Solitude. Silence. Vague, indistinct notions mixed with feelings of uncertainty and satisfaction.
Gradually Steve became aware of these sensations and emotions. For a moment he hovered in a state just conscience of himself but detached from his role in life. No name, no job, no home. Just himself.
Then he noticed the smell. A dark, musky sent. No sooner had he noticed it than he realized that until then only his ears seemed to be supplying any information to his brain. His tireless ears, always alert, guardians even as he slept. His had been reporting an unusual lack of noise, and now his nose was calling his attention to a high level of a most delightful scent.
It was Carol's smell, a blend of expensive perfume and her own sexy aroma. That alone suggested that she was near at hand, but his ears had already decided that she was not.
He was not in his bed. No, it was hers. He decided he must have slept over. Yes, and she had worn a qiana dress to bed, and they had made love until just before dawn. No tickling, no spanking, no bondage. Just good old fashioned sex. And it had been wonderful. Something they hadn't done in weeks. Or was it months?
They had acted like porno movie stars. Her on top, him on top, sixty-nine, doggie style. He could still see her on hands and knees, her beautiful ass framed by yellow qiana as he knelt behind her and pumped his cock in and out of her pussy.
He had no idea what time it was, and for a while he really didn't want to know. It was his stomach that made him change his mind.
He opened his eyes and sought out Carol's bedside clock. Nine-thirty. OK, he thought. That must be in the morning. But what day was it?
He tried to remember what he had done the night before. A gig? Where? Then he remembered. The party. Carol and four lovely friends. What an amazing time they had had together.
Suddenly the events of the party rushed through his mind in a maelstrom of sexual images. The sexy clothes. The tickling game. The punishment of Lynn and the tormenting of Teddi and Nancy. Lynn and Carol with Ginger, then Lynn and Ginger with Carol while the others tormented him.
It had been everything that he had ever dreamed of, and more. The recollection of it warmed his passion, but, much to his surprise, he felt little more than a glow of satisfaction.
He glanced around him and spotted Carol's yellow dress lying in a pile at the foot of the bed. He gathered it up and buried his face in it, drinking in her scent.
He thought about using it on his cock, but felt no real enthusiasm to. It was a knee jerk reaction; to be alone in a woman's bed with the sexy gown she had worn for him and not pleasure himself with it was totally unlike him. He was content just to hold it, rubbing it between his fingers and thinking about the pleasure it could produce.
The dress was made of the best fabric he had ever found for sliding over his cock, the same as he had used on Teddi Friday night at Carol's bar, and on Vivian at his place. The memory of each episode floated lazily through his mind, then he turned his thoughts again to the party, recollecting each event, trying to recall the expressions on the women's faces, the sounds, the way they struggled in the throws of intense pleasure.
As he flipped through the images in his mind he found himself gravitating to Lynn. The sight of her in that blue pants outfit gave him a special thrill, but now an entirely different scene appeared, one right out of Carol's descriptions of the special parties at her club.
She was lying on the floor in that room at the club, her arms tied behind her back, with one leg hoisted up something like he had done to Teddi. He had at his disposal a wide range of tickling tools -- feathers, brushes, and, of course, the finest qiana. Even some fine satin, and something pleated too. He usually preferred his women immobilized, but in this scene she was able to twist and turn in an attempt to avoid the tickling.
He hoped that some day he would get the opportunity to play with her that way. Any of those women would make a great partner, and he wondered if he might get the chance to play with each of them.
At last he gave in to the persistent complaints coming from his stomach and got up to see what was to be had in Carol's kitchen. He guessed that there wouldn't be much, but if he started now he could still drive down the hill and grab something from a fast food place before they started grilling burgers.