It’s always weird waking up alone, in a strange room, in the dark. Like a stranger in a strange land, I chuckled to myself as my eyes slowly adapted to the light. I was lying on my back on top of a single bed in my jeans and t-shirt and I had a blanket. I had to pee.

I swung my legs over and sat up on the edge of the bed, pushing my socks into the soft carpet. Taking a second to look around and get my bearings I noticed that the room was perfectly silent. Eventually, a door took form just steps away as my eyes adjusted to the low light.

It was coming back to me now. I been partying with my friend and her young friend that I had just met. She was about ten years my junior and he was another twenty years younger than her. Me and her had a mostly platonic relationship. Not by my choice but she gravitated toward the younger set, playing the part of the older mentor and thank god for that. In my younger days I absolutely adored older women that had a thing or two to teach me.

Getting up, I opened the door and stepped into a carpeted hallway. It was a little dark but not as dark as the room I had just exited. A small window on my left filtered some light and i could see the dust mites floating lazily on the edge of the beams. The hallway was shaped like the letter “L” and I was standing right in the very corner. I noticed a door at both ends of each corridor but I decided to explore for the bathroom down the hall that went deeper into the house.

I had just taken two steps and was making a mental list of things I needed to find and find out. Where did I leave my jacket and shoes? Was this morning or afternoon? What the fuck do I remember of the night before…

I heard a faint noise. …and then I froze …what is that, an a****l in distress or …there it was again. More human-like than before, was someone in pain?

I could see that there were two doorways on my right, one at the top of the hall and from my angle the lone door on the left was ajar, so I made a beeline right to it. Bingo. Stepped in, closed the door, sweet relief. Flushed. Washed my hands and splashed my face to wake up.

Back out in the hallway and looking toward the room I just left, I noticed what I hadn’t before. The last door on the left before getting to the bedroom I just came out of was also ajar.

I started down the hall cautiously. I was alert now. As I got closer, it seemed the door was ajar almost a foot or so. Was that where the sound I heard before came from? I reached out and just as I touched the door, I heard a loud deep groan. Definitely human and not one of her cats.

I don’t remember exactly what I was thinking but maybe I intended to close the door. That would have been the right thing to do. I don’t always do the right thing though.

I glanced inside and could see the foot the bed and the corner of a blue quilted blanket. The quilted blanket was alive. It rose and fell at an impossible pace and the noises, actually I knew that noise in particular, a rhythmic squelching sound, a piston pushing through a greased gasket. A slurp, a cough. More groans.

She’d probably never talk to me again but I wanted to walk in and yank that quilt away. I wanted to watch her fellate what I imagined to be a big black monster. She and I had shared some intimate talk and shared some secrets. She admitted that she was somewhat of a size queen, attracted to the darker meat and she knew that that turned me on too.

Then another noise, this one new, a chugging of breath and an impossible squeal like an old locomotive stepping on the brakes. A gurgling. I glance down realizing that my fly was open and what seemed, to me at my age, an impossibly hard erection had made it’s way to the open air.

What the fuck are you doing old man? I thought, as i stood there. You are creeping around in the hallway of your friend’s place with your dick leading the way like the prow of a ship. I wondered if anyone else was home. Scared for a moment, I slipped back into the dark guest room I had just left and carefully closed the door.

I leaned back against the closed door and grabbed my hardon. It hadn’t been this hard on it’s own, without some chemical assistance, in at least the last decade. The head was moist when I ran my finger over it. Salty too and that triggered me at that instant.

I had such a crush on her. It was a not-so-secret secret crush because I knew that she knew. It was really just a secret from everyone else but fuck everyone else, I don’t care who knows really. I just didn’t want her the same way as her younger lovers, they had more stamina and the girth she craved and they just wanted to party. I wanted her after they were gone. My days as a cocksman were in my past but I’d become much more liberated than I was back then. I imagined being underneath her and raising my head up to take tongue swipes at her while ginormous black balls drummed a beat above my head. Her labia stretched to the limit while I assaulted her clitoris at the junction where they were connected.

I imagined her staying sprawled nude under that blue quilt when he left for work and then beckoning me inside. She’d direct me. I’d do soft kisses on the undersides of her breasts and then caress her vulva with my tongue. I’d do the alphabet one letter at a time using her labia as my canvass. I’d suck every drop of loverboy’s thick cream from her pussy and I wouldn’t stop until she came once more. I wanted desperately to taste her. I imagined her with other lovers, my hand holding a stiff black monster steady while she impaled herself on it and…

Noises in the hallway, Oh shit! A door closed. Heavy footsteps. I scurried back to the bed and lay down with the blanket partially pulled over me. I was still hard as a rock.

Just a moment later, a light knock and she just pushed the door open, and stepped in. Wrapped up in a large white terry bath towel, her face shiny in the light, glowing and smiling, she seemed content for the moment.

“Hey, are you all right? it’s about 10 AM. do you want some tea?”.

Smalltalk. I wished she’d just squat right over my head at the end of that bed and hover her beautiful cum filled pussy right above my nose. That was it, she knows what I’m thinking, I thought and then I came, silently I hope, shooting three ropes of cum onto my belly under that blanket while she looked down at me.

Fuck. Could she tell? Does she suspect what I’m doing? Did I just make a fucking squeak when I came too? Fuck me.

“you almost… thanks that’d be good, just let me know when you’re done in the bathroom.” my voice cracked, It came out like a mumble.

I turned my head and looked over at at her. Does she know? I think she knows…fuck …but after a short awkward pause she cheerfully exclaimed, “OK” and with slight smile or smirk - I don’t know which, she backed out closing the door behind her.

I closed my eyes again and her scent lingered in the quiet and the dark like a dream.