The rain continued to beat against the roof and the windows on the west side of the cabin. Paul sighed and rolled over. He didn't know what time it was, but it was still dark outside, so he figured it must still be early. He was muzzy from sleep, but awake enough to wonder what had disturbed him enough to waken him. Usually he slept right up until the alarm went off.
Realizing his bladder was full, he assumed it had been that which had made him wake up. He slipped out of bed and padded to the bathroom down the hall, the cooler air in the house chilling his nude body. There were other people in the house, his roommates, but he felt sure the partying they had done the night before would keep them unconscious until midmorning. Paul had stayed in because he had an early U.S. History class the next day. Andy and Jerry were phys-ed majors and had wisely scheduled all their classes for afternoons and evenings. That left them free to party hardy all week if they wanted.
The dim glow of the nightlight in the hallway guided his way to the bathroom. He saw the twin glow from the nightlight in there as he neared the partially closed door. Pushing his way through the door, he stopped dead in his tracks, suddenly wide awake. There was a naked woman seated on the toilet, her eyes closed, voiding her own bladder. As she turned to reach for the roll of paper hanging on the vanity, she saw Paul standing there and let out a little "Yipe!" sound. It wasn't too loud, but it sounded immense in the silence of the sleeping house.
Shock had rendered Paul mute and frozen. It was only a couple of seconds, but it was long enough for him to realize that, A.) This was a woman who, while attractive enough, was considerably older than he -- and his roommates; B.) That she had large nipples that poked out at least an inch from the surrounding aureolae; and C.) That after her initial surprise, she didn't seem uncomfortable at finding a strange, naked man watching her pee. He came out of his shock suddenly. Realizing that his cock was erecting, he felt his cheeks redden. Mumbling a stammered apology, he backed out into the hallway quickly and retreated to his room, pushing the door almost closed.
Standing in the dark of his room, he heard the toilet flush. It made him realize that he still had to pee, himself. The need was even worse than it had seemed initially, in fact. He decided to wait a few seconds until the woman must have gone back to wherever the hell she'd come from. The fact that she'd been naked logically suggested that she wasn't a burglar. She must have hooked up with one of the guys during their night of barhopping and had stayed over. Still, she was older than most of the girls they brought home. The woman he'd just seem had to be at least forty, he thought
He poked his head past the frame of the door. The hallway was empty and silent. Wondering if it was Jerry or Andy who had brought the woman home, he tiptoed to the bathroom. He lifted the lid and seat of the toilet and listened to the stream of urine break the silence. Shaking off the excess, he flushed and checked the hall again. Paul hurried to his room and closed the door. He had started to crawl back into bed before realizing that he was not alone. There was just a bit of light from the window, but enough to see that it was the woman from the bathroom.
