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I walked to the kitchen half asleep and lazily. The house seemed quiet and still and the early morning chill had my skin tingling. It had been a long time since i woke in a strangers house.
I met Tom at a club the night before. I had gone with friends with no intention of having anything other than a night out. He was sitting watching us from accross the tiny dance floor. I was certain he was looking at my friend Barbara but when he finally approached he asked me to dance. We did not stop dancing until the club was closing and when he asked to drive me home i said yes.
The detor to his house needed no excuse. Dancing with him all night had excited me to the point of not being able to say no. We were naked and tangled long before we reached his bed and i nearly came with his first touch. My husband and i divorced several months before and i was a coiled sexual spring. It seemed to me that we made love all night. I lost precise count somewhere just before dawn.
Now i stood in his kitchen trying to orient myself. I was wearing his shirt. I love the feel of a mans shirt and i could smell him on it. I was shocked to feel myself becoming excited at that scent. My mind flashed back to his wonderful mouth and tongue and i sighed.
As i stood at the counter i became aware of footsteps in the hall. I pretended not to hear and stood at the sink filling the coffee pot with water as Tom approached.
I met Tom at a club the night before. I had gone with friends with no intention of having anything other than a night out. He was sitting watching us from accross the tiny dance floor. I was certain he was looking at my friend Barbara but when he finally approached he asked me to dance. We did not stop dancing until the club was closing and when he asked to drive me home i said yes.
The detor to his house needed no excuse. Dancing with him all night had excited me to the point of not being able to say no. We were naked and tangled long before we reached his bed and i nearly came with his first touch. My husband and i divorced several months before and i was a coiled sexual spring. It seemed to me that we made love all night. I lost precise count somewhere just before dawn.
Now i stood in his kitchen trying to orient myself. I was wearing his shirt. I love the feel of a mans shirt and i could smell him on it. I was shocked to feel myself becoming excited at that scent. My mind flashed back to his wonderful mouth and tongue and i sighed.
As i stood at the counter i became aware of footsteps in the hall. I pretended not to hear and stood at the sink filling the coffee pot with water as Tom approached.