Hangover Cure

Satine's eyes fluttered open. She immediately screwed them shut again.

Even with her eyes closed tight, she was aware of light filling the room when all she wanted was deepest darkness.

Blearily, she opened her eyes again and looked around her. She remembered picking out this room when they had first arrived here yesterday but she didn't remember crashing back into it last night.

The room was as large and opulent as when she had first bagged it, determined that just because she was single and pretty much everyone else was coupled up, she wasn't going to be palmed off with some shabby box room.

What she had missed, though, when she had picked the room was that the windows were large and south east facing and the curtains seemingly entirely ineffective. She had clearly been just about together enough to shut them last night before hitting the bed but that didn't seem to make any difference. The whole room was filled with bright sunshine, barely filtered out by the thin fabric.

She just lay there groaning for a while, feeling woeful and woebegone.

With a huge effort, she rolled over and checked her phone.

She groaned again.

It was 6.02 AM. She had 3% battery.

Scrunching her eyes up, she willed herself back to sleep. This was ridiculous. She was definitely still awake at 2am last night and her head was throbbing wildly from last night's excesses.

It was no good though, she just couldn't block out the sunlight pushing up against her eyelids.

Bloody midsummer.

It had been beautiful last night. The light had lingered in the western sky until almost midnight as they'd danced and frolicked in the garden.

But this was just rubbish.

She was thirsty. The longer she lay there, failing to sleep, the harder her raging thirst was to ignore.

Eventually, she had no choice but to get up and look for something to drink.

She pulled the covers off her naked body. At least it was nice and warm in the sunshine, even as filtered through the ineffectual curtain. For a while, she just lay there basking in the sunshine.

There was a sexy, silky black nightie packed away in her suitcase but she had clearly been too wrecked last night to put it on. She had been alone anyway, so there didn't seem much point.

Although her room was large, it didn't have an en suite. The house was too old for anything like that to come as standard.

She had no choice. She had to leave the room. And that meant getting dressed, which seemed like quite a challenge in her current state.

For a brief moment, she contemplated creeping round the house completely naked. Surely no one else was as mad as she was to be up. It wasn't a thought she took very seriously though.

Luckily, there was a pretty summer dress sitting on the top of the pile of clothes in her suitcase. She slipped it over her bare body. There was at least a mirror in the room and as she checked herself, she was pleased with the effect, at least as long as she ignored the total mess of her hair.

The dress showed off her tits in a way she liked. They were only medium sized but she had always been pleased with them and thought they were nice and shapely. The dress just showed off a hint of cleavage. She didn't bother wearing a bra.

As terrible as she felt, she didn't rule out the possibility of bumping into Max somewhere on her quest for a glass of water. Her plan to spend the previous evening flirting with him outrageously had been derailed by too much champagne and a karaoke machine but she didn't rule out making a good impression later today. Ideally much later, though, once she had had more sleep, had a proper wash and done her hair.

She left the safety of her room and made her way to the bathroom at the end of the corridor. She gratefully splashed some water over her face and scooped a few handfuls into her parched mouth. There was no glass to get a proper drink though, so she decided to head downstairs and make for the kitchen.

The house was big and silent and solemn in the morning sunshine. Satine felt very clearly as though the house itself were sleeping and made great efforts not to rouse it. The music and the shrieks that had filled it into the early hours was replaced by this heavy, blanketing silence.

The kitchen was divided from the downstairs hallway by a heavy oak door, which creaked noisily as she pushed it open. The heavy flagstones felt cool under her feet.

There was a man with his back to her looking through cupboards at the far end of the kitchen. It was Max.

He looked up at the sound of the door creaking. He saw Satine and gave her the broad smile of someone genuinely pleased to see her. He looked like he was every bit as hungover as Satine but Satine still thought he looked gorgeous.

She also couldn't help notice that he was wearing the same blue shirt as last night but that it was open at the front. His chest looked firm and maybe even a little bit rippling beneath it.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," she replied.

For a while they just stood there looking at each other, smiling goofily but not talking. Satine unconsciously twirled her hair. Neither seemed sufficiently together to say anything remotely sensible to the other.

