I woke up in a daze.My head was foggy, my thighs a bit sticky and my ass was very sore.
As I stumbled out of bed, I noticed my long satin nightgown was ripped up one seam and the spaghetti straps were broken.I held my head in my hands as I made my way to the bathroom.When I looked in the mirror, a frightful look peered back at me.Disheveled hair, streaked mascara, eye shadow smeared into an incoherent mess, and what remained of my lipstick was smeared badly.
My eyes felt crusty and my face felt like it was shedding its skin.
That’s when a stud of a man sauntered in with a cup of hot coffee. “Here” he said.“You might want it this morning.”I must have struck a quizzical look on my face because he introduced himself to me as Todd, as he stepped closer to me and placed his hands on my hips, pulling us together.I seemed to recall him from last night but some of the details were still a bit foggy.
I thanked him for the coffee and then asked if I might have a few minutes alone.He graciously stepped out and I hiked my gown up and sat on the commode.As I went, I felt my hair which was matted, and I put my face in my palms trying to figure what was going on.When I was finished, I stuck my head out the door to my sitting room, off the bedroom and called out that I was going to take a quick shower and that he should stay a few more minutes.
I quickly dropped the ruined nightgown on the floor, turned on the shower and stepped in.The water was hot and it refreshed me, causing my skin to tingle and burn.I didn’t bother to condition my hair and it really was more a rinse down, rather than warm respite from my day they usually are.I shut off the water and opened the door to find Todd standing there with a warm fluffy towel.It was one of mine obviously but again the confused look prompted him to say “I stuck this in the dryer for a few minutes so it would be fresh and warm for you” I wrapped it around myself, grabbed another towel to bundle my red tinged auburn hair in and followed him to the sitting room.
I sat on the couch and pulled my feet up under myself.My French white-tip pedicured feet were about the only thing still intact from the night before.Todd availed himself of the chair across from me so I took the opportunity to ask what happened last night.
