Molly - S01 E13

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Molly - S01 E13

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 13

Introduction:

What the morning brings

I awoke to strange surroundings. I was in an unfamiliar bed in a room that clearly belonged to a woman. Glancing down, I noticed the long dark hair draped across my stomach. My mind was still fuzzy so I thought it was Cindy and somehow the entire eight years since her passing were a bad dream. But then reality shattered that delightful thought and I remembered Sandra falling asleep while studying my cock. Thoughts of Cindy flooded my mind and I felt my eyes moisten.

My next realization was how badly I needed to pee. I debated holding it and waiting for her to awaken but my bladder felt as if it would burst. So I started figuring out how I could extricate myself without disturbing her. Seeing that was impossible, I slowly slipped my hand under her head as I eased myself away from her Sandra groaned softly, but continued to sleep. I gently eased a pillow under her head. Now all I had to do was slip her hand from my dick. It would have been an easier task had I not been as hard as a rock but I finally managed. My legs burned when I stood and I regretted the intense workout from the day before. I forced myself to my feet and stole quietly from the room.

I pattered to the bathroom and sat down, as there was no way I could hit the toilet unless I stood on my head. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as the relief flowed over me. When I was finished in the restroom, I realized was extremely sore all over and there was no chance of me falling back asleep. I hobbled into the living room, eased myself down on the rug and slowly began kneading my achy muscles. It would have been a much easier task If I had my Tiger Tail.

As I worked in long, deep strokes guilt began to bloom inside me. Sandra was sixteen years my junior. I knew very little about her and yet had fucked her silly. True, I had been hurt by seeing Molly with the dancer but that was no excuse. Sandra was young and had a crush on me and I had used her to make myself feel better. Fuck. This was quite a mess I had gotten myself into. The pain in my body eased as my hands worked their magic. I lay there ruminating when my stomach growled.

Not knowing what else to do, I stood up and began exploring the house. The kitchen was nice but I felt a sense of pride that mine was better. I perused the cupboards, in search of something to snack on. I grabbed a granola bar and quickly devoured it. I realized that I had not eaten since lunch the day before. I decided to kame a cup of coffee, but could only find decaf. Who in their right mind drinks decaf?!?!? tossed it back on the shelf and continued to rummage through the rest of the cabinets. I found a tin of instant coffee mix but everyone knows that crap isn't real coffee. I settled for mixing up a glass of chocolate milk. I was a bit grumpy and wandered back into the living room. I gathered up my clothes and set them on the coffee table, than picked up Sandra's clothing and carried it to her room.

She was still out cold. I stroked her hair gently and pulled the covers up tighter around her. I noticed that it was only 5:30, so I decided to let her sleep. Since I was wide awake, I slipped from the room. I debated heading home, but that felt wrong. So I wandered into the den and flipped on the television but nothing captured my interest. So I opened the curtains to the back yard so I could watch the night retreat as dawn arrived. I have always enjoyed watching the shift from gloomy to gray to seeing light erupt, highlighting all the colors of the world around us. I would have preferred looking out at the woods behind my house, or staring out the flap of my tent at my favorite camp site, but it was a relaxing sight nonetheless and helped empty my chaotic brain.

It was in this position that Sandra found me a few hours later. She slowly stumbled into the room, rubbing at her eyes. She stood there staring at me as my eyes roamed over her lithe body. In my rush last night I had caught glimpses of her as I rutted into her but was finally able to absorb her form. She was truly striking, tall, athletic with two marvelously formed breasts that as yet defied gravity. Her high cheekbones and angular chin gave her an elfin look. My eyes drifted down her flat stomach to the sparse landing strip pointing to her cleft. Her legs were long and shapely, and I knew from last night quite strong. It was a wonder that the guys weren't beating down the door. She interrupted my thoughts when she softly said, "I thought you left." Her left foot shifted nervously and her eyes dropped to the ground.