"Coffee?" Max managed eventually.

"Yes, please," Satine responded enthusiastically, wanting to encourage him to more.

"Coming right up," he replied and then turned back again to banging through the cupboards. After a few moments of opening and closing cupboard doors, he turned back to face her again.

"One problem, though."

"No coffee?"

"No, not that bad. I've found a cafetiere and some coffee beans but nothing to grind them with."

"Don't worry. I can help you there."

Satine was happy to be able to help and particularly happy to be able to have an excuse to get closer to Max.

"Have you got a tea towel, a chopping board and a rolling pin?"

"Ur, yeah, I think so."

"Great." Satine moved towards him and stood just behind him as he gathered the items as she had instructed him.

It felt intoxicating being that close to him, the urge to reach out and stroke his back was so strong within her. She could feel herself becoming aroused just being around him. Mercifully, this had the effect of masking her horrible hangover.

"Now what?" he asked her.

Satine moved around so that she was sort of half behind him and half next to him.

"Put the tea towel on the chopping board. Now pour the beans onto the tea towel and gather it up like a bag."

"Got you. Like that?"

"Perfect. Now ... hit it."

"What?"

"Hit it. Smash it as hard as you can with the rolling pin."

Max gripped the rolling pin and held it dramatically above his head. He turned and looked at her.

"You sure?" he asked.

Satine had her hands covering her face in anticipation of the oncoming crash but just looked Max in the face and nodded. She couldn't help but notice his beautiful grey eyes.

Max brought the rolling pin down hard. The chopping board and tea towel bag jumped up in recoil. Satine shrieked and found herself grabbing onto Max's shoulders. The crash and the shriek echoed around the large tiled kitchen.

Max looked back at her and grinned: "Do you think rolling it might work better?"

Satine nodded back, giggling girlishly. She had no idea where she'd got this idea from, something she'd read online probably.

She reluctantly let go of his broad shoulders and took a step back and watched him calmly and efficiently rolling out the beans with a satisfying crunch. Satine admired the force and pressure he applied to break them into powder.

"Why, don't I put the kettle on?"

"Good idea," he replied. "I've always been a big fan of team work."

The kettle was close to where Max was working, so it gave Satine a good excuse to stay close to him.

By the time the water had boiled, Max was satisfied with his work and was scraping the partially broken up coffee into the cafetiere. Satine poured the boiling water on top.

He turned to look at her full on.

"Good job," he said. "I would never have come up with that. You're clearly a very handy person to have around."

"Why, thank you," she replied and gave a little half curtsey and then immediately regretted it. She was pleased though to feel his eyes on her body as she did.

She was definitely starting to feel a little bit wet.

"What else can you do?" he asked cheekily.

"You'll have to stick around and find out."

"Sounds like an excellent plan." There was no doubt he was checking her out now. And she definitely liked it.

"I should think that coffee should be about done now," he said and turned to pour two cups.

"I'm not sure we've got any milk," he apologised as he passed her a cup of hot black steaming liquid.

"I like it black anyway," she lied.

"A girl after my own heart."

She took a sip and tried not to wrinkle her face. It was horrid: sour and sort of gritty.

She watched Max take a sip as well and she could see him go through what she just had, grimacing as he tasted it but trying to cover it up.

He saw her watching him and laughed, "It's not the best is it?"

"No," she laughed back. "No, it's really not."

This mutual admission of failure seemed to bring them together.

"Still," Max said, "My head is throbbing so badly, I can't afford to be choosy. I need the caffeine too badly."

"Me too," Satine admitted. "I'm so hungover."

"Really?" he asked. "You don't look it. You look fresh as anything."

"Why, thank you," she said again, blushing a little but managing not to curtsey this time.

"Mind you, you know the only genuine cure for a hangover dont you?" he asked.

"Having sex?"

"No," he laughed, "Although, I mean, yes, that too but I was thinking bloody mary, espresso and crispy bacon."

Satine had absolutely no idea why she had said that. She felt mortified. Her first instinct was just to turn tail and run but instead she just stayed where she was and looked down at her coffee cup.

