Virginia opened her eyes a moment later or so it seemed. For an instant, she was disoriented. She'd passed out on the shag area rug on the living-room floor, with her legs spread and Jeff between, eagerly gobbling her cunt-lips and clit and the juices from the mouth-filling morsel of her twat. But now. She suddenly realized that she was lying on her bed. She was covered with a light sheet her own and nothing else. Between her thighs she felt dampness. She reached her hand down, wondering where Jeff had gone, as she touched the wet lips of her cunt. Virginia sat up and fought back a brief wave of dizziness.
"Jeff?" she called softly, surprised at the quaverin her own voice. There was no answer from the darkened apartment.
She stood, and felt something sticking to the soft flesh of her ass. It was a towel. She pulled it away and rubbed the patterned impression from her flesh. Evidently, Jeff had thoughtfully placed it beneath her in order to prevent her abundantly overflowing cunt-juice from staining the cover of her studio high-riser bed. And then he'd slipped out. What kind of a man was he? She wasn't sure. Once, when she was sixteen, she'd known a middle-aged man who'd loved nothing more than to watch her finger-fuck herself. It gave him intense pleasure, he'd said, to watch her coming so powerfully.
Perhaps Jeff was like that, too. She strode unsteadily into the bathroom, her knees shaking.
But then again, she thought, the man she'd known as a teen-ager had jacked himself off while he'd watched her masturbate. And Jeff hadn't so much as rubbed his cock all the time they were together. She started running the water for a hot, leisurely bath. She wanted to soak the tension from herpleasantly aching body. Well, she decided, if watching a woman getting off is what turns Jeff on fine by me. Evidently, her answer to the question on multiple orgasms had found a match. But then, the way she'd been burning, she'd have been willing to demonstrate her answers to any of the other preferential sex questions.
She hadn't even begun to suspect the truth, yet.