Something More

Have you ever woken up to a completely surreal feeling? A situation where you don’t know where you are and how you got there and how long you have been there? Something like that happened with me when I woke up with a wicked ache between my legs and everywhere else for that matter. Every inch of my body hurt, my muscles felt lax and my legs, well let’s just say it would take me a while to learn how to stand let alone walk. I was a bit disoriented as I lay in the dark, trying to get my mind to work. It was completely lax. I couldn’t recall where I was, honestly I couldn’t even move my body, and it ached so badly. I started with my fingers, moving them in circles, creating shapes of an “o”, twisting them around, closing my hand, shaping it into a ball and then releasing it. I was slowly dictated my brain on how to go about pulling my body back to life. This was perhaps the best way to get everything working. I started wriggling my toes, making them shape circles as well, creating a rhythm that my mind picked up fairly quickly. It was dark in the room I noticed and the sheets on the bed were soft, silky, and smooth. The mattress was doing wonders to my back; I made a mental note to buy a new mattress, my old one was killing my back. Someone changed sides next to me and I became still, not moving a muscle. I was holding my breath, trying not to scream, or act irrational. After a few minutes I moved, getting out of bed and making my way to a door which appeared to be a bathroom. Slipping inside and gently closing it behind me, I flicked on the light and looked around. I was naked, standing in front of a full length mirror that covered the wall adjacent to the sink. I sashayed in front of it, shaking my butt in the mirror and relishing how fit my body was. Even at this age, I looked breathtaking. Smirking, I walked to the sink and washed my face, splashing water all over me. I didn’t want to step into a strangers shower but by the looks of it, the guy had a pretty clean place. I always said a person can be judged by the way they keep their kitchen and bathroom. This bathroom was glistening, every counter top clean, dust free. I could eat here and it would be as clean as a laboratory in Houston. There was a bathtub behind the glass mirror, I could see it. It was a door, made of reflective glass. The lights were blunt, shining and reflecting off every surface in the bathroom. An exquisite shower was built in the side of the room, the tiles spotless. The shower was like a small rectangle dug in the floor, covered by glass, and shower heads, lots of them placed in the wall and in the wall opposite the glass. It was one hell of a bathroom, quite the therapy room if I could say so. I stepped into the shower and stood there I felt the urge to update my friend about what happened. It couldn’t just wait. It was long since I was f****d like that. This is the guy who knew and understood every inch of my p***y. I felt new and satisfied. I then placed a call on the phone that I had snuck in the bathroom and dialed a friend’s number, the only friend who I could think of at this exact moment. The phone rang a couple of times before a sleepy voice picked up and said hello in a voice that was dripping with sleep and probably a hangover. I giggled as I spoke on the phone. “Amelia, it’s me,” I whispered into the phone. For some reason I felt like a teenager in that bathroom, calling my best girlfriend, telling her the details of the skimpy stuff I just spent my night doing. “You won’t believe it, I just f****d a total stranger and it was the best s*x ever,” “Oh my God, Madison, you b***h. Wait, whose number are you calling me from? Where are you?” “I have no idea where I am or who I am with but I just had a good f**k, the best one in a long time,” I said excitedly, hoping the guy wouldn’t wake up, although I wouldn’t mind another hot scene, especially not in the shower. I peeped to check if he was listening to my conversation. He slept like a little baby and that made me proud of myself. The s*x exhausted him. “You don’t know? What the hell have you been doing with him then?” she demanded, sleep almost gone from her voice. “What? Can’t I rub it in your face?” I joked. “You b***h, when are you getting out of there?” she asked. “Well I’m leaving as soon as I find my clothes, but by the images that I am having, I reckon I won’t have a piece of cloth left to cover my back,” I said slyly. “Lunch, tomorrow, and you better dish everything,” she said sternly. Deciding a place for lunch, I said yes and hanged up. This was going to be one hell of an evening to recall, especially if I had a sexy bite mark just below my right breast. I got out of the bathroom and using the phone light, scavenged for my clothes. I found my bra and panty on the floor of the bed, my dress lying on the side where the guy was sleeping; my shoes were lying in the door way, my handbag resting on his side table. I checked it for all the items and thank goodness, everything was there. Quickly pulling my clothes on, I took my purse and dashed out of the house, leaving a note behind me, telling the guy that I had an exceptional time. Before I left I saw a bottle of vodka, empty rolling on the kitchen counter. Smiling I closed the front door behind me and walked out on the street. By the looks of it, it was around seven thirty in the morning, and a Sunday. I hailed a cab and gave him the address to my house. Lying back I recalled what a spectacular evening I had spent with the guy. Everything was coming back to me, the bar, the drinks, the dare, the s*x, on the couch, the bed, against the wall. All I wanted to do when I got home was take a long hot bath, change my clothes and get into bed. I made a mental note about the lunch with Amelia and relaxed. This was going to be a long drive, mainly because this guy lived out of the city and I lived in the city. It was going to be a two hour drive. I should have woken him up, I thought as I saw the cars around me roll down the highway, zooming past me in the blink of an eye. Everyone was in a hurry to get back home from a long weekend.