Max didn't seem flustered though, almost seemed to find it cute. She looked up at him again to see him looking fondly down at her.

"Not sure why I said that," she said quietly looking up at him.

"Hey, it's fine. You don't shock me that easily."

There was a pause while they looked at each other.

"You really are uncommonly pretty," he said.

She almost replied, 'why, thank you' again but instead all she said was, "You're very handsome," in a soft, low voice.

He put one hand up to the side of her head to stroke her hair. She leant into him to signal that his attentions were welcome.

Satine had been single for about six months now after a bad break up. She'd never been that long without a boyfriend before but she knew she needed time to herself after her last relationship.

It had been hard to begin with but she was learning to enjoy her own company and wasn't sure she was ready to get with anyone else just yet.

But, still, she hadn't had sex in almost half a year. She'd had one disappointing one night stand just after her break up and it had been months of sexless bed sharing before that. So, a very long time without a properly good fuck.

As the hurt of her break up had started to fade, she'd starting feeling really horny again. Hornier than she had for years.

She'd taken to buying herself expensive lingerie and touching herself alone in the comfort of her own bed. It felt surprisingly good to pamper herself and take the time to make herself feel properly good. But it wasn't the same as having a man.

She had met Max about six weeks ago. It had been at a dinner party of Satine's friend, Fiona.

Max was Fiona's husband's friend and he'd just moved to London. As the only two single people at the party, Fiona had sat them next to each other.

Satine had slightly resented being set up like that but he'd been cute, so she hadn't minded too much. She'd fancied him at once but knew it was too soon for her to want anything with him.

It had been nice though, to talk and flirt with an attractive stranger, to feel herself attractive again. He was clever and funny and self-deprecating as well as good looking. Maybe a bit older than her but maybe someone not in his twenties could be more of a grown up about things.

It hadn't led to anything and she hadn't wanted it to, but she'd definitely thought about him as she'd touched herself that night.

They had seen each other two or three times since, but always in the big group events that Fiona liked to organise, so they'd never got to talk to each other much.

Fiona was almost ten years older than Satine and had been her mentor at a previous firm they'd worked at, so most of her friends were older and more sophisticated than Satine.

Satine hadn't been sure when Fiona had invited her to a weekend house party with one of her husband's other friends, Ben, but had decided to take a chance when she heard Max was going to be there too.

In the event, the lure of the karaoke machine had been too strong and she'd missed talking to him at all, but she had been very pleased to find him now.

She still thought that maybe it was too soon for anything serious but she couldn't deny that it made her heart flutter when he stroked her hair. It made her heart flutter and her pussy wet.

Maybe she wasn't ready for a relationship quite yet but there was no doubt that she was in deep need of a proper, good fuck.

Satine looked up into Max's beautiful grey eyes.

She bit her lip, willing him to lean in and kiss her.

His hand gently moved down from her hair to her cheek, and then to the back of her neck, pulling her towards him.

She closed her eyes and felt her body melt into his as his lips made contact, she opened her mouth to properly feel him.

Both of his hands were at her waist now, pulling her close to him. She ran her hands up under his open shirt to feel the bare skin on his back.

She had missed this. Missed being kissed passionately by a man who clearly wanted her. Max kissed her properly, tenderly, thoroughly, the tips of their tongues just glancing between open mouths.

This was good but she wanted more. She didn't want to be coy. She wanted to fuck. She wanted this beautiful man inside her. She wanted to be taken and shown a properly good time.

She was a beautiful, vivacious twenty seven year old who hadn't had a properly good fuck in almost a year. That needed to change.

Acting quite deliberately, she ran her hand down to the front of his jeans to rub the throbbing hard on lurking there.

God, he was big. She was more excited than ever.

He startled as he felt her rubbing his cock, clearly he hadn't been expecting anything quite so forward.

Breaking from their kiss, he looked her deep in the eyes as she rubbed him.

He didn't say anything but she could tell that he was trying to read her expression. There could be no doubt she was keen from her actions but she could tell he was looking for something even more unambiguous.

