Chapter 3: The Morning After

Tammy lay sprawled out and naked on the bed. She had not yet begun to stir. I had crawled out of bed earlier and was shaking the cobwebs from my brain. I looked over at her. How a woman who had been up half the night, dancing, drinking, and fucking five men could still look so incredibly sexy was amazing to me. She just had that natural innocent beauty that I fell in love with. Well, maybe not so innocent after all, as I saw evidence of last night. But that is something I would have to accept, apparently.

I ordered juice, coffee, and pastries for breakfast to help ease the pain the hangover she probably would have. There was a knock at the door, and it was room service. I opened the door and a young man cheerfully pushed the food cart into the room. He scanned the place to see where he could set up the breakfast when he suddenly saw Tammy’s naked body spread-eagled on the bed, completely exposed. He said, “excuse me, Senor”, and did a head gesture towards her, to acknowledge that he was seeing something he probably should not be seeing. I glanced over at her, and just waved him on in. “It doesn’t matter. She loves the attention”. He smiled and eyeballed her thoroughly, drinking in the vision of her nakedness on display. He took his time in setting up the meal and poured two coffees for us. The young man then paused and waited for further instructions, as if he were waiting for an invitation to join Tammy. “That will be all, thank you”. I said, when I realized he was not going to leave on his own. I figured the day would not start out well if Tammy woke up with a Mexican server staring at her bare ass. It was going to be an interesting enough morning without that added distraction.

I sat at the table and greedily gulped down my first cup of coffee. It was strong and rich tasting. As I sat there, I stared at Tammy’s form laying on the bed. As she changed positions on the bed, her legs were spread wider. I stared at her crotch and realized she had a blob of cum trying to dribble out of her cunt. For some reason I was momentarily hypnotized by that small patch of cream-colored spunk which slowly oozed from her. It was the blend of at least a half dozen ejaculations from last night and just added to the evidence that it was no dream. I wondered what her reaction was going to be once she realized what happened. Would she be furious with me and go ballistic or would she feel guilty and want to beg for forgiveness? I did not still know how I should react to the situation. So, I decided to be cool about it and act like it was just a weird thing that happened that we would deal with. I secretly thought it was incredibly erotic. I wanted to dive on top of her and lick her pussy clean. I wanted to eat her massive cream pie before it all dripped out. But that would really make me look like a perv, probably. I did not know. I started making a little noise to help her wake up.

Her hair was matted over her face, so I could not see her expression as she regained consciousness. She slowly lifted her head and cocked it, looking for me. She raised up, then grabbed a pillow and crushed it under her chest for support. I whispered, “There’s coffee”. She looked at me thru her daze and then smiled when what I said finally penetrated her brain. “Oh, coffee! I need some”. I brought her cup over and sat on the edge of the bed and held it for her. She sat up, and gingerly arranged the pillows to lean against the headboard. After she was comfortable, I gave it to her. She sipped the lukewarm brew and sighed. After a few more sips, she said “Wow, some night last night, right?”