Back at the hotel

Jeni woke up to the phone ringing, the echoes of the most fantastical of dreams still reverberating in her mind.

"Jeni? Where the fuck are you? The course is about to start!" It was Gwen.

Jeni blinked into focus as she sat up, still in the night before's dress, but looking substantially less glamorous. "Gwen...? I, I don't feel well".

"Shit! Are you OK hon? You don't sound great. Do you want me to get a doctor? Are you still at the hotel?"

"Um. No its ok. I just need to sleep it off. I won't make it in - could you let Si know?"

"Sure. Take it easy Jeni. Get some rest and I'll come see you later". Concern was more evident in her voice now than Gwen's initial hectoring tone.

"Thanks". Blearily, Jeni hung up and looked down at herself. Her dress was a mess. What had she been doing last night? Did she get that drunk? She got up unsteadily. She hadn't been kidding, she didn't feel well. Her head pounded. This was the worst hangover she had ever felt! She was NEVER going to drink again. Youseph was right about that.

Fuck!!!

She had forgotten to phone him.

She dialled hurriedly, holding her head and sitting naked on her hotel bed once she had removed the filthy dress. What was that? Wine stains? Blood? (And why the hell am I not wearing panties, she tried not to ask herself). the phone went to voicemail. He would already be at work. Fuck!!!

Jeni got to her feet and staggered a little as she headed towards the hotel room toilet rebounding off the wall on the way. Shit, she thought, I really don't feel well, and looked at herself in the mirror as she switched the light on, then as the light hurt her eyes, turned it back off and took herself into the hot shower in the dark. Stangely, when she began to wash her vagina, the aches and pains eased off. It felt good. As she rubbed it once more, blissful relief flooded over her. Thank God! she thought, and gently began exploring herself. Now fragments of her dream came back to her. She felt the strong sure touch of a man she had never met, but who was the most intimate of lovers and someone she knew she had shared a life with. Jeni sat down in the warm dark rain and opened her legs, rubbing more vigorously at her clitoris with her eyes closed, envisioning his face, his lips on hers and her body responded eagerly. Jeni rubbed and rubbed, penetrating herself as firmly and deeply as she could with her fingers in memory of the dream cock which had filled her so perfectly, so majestically.

She came. Heavily. With her own hand. Wow! Echoes of her dream-fuck cascading through her in the shower, blissfully wiping out, temporarily, the disabling hangover she had felt when she woke up.

Eventually satisfied, she somehow managed to get herself dried and dressed and headed down to the restaurant / bar. Even though she was not hungry she knew she really ought to eat something. Since she wasn't going to the work course, she wore her skinny jeans and t-shirt, which was tight enough to make one or two of the other guests do a double take at her bust she was pleased to notice. Still got it! she thought idly.

Something was different though. Jeni knew she was still attractive in a certain way, but she was defintiely getting older. She wasn't used to getting quite so much attention. Even in her youth she never experienced anything like this. Everyone was looking at her. She panicked momentarily, wondering if she had made some mistake, like coming out without a bra, or that she had wet herself, but no, she checked herself again, she was ok. Had they never seen an Asian woman before?

Somehow, though every head turned towards her. The two receptionist girls stared at her. The old man in the lobby. the couple sitting having breakfast at the table beyond her. And it didn't look just like idle curiosity either.

She sat down, un-nerved and uncomfortable.

"What can I get you miss?", said the waiter, a boy of no more than 18 years, barely old enough to shave but tall and handsome. As she looked up, she saw his eyes widen as he looked at her, and his mouth hang open briefly.

"Uh - just coffee and some toast please", she said, unsure if she would be able to keep anything more substantial down. She looked again at him and clearly saw the lust in his eyes. That's crazy, she thought, I'm old enough to be his mother, then her mind flashed back to her dream and she felt those strong arms around her and that cock delighting her.

She blinked a moment or two later and the dream faded. The waiter was still standing there staring, then he too blinked back into focus. "Yes, em- certainly miss", and turned to go fetch it. In profile, she saw the bulge of a full erection in his uniform trousers. What the hell was going on?

She turned around and a businessman was heading to her table, "mind if I join you"? he started to introduce himself. She could see the expression of someone who was about to make a pass at her. "I'm Rhodri, I'm here with",

She cut him off. "Excuse me", she got up hastily, "I'm not feeling well", and dashed for the door and ran back up the stairs towards her room, deliberately not making eye contact with anyone else.

She panted, catching her breath for a while and tried to compose herself on the bed. What the hell was happening? Absolutely everyone downstairs was lusting after her. She couldn't believe it. But it was true. She had seen it. Jeni sat on the bed and tried to make sense of it, still feeling a little weak, but failed to understand it. The main problem was, Jeni realized , that she felt it too. If she had stayed there any longer she would have taken one of them up on the offer and went with them, or taken them back here for sex. She was incredibly horny. More than she had ever been! What the hell was wrong with her?

She had no idea what to do. She had just about resolved to stay in the hotel room all day and live on the two complimentary biscuits and coffee sachets so that she didn't have to meet anyone when there was a double knock at the door. "Room service", said a nervous voice.

Jeni knew that she had not ordered anything to be sent up to her room, so resolved not to answer the door, but watched as the handle turned anyway, and the boy waiter from the restaurant entered, carrying a tray. She could still see his erection as he entered the room, tenting his trousers and pointing accusingly towards her.