So I met this girl, Maria, and I guess we were both pretty much wasted because I was already undressing at her apartment before I could even realize it.
She had told me a lot about herself at the bar. She apparently worked as some kind of performer at some show or something. I was too busy looking at her cleavage, so I just drank my drink and nodded with feign interest during our conversation.
When she asked me about myself I made up some wild story about having been working abroad for a few years and visiting all sort of places. She instantly knew I was unemployed.
Anyway, where was I... Oh yes. I was in my boxer briefs and making all the wild animal mating sounds I knew of already but Maria was struggling with her bra. I kindly offered my help, but goddammit, that thing was harder to unlock than the safe from the state bank.
In any case we were both so damn horny we began to make out with her clothes still on. I hadn’t had a proper fuck in months. My uncut cock had been rock hard and wanting to go into dark places for a long time. So there I was, horny and drunk as hell, dry humping her ass.
I was actually getting a little worried I’d cum too soon. I took off my boxer briefs and let my erection hang out, to see if she would get the hint. She indeed did, but when she tried to take her skirt off, the zipper on it got caught up on the fabric. I kindly offered my help again, but she shook her head with a sigh, the incident with the bra still recent in her memory.
We heard someone calling at the door, but we ignored it. Probably some beggar.
After a lot of sweating, moaning and panting she finally managed to remove her skirt. Oh, boy!
But just as we were about to fuck, they called at the door once again.
“Oh, shit, I think it’s my husband!” Maria realized.
“You have a husband?!” I said startled. “So what?” My loins pondered undazzled.
Maria left the bed and quickly got dressed up again, her vault behind a huge amount of unbreakable locks one more time.
“You have to go! Hurry!” She said. “He’ll kill you if he sees you like this!” She pointed at my naked body, most specifically at my raging hardon.
But I had forgotten where I had disposed of my clothes in my drunken haze. In her bedroom I only could find my white boxer briefs which with the big cum stain on the front it only seemed to help accentuate my intentions.
I could hear loud footsteps advancing slowly towards the front door. Wow, her husband must be a big bull of a man.
We were both running out of ideas. Maria lived on the fifth story of the apartment block, so escaping out from the window wasn’t an option.
Maria picked up her small handbag and took out a small notebook. She flipped through the pages at an incredible speed. “ Come on...I’m sure I had jotted it down around somewhere...”
“This is not the time to study for your midterms, we need to find me a place to hide...” I told her.
“I got it!” She said triumphantly. “Peter...That was your name wasn’t it?...Place your underwear on the floor.”
“Are you crazy? That would make everything worse...”
“Just believe in me.”
“Okay, okay...”
I removed my boxer briefs once again and placed them on the floor. Maria fished out from her bag small sack of...dust? She sprayed it on my boxer briefs, and then put some on her hand and blowed it all on my face.
“Hey! What’s the big idea...?” I said between coughs.
Maria then said something in which seemed to be a very ancient and mystical language. Spanish, probably. When she finished speaking both me and my dirty underwear started to glow, and I began to feel even more wasted than before. She hadn’t drugged me, did she?
Maria left me in the bedroom wondering what she had just done, and went over to the hall to greet her husband.
“My beautiful Toro, I’m so sorry I didn’t open up the door for you, I was taking my beauty nap...” I could overhear her excusing herself.
“Rough day at the circus rehearsal tonight.” Said Toro, a muscular dark-skinned man with a golden nose ring whose musculature rivaled a draft horse. “It’s not the same without you and your magic.”
Wait, so Maria performed magic tricks at the circus? Well, she did say she was some kind of performer. I never liked magic shows, I mean, they are just fake illusions for the little kids.
But more shocking was that my boxer briefs had seemingly vanished into thin air while I wasn’t looking, because the cum-stained underwear had been replaced by...