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	The Morning After
	by Ann Douglas
       (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

Part One

	Awareness came somewhat painfully as
Estelle Jones blinked her eyes in the early morning
sun that filled the small hotel room.  It took the
42-year-old woman a few moments to fully take in
her surroundings and remember where she was.
The last thing she clearly remembered was being
in the hotel bar with a few of her associates.  She
had never really been that much of a drinker, so it
didn’t take much for her to get a little tipsy.

	The company they worked for, Morgan,
Roberts and Kelly, had been holding a weekend
seminar at the hotel.  A seminar during which
Estelle had hoped to be named the new head of
her department.  The appointment had gone
instead to Michael Ambrose, who was both ten
years Estelle’s junior as well as her one time
assistant.  After the senior officer attending the
seminar had made the announcement, a few of
Estelle’s associates had retired with her to the
hotel bar to help her commensurate.
	That had been a mistake.  As the night
went on, and the drinks came more often, Estelle
learned some things about how some of the
people in the firm she’s devoted almost twenty
years to, viewed her.  It was not a view she was
happy with.
	It was the consensus of most of the senior
management, that while Estelle was quite capable
in her present duties, she lacked the creativity and
self-confidence to be a department head.  She was
a follower, not a leader.  Not the type to take risks
or go out on a limb.
	What made it harder to accept that view
was that deep down, Estelle knew they were right.
All her life, the black haired woman had taken the
safe path.  Even marrying Timothy Jones, her first
real boyfriend in high school, had been an example
of that.  Early in her teen years, Estelle had come
to the realization that she would never be
considered beautiful.  In fact, it was only her
38-inch bust that first attracted even Tim to her.
Their life together had been satisfying but never
spectacular.
	“I wonder what time we finally called it
quits?”  Estelle thought as she closed her eyes and
rolled onto her back.  “The last thing I remember
was Janet ordering another round about ten.   I
don’t even remember coming back to the room.”
	That she was nude under the single sheet
on the large double bed told Estelle that she really
had to have been out of it whatever time she’d
finally made it back to the room.  Even when at
home, she never went to bed without at least
a nightgown on.
	After a few more minutes, Estelle’s head
had cleared enough for her to face the day.  She
began to sit up in the large bed, turning to the
right as she did.  A sudden pallor flashed across
her as she got the shock of her life.  She wasn’t
alone!

	“Oh my God!”  Estelle exclaimed under
her breath as she pulled the sheet around her
naked form.
	She was too scared to scream, which in
the long run turned out to be a good thing.  It
took a moment, but the 42-year-old recognized
the person sharing her bed. She had seen him last
night at the bar. He was one of the busboys and
had cleared their table when they sat down and
then again later in the evening.
	Regaining her composure, Estelle leaned
over and took a long look at the sleeping form.
>From the way the sheets hugged and outlined his
anatomy, it was apparent that he was also naked.
He was also, the older woman realized, not more
than 17 years old.

	“Oh God, oh my God,” Estelle repeated to
herself.  “What happened last night?”
	The young man slept on; unaware of the
consternation his presence had caused.  He was
cute; she had to say that.  He had short jet-black
hair and light brown skin.  His exposed shoulders
and upper torso were quite muscular, and she had
no reason to doubt the rest of his body matched
them as well.
	Estelle was surprised at how quickly she
was adjusting to the situation.  Maybe it was the
after effects of the drinks. Maybe it was just the
down feeling she had been experiencing lately.
Whatever the reason, she actually felt a little
excited at the thought that she’d spent the night
with this young man.  If only she could remember
it.
	As she thought about it, more of last
night’s events came back to her.  Estelle
remembered Janet joking about what a nice ass
the young man had as he cleared their small table
of way too many empty glasses.  Now, having a
much closer view, Estelle saw that Janet was quite
right.
	“Mmmm,” the young man murmured as he
shifted under the sheet, turning over slightly.
	The edge of the yellow sheet rose as he
rolled over, exposing more of his tanned body.  In
fact, if he would move only an inch or two more,
she would be able to check out his young
manhood.
	“Well, it’s not as if I didn’t see it all last
night.”  Estelle though to herself as she took hold
of the sheet and helped move it those crucial few
inches.
	“Wow!”  the 42-year-old exclaimed
under her breath as the sheet fell totally off him.
	Even in his semi-erect state, the busboy’s
cock was more impressive than her husband’s
erect. It had to be at least 7 inches and thick as a
cucumber.
	“How could I have forgotten that?” she
asked herself.
	The young man murmured something is
his sleep that Estelle couldn’t understand.  Then
she remembered Maria talking to the busboy last
night in Spanish.  He didn’t seem to understand
English too well.   She dimly remembered Maria
saying his name was Tomas.
	“Now what?”  she asked herself as she
rolled back onto her side of the bed and propped
herself up against the pillows.

