Rest and Recovery

Waking up Friday, everything from last night comes rushing back. Some random stranger, someone I just met, literally ran into on the sidewalk, is responsible for the best orgasm of, well ever. God, I hope I remembered to get his name.

“Oh, you did sweetie.”

Looking out, Jane is seated on the desk. “You also remembered to get his number, and I’m so happy for you. I hope you can do that again; it was so fucking hot.”

“What? I didn’t say anything.”

“Come on, we have a magic app, you don’t think we can read your mind too. Silly humans. If only your kind weren’t the best sources of lust in this universe.”

Sitting up, trying to take in the words of Jane, it becomes apparent that I went to bed without a shirt – the cold air helping my nipples point that out.

“Wow, dad joke first thing in the morning, you are a cutie. But, we do have some business to take care of first. I’d prefer if you left your shirt off for it, but I don’t think you are there yet.” Jane toss over a shirt, and my hands put it on without me even thinking about it.

“What business. I have your app, it changes me, and that’s all I know.”

“Well, yeah, so far. But after that performance last night, my girl, the office is running high today. But, toss me the phone, I want to check a few things.”

Not like there is much choice, so I toss over the phone. She apparently also knows my password as she quickly unlocks it and opens up the app.

“Interesting, it didn’t unlock the meaning. Guess the office pool is still going on. But, I hate to stop by without presents, so let me get this little upgrade for you. You are going to love it. Just like I love that shirt you are wearing, you are such a great dresser! Bye bye for now.” A wink and puff of smoke, and she is gone faster than she showed up.

I reach down for the phone to see what latest ‘improvement’ she gave as her ‘gift’.

Big Risk, Little Reward (5) – the more risky the action, the lower the chance of any consequence (greatly decreased chances of disease, pregnancy and injury from risky sexual activity)

What the hell. Now it’s rewarding me for actions like last night. And what the hell did Jane mean about being a source of lust. Is that what this is.

Looking at the clock, it’s 7:45, alarm hasn’t even gone off yet, yet completely awake. Might as well take a shower first, get to take a longer shower compared to what Brooklyn usually leaves me with.

As the warm water hits my back, the memories of last night fill my mind. The lack of thought, and something inside just cracked. It’s been a week or more since my last orgasm, a couple of months since the summer fling, but even still, I’ve never been that turned on before.

The water and bubbles covering my legs makes another thing standout. Even without shaving for 3 days, there is no stubble. Checking arms, pits, even mustache, nothing. The only hair left is a small strip, actually an arrow, pointing right at my goal line. Whatever, that decoration is better than having to shave regularly.

Finishing up, and jumping out to dry off, it takes about 30 seconds until my hair looks great, a cute wave through it and a bounce when I move around. Maybe all of these changes aren’t quite that bad.