Joanna woke to the sound of a loud snore. She tried to open her eyes but her eyelids felt like they'd been super-glued together. With more than a little effort she tried again successfully, but closed them immediately as the light of the 100Watt bulb above dazzled her.
There was a heavy weight on top of her, keeping her pinned to the soft mattress. The heavy weight moved slightly with a grunt, and she felt a large hand instinctively tighten its hold on her breast. She remained silent as the stranger continued to move about. He finally settled after raising his thigh in between her open legs until the thigh was firmly locked against her pussy. She felt a dull pain as his leg made contact which could only mean that she had gone all the way - again!
She clenched her butt cheeks, again experiencing a dull pain in her nether regions. She tried to swallow and tasted a familiar salty substance. It must have been some night she thought.
She tried to recall the events of the night before, but drew a blank. She had been in this situation many times before, and was already rehearsing in her mind what she would say to her nameless companion. 'Well I had a great time. Thanks for everything. You were wonderful. I hope we can do this again some time.'
Joanna was finding it difficult to breathe properly with such a heavy load on top of her. She tried sliding along the bed, away from him, but didn't get very far because of his bulk. She heard another snore and her determination grew. She pushed against his hairy arm as hard as she could, and eventually moved off her, rolling to the opposite side of the bed. She took a deep breath as his groping hand left her sensitive breast.
With a concerted effort she raised herself, sat up and opened her eyes to inspect her surroundings. It was a very bright untidy bedroom. There was junk lying everywhere, and a PC was whirring away in the corner. The room smelled of sex, and Vaseline. I've woken up in worse places, she thought.
She took one look at her snoring, overweight, balding partner and shook her head. Well Joanna, she thought, you've really hit rock bottom now. Maybe he was gifted in another area she thought, and decided to have a look. She leaned over and lifted the duvet covers to stare at his man-meat. His thick cock was drooping to one side. She ran her gaze from end to end and smiled.
'There's the beef!' she whispered to herself.
'Good morning,' said Tom groggily.
With a start, Joanna dropped of the duvet, and tried to catch her breath. 'G-Good morning,' she said turning red, hoping he hadn't caught her having a peek.
After clearing her throat, she asked, 'Listen babe, I want to thank you for last night. I am running a bit late right now, so could you point me at the bathroom?'
'Sure, Joanna, it's the second door on the other side of the hall.'
She thought, well at least he remembers my name, and wished she could remember his. She made her way to the edge of the bed and headed for the bathroom.
**
As the bedroom door closed behind her, Tom let out a huge sigh of relief. He had done extremely well to hide his shock, embarrassment, and disbelief at having woken next to a busty attractive naked woman. He couldn't believe that he had managed to blurt out a 'good morning' in such a casual voice. He had remained silent as the shapely nude figure had edged its way to the end of the bed. Tom had stared intently at Joanna's backside as she had walked to the door.
'So it wasn't a dream after all' he whispered to himself. He began to recall all the nasty things he had done to her in the early hours.
He quickly got up, didn't bother dressing, and made his way into the living room where he replaced the video tape with a fresh cassette and hit record - just in case.
As he walked passed the bathroom door, it opened. Joanna stood in the doorway still naked, and said, 'Honey, I can't figure out how to make the shower heat up, can you give me a hand?'
There was a long pause as Tom caught his breath. He took in the full frontal view before regaining his composure, and said, 'yeah, the shower can be a bit temperamental at times. Let me have a look.' As he brushed passed, his elbow made contact with her breast. What drove him wild was that she didn't flinch at the contact.
Tom fiddled with the shower taps for a few seconds until a hot jet of water was beginning to steam up the bathroom. He turned to see that Joanna was watching him with her arms folded, and her teeth chattering. The folded arms seemed to push her chest out even more than usual, and the cold room had woken her dark nipples.
'Ready,' said Tom in a squeaky voice.
Joanna smiled and said, 'In more ways than one, stud,' her eyes directing him to look down.
He felt extremely embarrassed at the sight of his erection, and just stood there speechless as she walked passed him and entered into the shower.
After regaining his composure he left the bathroom, to get dressed.
