Mornin' Time!

You're cumming inside a sexy skater girl when you're startled awake by cold water crashing upon your feet. You quickly spring to your hands and legs, just in time to moan as your cock spills its seed into the sand. Your dick lurches and shoves out a few more ropes of cum as the after effects of your apparent wet dream conclude.

You look around but don't see Amelia anywhere. You slowly stand up, your head pounding. Luckily you were cut off before things got really crazy and your hangover isn't as bad as it could've been. You grab for another water bottle attached to your little sling and quickly chug it.

You begin the slow trek back up the beach and through the town, judging by some of the wall clocks it's only five thirty-five in the morning so your walk home should be fairly uneventful. You exit the main area and enter the shower room. You see various bois, girls, futas and even two men showering off, unfortunately there don't seem to be any open stalls to rinse the sand and sweat off your body.

You spot a familiar face beckoning you over to a stall, it's Maggie from last night. You join her in the shower and begin rinsing the sand from your body.

"Had a good time?" asks Maggie.

You grunt in affirmation, enjoying the steady stream of water on your body, even if you are pressed tit to tit with another futa. Maggie gently moves you out of the stream so she can get a little more.

"Heard you found a friend! Nice to hear, too bad that her number's all wet now."

Your eyes snap open and you run a hand across your forehead, you look at your palm and see black, inky water. You deflate slightly and mentally curse yourself.

"Whoa girl! Didn't mean to make you so upset, I was only teasing you. Your friend left her number with Claudia up front, she's waiting for you to get out there to give it to you."

You push Maggie slightly out of the way and quickly rinse your body off, Maggie fold her arms and taps her foot in frustration. You finish and hop out of the shower, thanking Maggie for sharing her shower.

"No sweat buddy, I work Tuesdays, Wednesday and Weekends, you ever swing by here again and I can set you up," calls the futa.

You burst through the curtain and look around for Claudia. You see the brown haired boi leaning tiredly against the wall, holding a bag. She sleepily blinks as you rush over to her.

"Hey again," she greets you with a cute yawn, "been waiting for you to come out here."

She hands you the bag, "That's your stuff, I wrote that girls phone number down on some paper and slipped it in your purse. I also put my number in there, you seem nice and if you call me I can schedule you a quite time here with your 'friend'."

The boi winks knowingly at you and shuffles off towards the elevators. You quickly change back into your clothes and head back up to the ground floor yourself. You exit Buster Luster and head back to you apartment.

You arrive at home with minimal problems, though your headache is slowly picking up steam. You enter you apartment and pour some headache powder into a glass of water and down it. You strip out of you club clothes and slip into your boxers and flop tiredly onto your couch.

You kind of want to call Amelia but you don't want to seem ****, you decide to give it a day or two and see if she makes first contact. You close your eyes and take a light nap.