She just leaned in and whispered, "I want you," in his ear and then, placing her hands on his chest, she lowered her body so she was squatting before him.

Her hands trailed down his body as she sunk down before him and made short work of his button fly. She was thrilled to discover he wasn't wearing any underwear.

His cock was so big that she had reach right into his jeans to fetch it out.

Without a doubt, Max had the biggest, hardest, most beautiful penis she had ever seen.

"Oh, baby," she murmured, as much to it as to its owner.

She ran her fingertips along its length, from the base to its shaft. Then she gently stroked the shaft with one hand while cradling his balls with the other, feeling how full and tight they felt.

His jeans slithered down his sturdy legs to his ankles.

Still cradling his balls, she guided the straining head of his cock towards her mouth, just coating it with saliva from her outstretched tongue.

She felt wild and sexy and on fire as she slowly wrapped her lips around his head and sucked him, still just stroking his shaft.

Then, she gently lowered her head to kiss the underside of his cock where it met his balls. She let his rock hard length slap up against her cheek as she kissed him then she licked all up its underside to the tip.

Lowering her head down to his base again, she kissed him there again but this time licked and sucked his balls before licking up his shaft.

No cock had ever felt as good to her as Max's did. It felt so big and beautiful in her mouth.

He moaned as she sank her mouth down over his shaft and ran his hands through the golden messy curls of her hair. Her hands gripped his firm buttocks as he filled up her mouth.

Sucking this beautiful cock made her feel so young and sexy and alive. She could feel this gorgeous man's sexual energy thrumming out of his cock and into her mouth, making her whole body feel electric.

Lifting her gaze, she looked up to see those deep grey eyes, wild with pleasure and longing, looking back at her. Their gaze was locked as she licked and sucked him.

The intensity of the look they shared and the intensity of the feeling of his cock in her mouth was almost overwhelming, but she didn't want to break off from either.

Still fondling his tight balls while she sucked on him, she felt him tense and sensed he was about to come.

She had never let a man come in her mouth before. But she had never enjoyed sucking a cock this much either.

Without breaking eye contact with Max and without taking him out of her mouth, she managed to sort of nod up at him, giving him the permission to finish himself inside her.

She was sucking him harder than ever, pressing her wet lips around his thick shaft and moving her head to run her lips up and down him as much as she could. Each time she lowered her head, she felt his bigness and hardness filling her mouth and his tip at the back of her throat.

"Oh, baby, yes," he called out as he spilled his cream inside her. She felt a soft, warm wave filling up her mouth.

All the time looking him in the eye, she lifted her mouth off his still spurting cock and angled her open mouth with her tongue out so that he could watch himself come in her mouth.

Lost in those dreamy grey eyes as his cream frothed in her mouth, tasting the sweet, salty tang of his cum on her tongue was one of the most erotic things she had ever experienced.

"Oh, baby, you're so bad," he said as she stood up, swallowing. His cum even felt delicious sliding down the inside of her throat into her belly.

Satine stood in front of Max. He looked back at her.

"Wow," was all he said.

Satine didn't say anything. She just pushed one dress strap off her shoulder. And then the other.

With nothing now to hold it up, her dress slowly slipped over her otherwise bare body, just catching on her pert breasts before falling in a puddle at her feet.

"Wow," he said again as his eyes ate up her glorious pale naked body. Her flesh seemed to glow like marble, marble just touched with little coral pinks, in the sunshine.

"You fucking rock," he said.

She smiled back at him: "I really do."

He leaned in and kissed her again. His hands were around her. One hand gripped her taut, round bottom, the other was between her legs rubbing the blonde fuzz of her neatly trimmed bush.

She moaned as he slipped a finger inside her. He pushed her back so that her bottom was pushed up against the counter where they'd been making coffee. He leant in to kiss her pert breasts as he fingered her.

He had two fingers moving inside her now, while his thumb rubbed over her slippery clit.

Satine just gave herself to him and let herself be pleasured by this gorgeous man.

His fingers felt strong and authoritative inside her as her clit responded to the steady rubbing of his thumb.

If this was what being with an older man felt like, then Satine was sold.