Several minutes later, Tom was idling in the hallway when Joanna finally opened the bathroom door. He noticed that she had wrapped a blue towel around herself, and a red hand towel around her hair. The blue towel was just big enough to partly cover her still wet breasts, and managed to reach just above the base of her shapely bum.
Tom swallowed. He couldn't take his eyes of her chest area. He loved the way the towel had forced her tits together. He adored the way they jutted out over the towel with just a hint of nipple to keep his interest peaked.
'The most important thing was to remain cool', said a voice in Tom's head. 'If she catches you staring at her like this, then she'll get suspicious, and you'll be in a whole lot of trouble, Tommy boy!' The voice continued, 'Stay calm. Start acting like this was nothing more than a casual a one night stand.'
Joanna did notice him staring at her towel-covered tits. She smiled at him and said, 'Shit, I'm sorry, did I use your last clean towels? They were the only ones I could find in the cupboard.'
Quick as a flash Tom regained his composure and replied, 'You read my mind, Joanna. Don't worry about it, I think I've got a couple of spares in a drawer somewhere.'
'I'll just get changed then,' she said winking and left for the bedroom. He heard the lock on the bedroom door snap shut. There was no way for him to casually walk into the bedroom now, and make up some excuse to be there while she got changed. He wanted to watch her get dressed. The voyeur in him was not going to give up that quickly, and he thought about his video link up.
He made a dash for the living room where he could hear the reassuring mechanical hiss of the video recorder still taping. He tuned his TV and caught sight of Joanna's gorgeous tanned bum as she bent down to pick up her thong off the bed. He could just make out some pubic hair as she bent down even further, exposing more of herself to the video camera.
'Shame I can't work the zoom from in here!' whispered Tom to himself. She unravelled the blue towel from around her body and started wiping herself completely dry. Unfortunately she had her back to the camera - she was facing the bed, causing Tom a great deal of frustration.
Tom giggled like an excited schoolboy as she scratched her bum, totally unaware that her every move was being captured on magnetic tape. She leaned forward again, this time placing her three items of clothing neatly within easy reach on the bed. She then threw the blue towel on the floor and took off the towel covering her wet hair.
To Tom's amazement and delight she turned around and he got a full view of her naked figure. He kissed the TV, kneeled in front of it, and took out his dick for a quick massage. He then realised that she had turned around to look in the small eye-level mirror hanging on the wall.
'Jesus Christ!' he exclaimed as he watched her frantically rub her hair with the red towel. Her breasts were rocking, and knocking into each other because of her frantic arm movements. He almost came, watching the violent collisions.
He prayed that the tape he was using to record this delightful action wasn't chewed. He let go of his dick but remained glued to the TV as she finished drying her hair and started putting on her underwear.
As he watched her struggle to encase her enormous tits in that black re-enforced bra, he truly thought himself to be the luckiest cabbie in London.
Minutes later, a fully dressed Joanna entered the kitchen, where he stood preparing some tea. Tom noticed that even without makeup she still looked stunning. Her brunette hair was still wet, and some thick strands were clinging to her neck and bosom. She looked a little like Jennifer Connelly in the movie Hot Spot, which by lucky coincidence happened to be his favourite movie!
They drank their tea in silence.
Eventually, Joanna put down her half-finished mug, and asked Tom if he remembered seeing her shoes in the bedroom. He nodded and continued drinking his tea as she went to fetch her high-heels.
When she returned, her polite smile had been replaced by a far more angry and upset expression. 'You bastard, what the fuck have you done?' She was almost in tears.
'I don't know what you mean?' pleaded Tom.
'There are pictures of me, naked, all over your computer screen in the bedroom. What did you do to me last night you sick pervert!'
'What did I do? What did I do?…I didn't do anything. You asked me to take those pictures.' Tom was really clutching at straws now.
'Why the fuck would I ask you to take nude pictures of me?'
Tom had to think fast. 'You told me that it turned you on…you told me that you wanted to be famous and that I should post your images on a porn site. You said that it was your birthday and that you wanted to do something wild before you reached your thirties.'
Joanna took a moment allowing the information to sink in. 'Oh my God, what have I done,' she said falling to her knees on the hard tiled kitchen floor.
