The sound of a car alarm?

You return to consciousness hearing the annoyingly loud bleeting of a car alarm close by. Like 99.5% of humanity you ignore it, hoping that it would just stop already, and idly wonder why most alarms use that noise if everyone just ignores them?

"Umm..." you hear and feel Holly next to you -- her body against your side on her side, with her large tits pressing into your arm, nipple bars slightly tickling you.

That causes you to further come awake as Holly rolls onto her back and she stretches out her body.

"Someone shut off their damn alarm," she mumbles half incoherently, stretching her arms over her head, as it continues to blare at you both.

You are awake enough now to realize that you are both lying in her bed and do not remember you two must have at some point shifted yourselves to lay the right way on it. You think that the alarm noise is coming from the pile of your clothes on the floor.

"Think that's you," you mutter to her, somehow deducing it is a cellphone going off and knowing you do not have that set in any of your ring tones.

"Ummmm," she moans again.

"Sweetie, it's your phone."

"SHIT!" she exclaims in full consciousness, apparently hitting her as she crawls across you to get to the edge of the bed. As you had one hand resting on your stomach, the other was on your head when she did this, she somehow managed to come to as stop with her bush lying right on it.

"Where are you, you little..." she mutters to herself, fishing around in her pile of clothes for the offending phone.

"Gotcha," she cheers when she finally finds the phone. She clicks it and bringing it up to her ear.

"Masterson Services, how can we help you," she announces in a surprising alert tone, considering she was asleep not less than thirty seconds ago.

"Uh huh," she says into the phone.

Seeing that her ass is draped over you stomach, you bring your free hand to start to playing with it -- rubbing one cheek and then the other, pushing one from one side against the other before pinching one lightly.

"AH!" Holly yelps into the phone. "No, sorry, I hit my shin." She brings her free hand behind her to try to ward off your attack.

"STOP THAT!" she mouths looking back at you over her shoulder.

You grin back at her but comply, taking her hand in yours laying them down on her tattoo.

"ASS!" she mouths but with a amused look.

"Yes, we should be able to be there within the hour," she continues her conversation. "Okay, see you then." With that she hangs up and proceeds to shift herself so that she is lying on her back on top of you -- her ass cheeks on your cock and her head on your chest, and her hand with the phone in the air above her -- and starts to scroll thru her phone checking missed messages and calls.

"How long were we asleep?" you ask her playing with her hair again.

"Um, 'bout an hour," she replies, checking her phones clock.

"How long will it take to get where you're going?" you ask, playing with a nipple with the other hand.

"What? You can't get enough of me?" she asks back in a amused tone, snuggling back into you.

"Yes..."

"Sorry, babe, but it really will take me forty-five minutes to get there," she sighs, turning off her phone and laying it on the bed next to you.

"Okay..." you frown.

"But would you mind if we just stay like this for a few?" she says, tilting her head to look at you upside down.

"I'd like that, sweetie," you smile.

"Me too, John," she smiles before resting the top of her head on your chin with a small sigh.