The (Maybe Not Only) One Night Stand

IC:

It was early, too early. I knew that without having to even open my eyes. My body ached from whatever the hell went on last night and my head felt like it weighed a hundred pounds. With my face in the pillow, I finally managed to force my eyes open. It was dark, the only light in the room coming from street lamps outside of the window, but immediately I knew that my surroundings were unfamiliar. I let out a heavy sigh, scolding myself on the inside for drinking too much and sleeping too long in this bed that belongs to God know's who. Face still in the pillow, I felt around the nightstand next to me for my cell phone to look at the time .. no luck. I stretched a little further to reach the floor, the cold touch of the hardwood taking me by surprise. My hand roamed the floor for a minute or two, feeling over one .. two heels, a bra, a tank top, and then finally my jeans from last night. Trying not to make much noise, I pulled the jeans onto the bed and lifted myself up onto my elbows. I felt the pockets until I reached the right one and pulled out my phone.

"Shit," I let out as the bright light filled the room. My mind was too busy trying to remember the events of the night to even think of what a bad idea that was. I quickly dimmed the light on the phone and found the time - 4:37 a.m. What the fuck was I going to do at 4:30 in the morning? I had 3 missed calls from my girlfriend, and I remembered going to a club downtown to celebrate her promotion at work. The usual drinks started flowing, dancing happened, and then the guy happened ... fuck - the guy. I knew all along that I had obviously been in a strangers bed, but replaying the events of the night made the whole thing more real. I dropped my head and closed my eyes, praying that this time I at least went home with a decent guy.

"Please be good looking, please, please, please," I pleaded to myself. With another deep breath I raised my head, turning to look at the person I was sleeping next to. Of course my luck, his back was to me and I craned my neck to try and get a glimpse of his face. In the dark it was hard to tell, but it seemed that my drunk goggles had done an okay job for me last night. I stared a bit longer at the man next to me. What little bit of light shining through the window was illuminating the shape of his shoulder and back that was in my view. Again, in the dark, it was difficult to see, but I could tell that this was a man who took decent care of himself. The blanket was only covering up to his hips, and I could see how his body was sculpted almost to his bum. I reached for the blanket to sneak a peek of that bum, but as I did I felt him rustle a bit next to me.

Almost instantaneously, I face-planted back into the pillow, my curly auburn hair covering my face, and pretended to be asleep. Who likes that awkward morning after conversation anyways? Isn't it best to sneak out while they're still sleeping? This was usually my plan, but at 4:30 in the morning it was such an awkward time. What Uber driver would be wandering around at 4:30 in the morning when the bars close at 2? I figured that if I could find out where I am, maybe I could walk home. I also suddenly felt the urge to pee. After about 5 minutes of laying still and ensuring he was still asleep, I decided to make my move. Moving as slow as possible, I slid my legs out from under the blanket and let them fall to the floor. I reached down and grabbed my red tank top I'd worn last night, and pulled it over my head. Using my phone for a bit of light, I found my panties on the floor as well. I stood up to slide the pair of black panties back on and tip-toed my way to what I thought was the bathroom.

Being a girl with the best luck in the world, what I thought was the bathroom was just a closet. Shit, shit, shit. I scanned the room again looking for a door and heard him rustle in bed again - I froze and finally saw the bathroom. Once he was settled again, I tip-toed my way across the room, making more noise than I planned for or would have liked to make, but gees. How much stuff could one person have on the floor? The door creaked as I opened it and I slid inside, pushing the door almost closed behind me. I felt around the wall for the light switch, and when I finally found it, I was pleasantly surprised at how nice it was in there. For a dude, he had a pretty clean bathroom. No dirty towels or underwear laying around. It seemed nicely decorated with a dark marbled counter-top and matching tile. I was impressed; it really is the little things.

I quietly lifted the seat and sat down to do my business. The cold of the toilet seat caught me more by surprise than it should have, and I actually jolted a bit from the sting. What was that about? I thought to myself, but quickly remembered I had an escape to plan. I pulled up my uber app just in case, but found none even close. I realized we weren't even close to the city, which would make walking impossible. I quickly text my girlfriend, Michelle, letting her know that I was okay and to please answer me if she got this because I needed a ride ASAP. Not sure if I should flush the toilet or not, I shrugged and put the seat back down after pulling my panties back up. I set my phone on the sink as I washed my hands, taking in the wonderful sent of the hand soap. As I washed my hands I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My curly hair was disheveled and going every which way and my eyes were darkened by the smearing of my makeup - I was a hot mess. But other than my unsettled hair and makeup, a slight red mark on my neck caught my attention. I leaned in closer to the mirror to get a better look, my hand reaching for the markings which were a little sensitive to the touch.

This made me curious about the sting I felt from the toilet seat and I turned to see my ass in the mirror. I had to stand on my tip toes for it to be in view, and I reached behind to pull my panties to the side. With a difficult view, I could still see that my ass was quite pink. "What in the fuck did I get myself into?" I asked myself. But as my hand traced the lines of the red spots, I felt a sensation run down my legs and up my back to my neck. My mouth parted as I took in a sharp breath, realizing that the events of this morning - looking at that man and admiring his form, seeing the marks on my neck and my ass, touching them - had all gotten me a bit aroused. I shook my head, thinking to myself that I should probably get out of here before I had a very awkward encounter. I grabbed my phone from the counter, taking a last look in the mirror as I opened the door and flicked off the light.

When I turned my head around, I had already walked straight into what felt like a brick wall. The collision startled me, causing me to drop my phone, take a step back, and let out an expletive that should not be coming out of a lady's mouth. I reached down to pick up my phone as I heard a quiet, but quite sexy chuckle from in front of me at the same time the light flickered back on. Once I grabbed my phone and was back standing upright, I found myself face to face - well, my face was in his chest because holy shit, this man was tall - with the man I'd been trying to avoid all morning.

