I woke up feeling disoriented; my mouth felt like the Russian army had tromped through it in their stocking feet. I had to piss like a race horse and the pounding in my head was wicked evil. My stomach was not talking to me and seemed to hold a grudge of some kind.
I tried to open my eyes and saw a faint glow from the wall at the end of the bed. This confused me even more as there seemed to be a doorway in that wall. I knew that that wall was an outside wall and had always held some of my favorite pictures because I loved looking at them when I awoke each morning.
I knew I had to get up and go pee or I would be pissing in the bed. As I swung my legs over the side of the bed I noticed a trash can sitting right next to the bed. My head and stomach did not agree with position of my body; and appeared to be mounting a revolt against the action. My head noticed that the room was acting like a carousel and my stomach thought we were on the ocean in a typhoon. The trash can was looking better and better all the time.
As things seemed to settle down my two gray cells got together and determined that this was not my room, I would work on that later. My bladder announced that it was going to be the top priority in my day and was about to empty itself without any intervention. As I staggered to the light it turned out to be a bathroom. Thank god for big favors. I sat down on the seat and pushed my hard-on into a downward angle and proceeded to piss like a racehorse. As my bladder seemed to relinquish its hold on my thoughts I looked around the bathroom and decided it belonged to the female of the species. It now registered that I was completely naked with even my socks gone. This was a rude awaking because I had sworn off any relationships after my 2nd divorce.
While that was rolling around in my head my nose finally asserted itself and told my brain that I smelled like a walking fish factory that had ripened in the sun for about a week. I held my hand up to my mouth breathed out and dam near gave up anything that was left in my stomach.
I decided that a shower was in order and would like to say that I jumped into the shower; however it was a set of complex maneuvers and a very slow shuffle to the rain locker. As I went past the sink I saw a toothpaste tube sitting on top, I unscrewed the top and squeezed a healthy line on my finger and set the tube back on top of the sink. I stuck my finger in my mouth and rubbed the toothpaste on my teeth. Continuing on to the rain locker I successfully turned the cold water on and then the hot to a low level.
As the water rained over my body I used my finger to complete brushing my teeth. I was soaping up for the 2nd time when I felt a pair of hands go around my waist and a pair of tits push into my back.
A voice with a Spanish accent to it said "Hi lover."I must have groaned as she said "You have to watch Jose Cuervo, he will get you every time." As she continued to wash my back she was humming and hugging me and copping a feel every chance she got.
I put both of my gray cells to work trying to figure out what got me to this position. I had attended a party for one of my fellow workers his name was Juan. Juan was a much younger man than me, I was 48 years old and Juan was in his early 20's. I remember the eating delicious Mexican food and having a few beers, the last I remember was having a shot of tequila when Juan announced his marriage to Maria.
I had sworn off hard liquor years before when I had awoke felling like I did now. Evidently, I had more than one tequila.
Maybe now would be a good time for me to give you a little background on myself. I've had two failed marriages, and yes some of the blame rests squarely on my shoulders for that. My last marriage got real ugly at the end and my ex was shouting at me that I had a small dick that she could not feel any more, that I was a lousy lover and didn't know shit about eating pussy. My response to her went along the lines of if she hadn't been putting out for every swinging dick in town she would not have such a big sloppy pussy and she had the morals of an alley cat.
I had caught her cheating on me and decided that enough was enough. The financial part of the divorce was fairly even as we lived in a community property state. That was five years ago and she was out of my life. I tried dating a few times and could not get a 3rd date from any of them. Maybe she had a point.
I was six foot and weighed 195 pounds; I had an extra 10 pounds that I was trying to get rid of but not too hard. My dick was five and a half inches long with a healthy set of balls. I bathed every day and brushed my teeth every day. I thought I was an OK guy. After 2 years of paying alimony to the bitch I was free of all obligations but myself.
I had taken a room in a nice older couple's house for about a third of what my own place would have cost me. I had saved some money and my truck was paid off. My entertainment consisted of internet porn sites and my hand.
Enough about me I still had to figure out what I was going to do about the tits rubbing my back. I slowly turned around and was looking into the hot smoldering brown eyes of a MILF. She looked to be in her late 30's or early 40's she stood even with the top of my eyes and was smiling at me. As I looked her up and down I noticed her full C cup breasts and womanly flair of her hips her long brown hair hung down to the middle of her back.
