(This story is a continuation of "Lisa's Jeans Ch.01," and will make a semblance of sense if you read that one first. Enjoy!)
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When I awoke, I was alone. The lights were still on and there was a pillow under my head. A couple of slow deep breaths helped to clear my sight.
I was laying on the floor, pants open, my deflated prick flopped over to one side. The sweat on my body had cooled and dried and I felt a little chilled. No idea how long I'd been out.
I passed out. Holy shit. I had no frame of reference for this. Sure, I'd drunk my fill in times past and awakened with furry teeth and nasty tongue in a place I couldn't recognize, but sex? Passing out from a blow job? And where the hell was Lisa?
Thinking of her whereabouts recalled her heat, her willingness, the look in her eyes as the first spurt of my cum filled her mouth. Sitting up I found my sorry cock pulsing back to hardness. The entire experience strained credulity. Unconsciousness was not an option.
Had I not been thoroughly bested, this would have been funny. So many months of wanting her, carefully plotting the course, and we didn't even fuck. I made her cream her jeans and got a blow job in return, then fainted like an amateur. I thought about calling Lisa but couldn't imagine what to say, so I clambered gratefully into the shower to wash off the residue of our encounter and attempt to restore my dignity.
Thirty minutes later I lounged on the couch, sipping a cold beer while absently flipping the channels on the TV. It felt good to be clean and naked. I prefer to wear little or nothing when hanging around the house. I gave the phone a last look, and decided to let the business with Lisa wait until the morning. Remote in hand, I settled in to watch some bad television.
The ringer woke me from a light doze. I snatched up the receiver reflexively.
"Hello?" There was a brief pause, followed by a throaty chuckle.
"Did I wake you?"
"Lisa?"
"Mmm Hmm."
I sat up. "I was just dozing on the couch watching TV. What's up?" Innocuous question, unless you ask it of someone you passed out in front of.
"Nothing, really. Just lying here. Do you feel all right?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Why did you leave?" The money question. My ears were burning and I could feel a flush creeping across my face.
"Well, Eric, you looked so peaceful, down on the floor like that. I figured if it was that good, you ought to take a rest afterwards." I could hear the laughter in her voice. My embarrassment jumped a notch, and in response to her voice, my dick began to rise. Watching it twitch and slowly grow, I said:
"Imagine my surprise when I rejoin the world to find you gone and my pants open." She chuckled out loud. "I take it you got home ok?"
"Got home fine," Lisa replied. "When I got into my car, I turned on the overhead light. Guess what I saw?"
"Tell me."
She paused. Then, "I looked down at the crotch of my jeans, and there was this big stain. Seeing that stain, after the things you said to me about soaking my pants, almost made me have another orgasm, right there, in my car." I was almost fully erect.