"You forgot to flush," he said through a smile. The tired, raspy tone to his voice doing nothing to help my current slight state of arousal.

So much for avoiding that awkward encounter, I thought to myself as I let out an awkward laugh.

It had all happened so quickly. Or at least it felt that way. It's completely possible that my now sober self couldn't even convince my mouth to spit out words. I just stood there staring at him like an idiot.

His face was definitely one that made me proud of my drunk goggles last night. They have gotten me into many regretful nights, but as this early morning went on, I was more and more proud of them. I stared at this man's face, studying his eyes, his jaw, his mouth - trying my hardest to remember even the smallest things from last night. Then he flashed me that grin and I remembered seeing him across the bar the night before. I remember that feeling of desire I felt instantly when we met eyes and thinking to myself that I had to have him. Well go me! I congratulated myself, giving drunken me a high five. I'd done well.

My inner celebration was interrupted by the realization that this man was standing in front of my completely naked. Despite my efforts to avert my eyes, I couldn't stop them from trailing down his body and falling upon his rather noticeable cock. I'm sure my eyes widened as it caught my eye. That was inside of me? I felt my body tense slightly as I stared and despite my inability to remember the events of the night, my body sure seemed too.

I was snapped back to reality with his words. His voice was smooth, it demanded you listen without even saying anything of particular importance. I cocked my head back up and our eyes met again, only this time he was closer. He had taken a step into the bathroom, which was not that big, and we were now only inches apart.

"I usually sleep in on Saturdays, But since we're both awake, perhaps we should put this time to use."

I wanted to speak, but I was froze. I took in a sharp breath and tried to not seem as nervous as I was. Who knows what I did last night? My drunk self was a lot more forward and adventurous than my sober one. And right now my sober self just wanted to hide from this man's intense gaze and dangling body parts.

"How about we have some more fun together?" he said as he hooked his hands in my tank top. His flesh barely grazed mine, and it set my body on fire. He has just slightly touched my shoulder but I felt it all the way to my toes. How in the world is this man having this much of an affect on me? The small bit of alcohol still racing through my veins and the arousal I felt coursing through me wanted to find out. However, my nervous, awkward, sober self got the best of me and I recoiled from his touch, taking a small step back. There wasn't much room to move and I was now standing with my back against the shower door.

My brain finally willed my brain to speak, "I ... um ... I should go." I face palmed internally. That's all you've got? I realized how little clothing I had on, and I folded my arms across my chest, both because I was feeling vulnerable and to cover my arousal. My breasts were fighting against me, my nipples fighting against the fabric.

"I'm sure we had a lot of fun last night, sober me isn't as fun," I half smiled, trying to make light of the situation. I didn't want to tell him I couldn't remember a damn thing, but I'm sure my behavior gave it away. I told myself to calm down and play it cool but in this situation, that was easier said than done.

With no where left to go, it was now impossible to escape his touch. I was battling myself with whether or not I even wanted to get away from him. As he spoke, I felt my arousal growing and my body becoming more alert to every sensation.

Goosebumps covered my arms as his hands slid down them, and I sighed a bit of relief as he assured me nothing embarrassing had happened last night. Hopefully he meant it and wasn't just being nice. Demonstrate to me again? I couldn't ... But why couldn't I? I must have done something right if he is willing to do it again. And by the looks of this man and the way my body was reacting to him, he must have definitely been doing something right.


Two, maybe you do remember what happened and you didn't have a good time."I smiled half heartedly and shook my head slightly. I couldn't remember a thing, but even if I did I'm sure it was nothing but wonderful memories. He lifted my arms above my head, and its like I was frozen. I couldn't bring myself to move.. but maybe that was because I didn't want too.

I felt my entire face flush as he mentioned the many orgasms I had had last night. I could feel his gaze on my face, but my eyes couldn't not find his. I watched his mouth as he talked, imagining how it would feel against my own, imagining how it'd feel .. other places.

He removed my shirt completely as he continued talking, and I didn't stop him. Of course I didn't have somewhere to be at 5 in the morning. Even I wasn't that good of a liar to make something up. As I stood there with my breasts exposed to this man, I felt extremely vulnerable, but I fought the urge to cover myself. He would just pull my hands away again anyways. Plus, he's seen me naked and he obviously liked what he saw so why was I so nervous?

As he leaned closer to me, I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. What the hell? I told myself, preparing my body for his touch. My body was on fire. I felt more alive in this moment with this stranger staring at my nearly naked body than I had felt in a long time. Who knew this feeling existed without alcohol?

I was slightly disappointed when instead he reached passed me to turn on the shower. I took the moment of closeness to take in his scent. There was the slight remnant of his cologne, mixed with sweat and sex. It was intoxicating.

I smiled at the thought of the shower. It'd been a very long time since I've showered with anyone other than my dog. Lately the only sex I'd been having were drunken nights like these, and drunken sex didn't usually lead to the shower. Not to mention the thought of seeing water run over his stunning face, those strong shoulders, and that sculpted stomach was one that excited me quite a bit.

Don't you agree? I was overcome by the sensation of his hands on me, the sound of his voice and the feeling of his gaze. After about thirty seconds of silence, I finally built the nerve to look him in the eye for the first time.

"I suppose a shower never hurt anyone," I stammered out. I placed my hands on top of his and slid my panties down my legs. Acting while I still had some nerve, before the realization that I was totally naked, I stepped out of my panties. I stared at them at my feet, once again afraid to meet his gaze. I pushed my hair out of face and stepped backwards towards the shower, fumbling for the door.