Waking Up

Bruce shook his head to clear it, but it didn't help much. He peered around the dim room and down at the woman next to him. It was the same woman he had seen in his dream. Questions rattled in his head. How did he get here? Where was here? Why was he naked and sweaty? Why was she naked and covered in cum? Why was she smilling? Had they had sex? He couldn't remember any of it. It was dark out and the last thing he remembered was coming home, eating and watching porn. He must have had a blackout. He started looking around the room to see what he could find.

In a corner of the warehouse, he found a dusty pair of overalls that were servicable enough to get him home without getting arrested. He would have to walk since he had no money. Bruce checked the woman's vitals. She had a pulse, but she wouldn't wake up. He bunched up her jeans and made a pillow for her. He took two dollars out of her purse, making sure she had plenty more to get home. He left the warehouse, trying to orient himself to the city. He was miles away from the base. A long walk, but the money he took from the woman would get him a bus. He walked for a mile before he found a bus stop. He sat and waited, contemplating what just happened.

Trish woke up with a start to sunlight hitting her face from one of the high windows in the warehouse. She stared around the room, the events of last night rushing back in a blur. She shuddered when she remembered getting reamed by that green guy, and her pussy started getting wet again just thinking about it. Her entire body ached from the rather rough treatment he'd given her, but she realized that he hadn't meant to harm her. She could tell from his eyes. He was just so incredibly strong that any little accidental bump will become a nasty bruise. The pain in her belly was the worst. It felt like the time Trish had taken karate lessons for a few years, and, during practice, she had been accidently kicked full **** in the stomach by her sparring partner. Strangely, the pain didn't annoy her; it just made her think about the fucking he'd given her and was getting her hornier by the minute. But first, she needed to get home, take some aspirin and a hot bath.

As she got her clothes on, she replayed last night in her head a dozen times. Each time she picked out little details that confirmed that she had wished this guy out of the sky -- that he was her dream man. She picked up her purse, checked the wallet and found everything in order, and left the huge building. It took her ten minutes to find a cab and head home. She was going to find that green Hulk and fuck him again. She watched the traffic and buildings go past, her thoughts lost in the maze of images of the night before.