The Morning After

Natalie woke up feeling groggily from the night before. In her hazed state of mind, she recalled the night's activities. Meeting the hunky man at the bar was the best thing that had happened to her in a long time, though at this moment, she could not recall his name for the life of her. Her job had really been kicking her ass as of late and caused her to skip out on her personal life. It had been a good 6 months since she was last in a relationship and last night was the first night she had an opportunity to have some fun.

After the first few drinks, the night became a blur. Though she did remember the nice hotel he took her to and the night of amazing sex that soon followed. God, it was one of the wildest nights of her life and she was about to greet her lover from the night before with some morning fun until she rolled over and noticed he wasn't in bed with her anymore.

Listening intently, Natalie could not hear the shower running or any other movement in the hotel room and had a sudden realization. "That bastard left already". It's not like Natalie was looking for any long-term relationship at the moment, but come on at least have the balls to say goodbye. Now kind of pissed off Natalie couldn't help but feel used from what moments before she believed to be a pretty great night, and really needed to get the gunk from last night off of her body.

Lifting the covers off fully she finally realized she was still entirely nude. Stumbling out of bed she noticed that the curtains were open and there were many windows on the other building where onlookers could catch a glimpse of her in this hotel room. Rushing to the window she threw the blinds closed and had a slight panic attack hoping to God nobody noticed her.

Now comfortably behind cover, Natalie could calm down and get ready to head back home for the day. From what she could recall she was likely only a mile and a half from her apartment complex and could be home in an hour. She was just grateful that today was Saturday and she was off for the weekend.

On the ground at the foot of the bed were her clothes from last night, and as she had already assumed a lack of her lovers. She really didn't have much attire this morning considering she had dressed with the intention of drawing some onlookers the night before. Laid out was her black mini dress that showed off a nice amount of cleavage since it had a deep plunging v-neck. The dress itself clung to her body like it had been painted on leaving little to the imagination but still providing enough cover. Coming down to barely below her ass the dress was perfect for the right environment, and last night was just that. At the moment though she wished she didn't have to wear that dress back home right now as she would likely be getting some looks from strangers thinking she was a whore.

Tossed in the corner of the room Natalie noticed her red lace thong panties crumpled up into a ball, no doubt because the man she slept with tore them off her the first chance he got and tossed them away. Paired with her skin-tight dress her panty lines were nonexistent and that was the look she had been going for. Besides her dress and panties however was only her 2 inch black high heels and her club purse containing her ID, a condom, some touch-up makeup, and the key to her apartment.