 	Carefully Estelle considered her options,
of which she figured she had three.  First of all,
she could crawl out of bed, get dressed and leave.
Hopefully the young man would get the hint and
leave when he woke up.
	Option two involved waking him up,
thanking him for whatever happened last night and
sending him on his way.  The problem with option
two was the language barrier again.  But she was
sure in a pinch she could get the message pretty
well across.
	Then there was option three.  Of her
choices, option three had the dual distinction of
being the most desirable and yet the most
dangerous.  Since she had already obviously
strayed from the safe path she had followed all her
life, even if she couldn’t remember it, she could
make the best of it.
	Later on, when she was thinking a lot
more clearly, Estelle would be unable to
remember what exactly caused her to pick option
three. It could have been the anger she still felt at
having been passed over for that promotion.  Or
the frustration at having spent a lifetime playing it
safe.  Or perhaps it was just the simple thought
that the one time in her life that she had done
something crazy and spontaneous, she had done it
so drunk that she couldn’t remember it.
	Whatever the reason, Estelle would always
clearly remember leaning over and taking the
young man’s cock into her mouth.

	“Oommm”  the older woman gagged as
she tried to take all of his young manhood inside
of her mouth.  He was much more endowed than
her husband and her normal technique was just
not going to cut it.
	After a few tries, Estelle managed to take
most of his cock without choking.  As she slid
her tongue across his crown, wiping away the
shiny drop at the tip, the dark haired woman
wondered for a brief moment how she’d managed
the night before.  Did being totally wasted make
her jaw muscles a lot looser?
	Quickly developing a new rhythm, Estelle
banished thoughts of last night and concentrated
on the here and now.  A sense of excitement filled
her as she could feel the young man becoming
even more aroused.   Whatever small skill at
cocksucking she had learned in over twenty years
of marriage now came into play as Estelle made
oral love to a teen younger than her son.
	Estelle’s heart raced as she slid his cock
back and forth between her lips. Her nostrils filled
with the rich scent of his maleness, making her
feel even more light headed than she already did.
	“Mmmmm,”  the young man moaned in his
sleep, thinking perhaps he was having a wonderful
dream.   “El Oh Modeste, de que se siente tan
maravilloso. Quisiera que usted hiciera eso para
tan de largo. ”
	Taking his wholeness inside of her mouth
once more, Estelle gripped the base of his cock
and began to pump her hand in time with the
movement of her mouth.  If Tomas was anything
like Tim at his age, Estelle knew he would soon
explode like a cannon.
	As her tongue moved back and forth, she
could taste the first fruits of his coming eruption.
If anything, the excitement of sucking a man other
than her husband made her go even faster.

	If she thought about it, and of course she
was doing anything but thinking, it was unrealistic
for Tomas to remain asleep through all of this. As
she first thought, the young man took the warm
wet embrace of his cock to be that of a pleasant
dream.  The memory of a brief encounter with a
girl from school. Then as he felt his orgasm
overtaking him, he suddenly realized that this was
too real to be just a dream.
	“Madre del dios,”  he called out as he
opened his eyes and looked down at the naked
woman sucking his cock.  “qué usted está
haciendo? ”
	Despite the language barrier, what she was
doing became evident a moment later as Tomas
exploded into her mouth.  Estelle continued to
pump his cock, drawing every last drop of his
come into her mouth.  She felt the rush of
whiteness hit the back of her throat, exciting her
to no end.  As fast and as often as he erupted, she
swallowed it all even faster.  Finally there was no
more for him to give and she reluctantly let his
still semi-erect cock slide from her mouth.
	Tomas looked almost in a state of shock as
Estelle moved back up alongside him on the bed.
Whatever objection he might have had upon
waking vanished in the wake of his ejaculation.
The question on the older woman’s mind was -
now what?

	“You don’t speak English, do you?”  she
asked.  “U habla inglés?”  she repeated in what
little she remembered of her last high school
Spanish class some thirty years before.
	“No hablo ingleses ,”  he replied as he
looked at the naked woman sitting next to him.
“He sido solamente en su país algunas semanas.”
	“No hablo español muy bien”  Estelle said,
exhausting the only other full Spanish phase she
remembered.

	Watching his eyes move up and down her
body, Estelle suddenly felt a little self-conscious
about her age and her body’s reflection of it.
	“I guess I’m as old as your mother.”
Estelle said, knowing that he probably didn’t
understand a word she was saying.  “Hopefully
I’m not as old as your grandmother.”  she added
as she remember that in some countries women
got married much younger than here in the States.
	Tomas might not have been able to
understand all of her words, but it was almost as if
he could read her mind.  He smiled and said just
want Estelle needed to hear, even if she could only
understand one word in five, his intent was clear.
	“Usted es una mujer hermosa. ”  the young
man said.
	Estelle remembered enough Spanish to
understand beautiful woman.  She smiled back at
him and said. “And you are a beautiful young man.
I hope you understand that much.”  Estelle said as
she reached out and placed her hand on his
smooth naked chest.  “I’m Estelle.”
	“Thats un nombre hermoso.”  he replied as
she ran her fingers back and forth across his skin.
“Mi nombre es Tomas.”
	“Well at least I remembered that much,”
Estelle thought as he told her his name. “God, I
wish I knew how we communicated last night.  Or
did I just jump your bones.”
	Deciding that some things were universal,
Estelle took one of Tomas’s hands and brought it
up to her large left breast.  Rubbing his fingers
against her nipple, she could feel it becoming
erect.
	“Sus pechos son magníficos.”  Tomas said
as he moved his hand and cupped the underside of
her breast, feeling the weight of its fullness.



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