Sleeping in

Jeni woke up to the phone ringing, the echoes of the most fantastical of dreams still reverberating in her mind.

"Jeni? Where the fuck are you? The course is about to start!" It was Gwen. She sounded frantic.

Jeni blinked into focus as she sat up, still in the night before's dress, but looking substantially less glamorous. She could see tears and mudstains. Her tights were torn at the knees. "Gwen...? I, I don't feel well".

"Shit! Are you OK hon? You don't sound great. Do you want me to get a doctor? Are you still at the hotel?"

"Um. No its ok. I just need to sleep it off.”, she said in a faltering voice, “I won't make it in though - could you let Si know?"

"Sure. Take it easy Jeni. Get some rest and I'll come see you later". Concern was much more evident in Gwen’s voice now than her initial hectoring tone.

"Thanks". Blearily, Jeni hung up and looked down at herself. Her dress was a mess. What had she been doing last night? Did she get that drunk? She got up unsteadily. The thing was, she hadn't been kidding, she really didn't feel well. Her head pounded. This was the worst hangover she had ever felt! She was NEVER going to drink again. Yousef was right about that. Maybe she should have listened to him.

Fuck!!!

She had forgotten to phone him.

She dialled hurriedly, holding her head and sitting naked on her hotel bed once she had removed the filthy dress. What was that? Wine stains? Blood? (And why the hell am I not wearing panties, she tried not to ask herself). the phone went to voicemail. He would already be at work. Fuck!!!

Jeni got to her feet and staggered a little as she headed towards the hotel room toilet rebounding off the wall on the way. Shit, she thought, I really don't feel well, and looked at herself in the mirror as she switched the light on, then as the light hurt her eyes, turned it back off and took herself into the hot shower in the dark. Strangely, when she began to wash her vagina, the aches and pains started to ease off. It felt good. As she rubbed it once more, blissful relief flooded over her. Thank God! she thought, and gently began exploring herself. Now fragments of her dream came back to her. She felt the strong sure touch of a man she had never met, but who was the most intimate of lovers and someone she knew she had shared a life with. Jeni sat down in the warm dark rain and opened her legs, rubbing more vigorously at her clitoris with her eyes closed, envisioning his sensitive, caring, noble face, his lips on hers and her body responded eagerly. Jeni rubbed and rubbed, penetrating herself as firmly and deeply as she could with her fingers in memory of the dream cock which had filled her so perfectly, so majestically.

She came. Heavily. With her own hand, in the steaming hot rain of the shower in the dark. Wow! Echoes of her dream-fuck cascaded through her blissfully wiping out, at least temporarily, the disabling hangover she had felt when she woke up.