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It was 11.34 am to be exact, when my eyes opened to face the bright and already risen sun. I sat up straighter, my head aching with a mind numbing pace. I stood up to use the washroom, when suddenly I took notice of my surroundings.
I wasn't in my room.
The room was huge, with maps of oceans and pictures of cruise liners hanging all around the navy blue walls. The furniture wasn't much except for the king size bed and the love seat situated a few feet away from the coffee table. However, the room looked appealing to me. I looked around, to see if I could get any information about the one this room belonged to but to no avail. My mind was not in any state to think about who I'd fuck last night, considering my clothes that are....okay, I was drunk but not drunk enough to not remember what dress I wore last night. This nightwear was most certainly not mine.
I was currently wearing an extremely skimpy red nightie, with an even more pint-sized cups for my breasts, which undoubtedly were screaming to pop out anytime now. The cloth was absolutely not to my liking but I couldn't care less. I needed to pee. Bad.
Before investigating further into my last night fuckstory, I decided to get rid of the disgusting smell of the champagne and...puke? Why can't I remember anything about me puking? Not giving it much thought, I jumped into the shower, my stomach grumbling with hunger. The shower gel and the shampoo were not the ones belonging to the cruise. Despite of the products not being the ones I preferred, I had to admit, the scent was somewhere between a combination of mint and wood. Absolutely masculine.
I washed my body, rinsing my hair twice, considering the smell of puke that did not want to get rid off of me so easily. I nearly fell in the shower once, swaying due to last night's alcohol which was still showing traces of its effects.
I came out of the shower, a towel wrapped around my body that barely covered my lower half. My hair was damp, and because I couldn't find an extra towel, I took off the towel from my body and began drying my hair with it.
The headache from earlier was a lot better now. I entered the room, looking around to find my dress from last night. I was just about to turn around to look in the washroom when I heard someone humming a very familiar tune. I glanced towards the wooden closet a few feet away, and sure enough someone was standing behind it, the closet door blocking their view. Maybe, its the one residing in this room.
"Excuse me?"-I cleared my throat, having a sudden urge to have some water. The person closed the wardrobe, now completely facing me and I couldn't help but gape.
Standing across me was someone I can certainly categorise as handsome, and most definitely consider him as a man. A man man. Muscle and all. Undoubtedly, he was attractive looking, dressed in his clad white shirt and white pants, the clothing fitting him in all perfect areas. His boots were polished black and I was sure I could find my own eyes staring at me if I looked at them from close enough. His hair was neatly combed back, thick brown locks sticking in all right places. He looked like a disciplined fella, and I realised I was completely naked. Damnit!
"Good Morning Delilah" The man spoke, making me wanting to have my way with him right now, on this same bed I passed out on a few hours back. I really really really needed to get laid.
"Uhm, yeah-Good Morning" Why the hell was I flustered, I had no clue. Because I am naked? Nah. Been there, done that.
"Looks like I didn't need to allow you to feel free to freshen up." He stated calmly, not seeming affected at all with my nakedness. Well, why would he be, I am sure he saw it all last night.
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