West Palm Slut Daylight Fading Ch. 02

I woke up to banging on my apartment door. I was naked and alone in my bed. I was confused and looked at the clock.

"Jesus," I muttered to myself. It was 10:15am. I must have slept for over twelve hours. Hell, I didn't even recall falling asleep.

I threw on a white tank top and a pair of shorts. I was caught in that grey area between still drunk and hungover. My steps were uneasy as I walked to the door and opened it.

"Hola!"

It was Javier. I had totally forgotten he was coming by to assemble the bed frame.

"Did I wake you?" Javier asked, his eyes looking at my face and then down to my tits.

"Umm, no," I lied.

I invited him in and showed him to the bedroom, although he needed no guide. The rooms was an absolute mess but I was too hungover to be embarrassed. Javier sat his toolbox down inside my bedroom door while I walked to the bathroom to freshen up.

My eyes were once again bloodshot and the familiar black bags under my eyes had returned. The mirror reflection revealed the thin white tank top I had thrown on was just about see-through.

"No wonder he had glanced down at my tits," I thought to myself.

All my clothes were in my bedroom so I had no other options to change into at the moment.

I walked out of the bathroom and into my bedroom. Javier was more than halfway done already. I set about cleaning up my room - putting the dirty clothes into a hamper and picking up the array of empty beer bottles laying around my bed and throwing them away. By the time I was finished cleaning up, Javier had finished assembling the frame. I helped him put the box spring on top of the bed frame and then the mattress on top of that.

"Now we have to test it!" Javier exclaimed.

I was caught off-guard by his forwardness as he slipped his shoes off.

"Jump on the bed!" Javier yelled as he labored to step up onto the mattress and began to jump.

He looked so happy. A smile filled his face and his chest and belly flew all directions as he jumped and laughed. I jumped up and joined him, bouncing up and down like a kid. It was fun and my laughter was pure. Javier made no attempt to hide his staring as my breasts bounced up and down, the tank top struggling to contain them.

I bounced down onto the mattress butt-first and sat there catching my breath. Javier did the same, sitting on the edge of the mattress.

"So, I owe you that tequila right?"

"No, no, no!" Javier laughed. "Too early for that and I have work in a few hours."

I stood up and walked over to where Javier was sitting. I bent over and kissed him briefly as he sat there, before kneeling down between his legs. I reached up and unbuttoned his jeans which were incredibly tight against his waist. I asked him to stand up and as he did I shuffled his jeans and underwear down his legs until the rested around his ankles.

His semi-hard cock hung there. I took only the head of it in my mouth, allowing my lips and tongue to tease it as if it were a French kiss. His dick grew steadily hard to a hair under six inches. I licked down the shaft to his balls and ran my tongue along their circumference. I patiently licked one ball, then the other before licking back up the shaft to his tip. I took him into my mouth, little by little. I could have easily taken his whole length at once but I didn't want him to think he was small. I even faked a gag as I did finally take him all the way into my mouth.

I sped up my sucking, quickly working his cock in and out of my mouth while I swayed my body seductively toward him in waves with each bob of my head. My forehead met his belly each time my mouth met the base of his cock.

With no warning or pulsing, I felt his cum shoot into my mouth. I stared up and him with each swallow but his eyes were closed as he grunted his pleasure.

I pulled my mouth off his cock and smiled.

"Do I still owe you that tequila?" I joked.

"No!" Javier laughed. "I don't think that's necessary anymore."

His hand reached down and touched his softening dick. For the first time I noticed a ring.

"You're married?" I asked.

"Yes," he said sheepishly. "Me and my wife live on the front side. Apartment 301. I thought you knew."

I didn't say a word. Javier got up and left my apartment. I walked to the kitchen and took a shot of tequila, once again washing the taste of cum out of my mouth with a toast to poor choices in men.