This happened before people had to be worried about aids, and when men expected women to be on the pill. I was just back from a stint overseas, working 7 days a week and 16 hours a day. My bosses were fair, they took account of the hours worked and gave time off in lieu to compensate. So I knew I would be on leave for two or three weeks. A friend who lived almost opposite had invited me to a party that night, and despite the jet lag and general tiredness I went. After an hour or so my head was aching , I needed fresh air so went out into the garden. I was sitting quietly when I heard a noise from behind the shed, a bloke came out from there, zipping up his fly and saying angrily " stupid bitch " or something like that. he went off back into the party. A minute or two later a girl came out, crying hysterically. I went over and asked if she was OK, handing her my handkerchief to use. She calmed down, and tidied herself up. Then she said she could not go back into the party, would I go and get her bag and bring it to her . She told me where to find it, what colour, so in under two minutes I was back. I told her I was going home myself, so we both slipped quietly out the front door. I asked if she was OK for getting home , she said not really, there are no buses at this time of night. I told her I lived opposite and she could use my phone to call a taxi. So we went up to mine, a spacious flat on the first floor of a converted Victorian house. Once we were indoors I noticed she was shaking. I asked if she was cold, she replied not cold, just very hungry. So I sat her down, put one of my cardigans round her shoulders and quickly knocked up an omelette for us both. Frankly my cooking is more than competent, and she polished it off like she had not eaten for days. I asked if I should call a taxi, but she replied would it be OK if she stayed until she could get a bus in the morning. No problem was my reply. I stood up to clear the dishes and came over giddy, my head spinning . I apologised, saying it was fatigue and jet lag . The next thing I remembered I woke up in my own bed, wearing shirt and shorts. I realised there was someone in the bed beside me, fast asleep. I reached out and felt a warm body, bare back towards me. Still groggy I instinctively put my arm over her to pull her closer for a cuddle and my hand went on to a sizeable , firm breast. My mind was in a daze, had I shagged her and could not remember ? Surely not. I let my hand go down to her pussy, she was wearing panties. As I was feeling to see if she was wet she started moaning gently, and moved on to her back. I was now sufficiently awake to realise she was having a wet dream and my hand was helping. As gently as I could I moved her panties aside and got my fingers into her slit and on to her clit and played her up towards an orgasm. Her moans became more frequent and more intense, then she came. Her pussy filled with juice. My cock was now rigid and bursting, so I got on to her , holding her panties to the side I slipped my cock in and started thrusting as lightly as I could. Her arms were now wrapped around my neck, her face pressed up against mine and she was whispering sweet moans into my ear. She burst into another orgasm just as I shot my load into her pussy. To my shame my tiredness then kicked in and I totally phased out. When I woke later, that is late in the morning, she was still there asleep beside me. I slid out of bed, went and showered, shaved, cleaned teeth and the rest. I was in the kitchen making a cup of tea when I heard her in the bathroom. I called out " do you want tea ?" and she called back " yes please, milk , no sugar, two slices of toast with butter " followed by a giggle. For some reason I thought I would find her dressed and ready to leave, but instead when I brought the tray into the bedroom she was sitting up in my bed, her very large breasts clearly on view. She took the tray as I slipped off my towelling robe and got back into bed beside her. She immediately started tucking into the toast, between mouthfuls she said " technically that was rape, but then technically I asked for it, and actually thoroughly enjoyed it. Thanks " . With that she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, and got back to eating the toast. After finishing the breakfast I put the tray on the floor beside the bed, and put my arm around her. She cuddled up really close to me, and I started playing with her breasts and nipples. " I don't even know your name " I said. She said her name was Jane. I apologised saying I did not remember much about what had happened last night. She told me I had almost fainted, that she had helped me to the bedroom, taken off my shoes and trousers and put me into bed. She had got undressed herself as she did not want to be seen in rumpled clothes on the bus in the morning, but was worried about me so decided to sleep in the same bed. By now we had both slid down into the bed, my hand had gone exploring and discovered that she had removed her panties. My fingers slid into a small bush of silky hair and then into a wet slit. Immediately she went on to her back and pulled my mouth towards hers, kissing and tonguing passionately. Her legs separated allowing my fingers to get into her pussy. I was rubbing on her clit as softly as I could , her kisses telling me she was building. Then her hand came on top of mine, she started using my hand to rub her clit and slit as she wanted it done. Much harder and faster than I was doing, slightly moving my fingers to different places. Just as she burst into orgasm she pushed two of my fingers into her hole and held them there. Not knowing what to do I started pushing them in and out of her, finger fucking her pussy. That brought on a second orgasm much stronger than the first. Then she whispered " now your cock, I want it hard " . I was on top in a shot . She did not wait for me, she pulled it towards her pussy and as soon as she had guided my tip into her hole she was bucking and pushing , her legs wrapping around my back. I was so aroused I started thumping in to her, each thrust causing her to groan loudly . In what seemed like an instant she was having her third and most powerful orgasm and I was emptying every drop of my spunk into her sopping wet hole. We laid there, she hugging me hard and giving me endless kisses. Then we rolled onto our sides and relaxed. I dozed off again, for how long I do not know. When I woke she was lying there looking at me, a broad smile on her face. Again she was kissing me. " Have you got anything on today " she asked. " No " I replied. " Can I stay here then, for the rest of the day ? " " Oh yes " I said. " On one condition, you do not get dressed until it is time for you to leave " . She nodded her head in agreement, laid her head on my chest, her hand on my limp cock, and dozed off. I will describe the rest of the day in the next post. It is worth reading.