Tammy lay sprawled out and naked on the bed. She had not yet begun to stir. I crawled out of bed and was shaking the cobwebs from my brain. I looked over at her. How a woman who had been up half the night, dancing, drinking, and fucking five men could still look so incredibly sexy was amazing to me. She just had that natural innocent beauty that I fell in love with. Well, maybe not so innocent after all, as I saw evidence of last night. But that is something I would have to accept, apparently.
I called the front desk and ordered juice, coffee, and pastries for breakfast, hoping food would ease the painful hangover she probably would have. There was a knock at the door, and it was room service. I opened the door, and a young man cheerfully pushed the food cart into the room. He scanned the place to see where he could set up the breakfast when he suddenly saw Tammy’s naked body spread-eagled on the bed, completely exposed. He said, “excuse me, Senor”, and did a head gesture towards her, to acknowledge that he was seeing something he probably should not be seeing. I glanced over at her, and just waved him on in. “It doesn’t matter. She loves the attention”. He smiled and eyeballed her thoroughly, drinking in the vision of her nakedness on display. He took his time in setting up the meal and poured two coffees for us. The young man then paused and waited for further instructions, as if he were waiting for an invitation to join Tammy. “That will be all, thank you”. I said, when I realized, he was not going to leave on his own. I figured the day would not start out well if Tammy woke up with a Mexican server staring at her bare ass, so I shuffled him out of the room. It was going to be an interesting enough morning without that added distraction.
I sat at the table and greedily gulped down my first cup of coffee. It was strong and rich tasting. As I sat there, I stared at Tammy’s form laying on the bed. As she changed positions on the bed, her legs were spread wider. I stared at her crotch and realized she had a blob of cum trying to dribble out of her cunt. For some reason I was momentarily hypnotized by that small patch of cream-colored spunk which slowly oozed from her. It was the blend of at least a half dozen ejaculations from last night and added to the evidence that it was no dream. I wondered what her reaction was going to be once she realized what happened. Would she be furious with me and go ballistic or would she feel guilty and want to beg for forgiveness? I still did not know how I should react to the situation. So, I decided to be cool about it and act like it was just a weird thing that happened that we would deal with. I secretly thought it was incredibly erotic. I wanted to dive on top of her and lick her pussy clean. I wanted to eat her massive cream pie before it all dripped out. But that would really make me look like a perv, so, I did the next best thing. I used my finger to scrape out the blob of cum from her snatch. I smeared it on one of the pastries, like it was icing. I saved that one for her. I might tell her, or I might not. I did not know. I then started making a little noise to help her wake up.
Her hair was matted over her face, so I could not see her expression as she regained consciousness. She slowly lifted her head and cocked it, looking for me. She raised up, then grabbed a pillow and crushed it under her chest for support. I whispered, “There’s coffee”. She looked at me thru her daze and then smiled when what I said finally penetrated her brain. “Oh, coffee! I need some”. I brought her cup over and sat on the edge of the bed and held it for her. She sat up, and gingerly arranged the pillows to lean against the headboard. After she was comfortable, I gave it to her. She sipped the lukewarm brew and sighed. After a few more sips, she said “Wow, some night last night, right?”
I immediately felt a huge sense of relief. Either she did not remember all the craziness from last night, or she was OK with it. I certainly planned to downplay the events at the private party unless she started delving into the sordid details of what happened. I let her enjoy her second cup as I headed to the bathroom to take a shower. I turned on the water and it blasted out of the fixture. At least this resort has great water pressure. I stood under the healthy stream and let the water wash away my headache and concerns. I guess everything is alright. After I turned off the shower, I thought I heard a conversation going on in the bedroom. I found a towel, dried off, then wrapped it around my waist. It was Tammy standing at the door to the outside, clutching a bed sheet to cover up a bit. She was speaking with a lovely young woman, who was about Tammy’s size and shape who had a great smile. I came in too late to know what they were talking about.
The young woman eyed me up and down as I approached, wearing just the towel. She gave Tammy a hug and cheek kiss and said, “see you later!” Tammy had a bundle of fresh cut flowers that the young woman must have given her. There was a colorful ribbon around the bunch with a note tied to it.
“Who was that?” I inquired in a strangely hostile voice. “That was Poppi. She is Rolando’s personal assistant. Rolando just wanted to make sure we had gotten back to the hotel safely last night. And he sent me flowers!” “Well, I guess that was nice of him”, I said with a tiny hint of jealousy. I picked up the flowers and saw the handwritten note tied to the ribbon. It said: a simple bouquet of flowers for the most beautiful newlywed I know. Signed Rolando.
Rolando, huh? I couldn’t even remember his name. Good thing he signed the card, or we would have to refer to him the rest of our lives as that dude who invited us to a fuckfest, featuring Tammy. I did not say that out loud, but I certainly thought it. “What did Poppi mean about something going on later?” “He invited us to come to his country estate this afternoon rather than hang out at this lousy resort” Tammy said, in an excited voice. “Can we go?” “If that is what you want to do, Tammy, that is what we will do. Where?” “Rolando will send the car around for us at 6pm. We have time to go to the beach and get some sun before then. Oh, and she said not to worry about what to wear. It will be very casual.”
Well, I could tell from her rapid acceptance of the new plans that Tammy had no regrets about last night She might even be hoping for more of the same action tonight. Is that possible? Amazing.