Trish's awake before you!

"Hey! John are you alright?" Trish says, leaning over you, tapping you on the cheek, as you're slumped up against a wall. You look up and see a glorious sight, one that you will not soon forget. Trish is wearing just a bra and panties, and is very wet, indicating that she just took a shower. Looking over to your left you see her clothes, soaked in water, and specks of your own blood from the previous night.

"Oh! God!" You jump up and realize you're naked.

"You slept like a such a baby John," she laughs. "I had to clean you up, and I didn't really know if you wanted me to put those dirty rags of yours back on you." She says, gesturing to your clothes on your right.

"The last thing I remember is you falling asleep on my lap!" You manage to say, recounting the last few moments of last night, and quickly grabbing a shirt to tie around your waist, before Trish catches a glimpse of your growing erection.

"You're such a sweetie!" She smiles, kissing you on the cheek. "It was nice what you did last night, most other guys would have taken advantage of the situation!" She moves in closer to your ear to whisper something, as her hand rests itself on your lap. "Though I'm quite disappointed that you didn't make a move... But seeing as we're locked in here until someone lets us out, we might as well kill some time."