I awoke when a beam of sunlight peered its way into the darken, unknown bedroom. I had a pounding headache, and no recall of where I was at, who’s bed I was sleeping in, or even what I had done the night before. The bed I was laying in was comfortable, and the sheets smelled freshly washed, so that in itself kept me from panicking.

At that moment, I realized I was completely naked and pulled the cover snuggly around my body. As I moved my legs I could feel the moistness left behind after having sex. But with who?!? Random images began flashing through my mind.

Eyes wide, I stared towards the light that was creeping in through a window shade, and determined it had to be somewhere around 9am. Which was early still, since I had no where to really go that I could recall at that moment. So, I just laid there enjoying the silence of the moment, but almost fearing turning over to see if anyone was laying beside me.

I finally began recalling going to the bar with a couple of girlfriends, and while there we met a few guys who bought us several rounds of drinks, until I eventually lost count of how many I had consumed. I had flashes of a mans face, around age 35, with short dark military style cut hair, a well-trim mustache, and what looked like a body in really good shape. If I remembered right, my friend Tammy was talking to him the last time I could recall seeing them.

A second guy, around the same age, was dancing with Anna. He was tall, like the other guy, but with short brown hair, and he wasn’t in as good as shape as the guy Tammy was with. Still, I remember thinking he looked like someone I would enjoy fucking for several hours.

My mind was pounding trying to recall the other person, the one I must have gone home with. I saw images of a guys face, who if I remembered correctly was very sexy. He was around 40, with short, thinning dark hair, and a mustache with a nicely trimmed thin lined beard. The rest of his body was just as nice. I could tell he kept himself in good physical shape by looking at his well-defined arm muscles from across the bar room.

He looked like the type of man I would love to fuck anytime of the day, until I saw him stand up. He was only around 5’7”, which I consider very short for a man. I’m 5’9”, and I’ve never dated anyone shorter than me. It just leaves me feeling to uncomfortable thinking that people are staring at us for that reason. Plus, in my mind, I always think, short person, short dick.

So, if it wasn’t him that I hooked up with, who was the person who had my cunt aching from obliviously fucking most of the night? My mind was spinning trying to recall the night before. Images of my legs being pushed up high above my head, and some man pounding away at my pussy, sent goose bumps across my naked body. I remember spreading my legs as wide as they would go, as he rammed his cock deeper into my pussy. I ran my hands over his chest, feeling the muscles tighten as he pumped in and out. I grabbed his ass and clawed my nails into his tight ass cheeks, forcing him deeper still, into my aching walls.

I was making myself horny just thinking about who I had fucked in my drunken state. Finally, I got up enough nerve to turn over and see if anyone was laying beside me in the bed. I was disappointed when I discovered no one laying there, but someone had been there. I could still smell the sweet fragrance of his cologne on the pillow. It sent shivers across my body as I inhaled the aroma.

Who was my mystery man? I arose from the bed and found my clothes laying in a pile at the end of the bed. I picked them up and walked into the bedroom bathroom and took a short shower, hoping that would give my mystery man a moment to reappear. I snooped into his medicine cabinet hoping to get some clue to the mans identity, but found nothing but a few vitamins, and something for headaches, which I quickly opened and took two.

I finished and walked into the unknown surroundings of the living room. There were a few pictures on the wall, but none that showed me what my mystery man looked like. Whoever he was, he was a very clean person, which was another turn on for me. Everything was put away in it’s own place, as if no one lived there at all.

Finally, I walked into the kitchen for a drink of water, when I saw my keys to my car and a note sitting on a table… “Sorry I had to leave, but I got a call from work. Had a great time and would love to see you again. Give me a call. My number is 555-0911.”

I picked up the note, folded it over, and then placed it in my back pocket. Smiling I walked out the door and headed for my car parked outside. I was in a nice neighborhood, with lots of houses around, but I didn’t recognize where I was at. I drove a few blocks away before I finally figured I wasn’t far from my house. I almost couldn’t wait to get home and call the number to find out who my mystery man was.

I walked into the quiet, loneliness of my house and picked up the phone. I reached into my back pocket for the note, but it wasn’t there. I searched in my car to see if it had fallen out, but I had no luck. Whoever my mystery stranger was I would have to find out another day.