I remember having a terrible headache from the smoke and alcohol the night before. I vaguely remember having sex with the guy in bed with me and when I got up to pee that morning.
It had been an interesting Sunday night about 12 hours prior to my awakening. I drove myself, alone, to one of the popular bars on Sunday night. I put on my sexiest dress. It was tight fitting and came down almost to my knees. I put on my strappy high heels and lots of perfume. I wanted a man that evening and was hoping my attire would attract a suitor for sex.
Once I arrived around 9 p.m. which was early enough to get a table of my own, I ordered a margarita. I frequented that bar and knew the staff and a lot of the guys who were always there. I was there maybe 30 minutes when one of the guys I knew of came up to me and asked me to dance. I said yes and after the dance was over, he asked if he could join me at my table. His name was Julian. I had danced with him many times at that bar, and we had shared drinks together, but I had not gone out with him on dates. He was not a complete unknown to me but to say he was a friend would have been a stretch.
We chatted, danced and talked about the weather, our jobs and our plans for Memorial Day. Around midnight I invited him over to my apartment. He about dropped his drink but said yes. Since we had come in separate cars, he followed me to my apartment, and we walked up together to my apartment which was on the second floor. I never wanted a first-floor apartment due to safety concerns being a single woman.
I invited him inside and offered him another drink. I had whiskey and coke, and he made a drink as did I. I put on some music on the stereo, and we sat next to one another on the couch and talked. He told me he was not dating anyone, and I of course shared the same about me. I felt very comfortable with him. He was a gentleman and was not attempting to make a move on me.
It was then that I decided to make my move.
I was not dating anyone at the time and had not had sex for about three months as I was tired of the dating scene, and I was no longer on the chili cook-off team that provided lovers for me.
I was horny. Yes, I masturbated in my bed, alone, but that was not like having a man make love to me.
I excused myself to go to the bathroom in my bedroom. Once there, I opened the bed. I lit the candles on the nightstands. I took off my clothes but left my strappy heels on and walked back into the living room completely naked except for my high heels.
He was shocked. He about dropped his drink.
I could feel my nipples hardening in the cool air from the air conditioning in South Texas. I put my hands on my hips and said in a loud and commanding voice "Come fuck me now!"
