back her head was in her hands and she was moaning. He began to unzip her dress. She looked up at him still very drunk and slurred that this wasn't how she'd imagined getting her gear off with him. That was an interesting thought he'd file away for when she was sober.
He got her dress down around her waist and her full breasts hung free without a hint of sag. He lifted her and pulled the dress and her wet panties to the floor. Drunk or not she was a stunner. As he put her down and knelt to collect her clothing her legs fell open. Paul would be wanking to that sight for a long time to come. Lifting her one last time he got her into the robe, got her to the sink, had her wash her mouth and face and carried her to bed. He put a bucket and a glass of water beside her. She lay on the covers passed out again. He stripped to his underwear and got into bed. This was not how he'd fantasised about sleeping with Amanda.
The next morning when he woke Amanda was sprawled where he'd left her, the robe was open and he was greeted my her well tended pussy. He covered her as best he could, got dressed and took her dress to the local 1 hour dry cleaner. Leaving it there he went to the nearest department store and bought her a clean pair of panties.
She was still asleep when he returned from his errand but she stirred about noon. Shambling out looking deliciously dishevelled. She thanked Paul for saving her last night and apologised for making such a spectacle of herself. It was only when she saw her dress and the new panties that she really blushed. Paul explained that hers had got wet and she'd thrown up on her dress.
"Well I suppose you got to see the goods." She sighed.
"I suppose so. Let's just say you weren't at your best but what I saw you should be very proud of"
"I don't mind that you saw me. I just wish I'd been sober when it happened!" she grinned. "I still feel terrible."
"You will for a while. Maybe I should give you lessons in social drinking."
"I've learnt my lesson. I could have been raped and left in the gutter. How about I put my cheffing skills to use and cook you dinner next Saturday as a 'thankyou'?"
"It's a deal. Oh, by the way Mike's covering for you at home"
"You think of everything!" she said examing her new panties.
"Wonder what Mother would think about you buying me knickers?" she chuckled.
