To say he walked her to the bathroom would be inaccurate - he carried her. It wasn't in a traditional way, and her legs were moving, more or less, but he did all the work. She ended up using one hand to hold up her jeans, since they slipped lower on her hips with every second that passed.
His bathroom being small was a blessing in disguise. She was able to use the vanity to hold herself up and shoo him out of the room. No matter how bad of a shape she was in, there was no possible situation in which she would let him stay in the room while she used the bathroom. No. Hard no.
She didn't even have to unbutton her jeans, just let them fall to the floor. Sitting down was the easiest part of the whole adventure, and for a brief moment she nearly fell asleep there, black boy-short panties around her ankles. She summoned all she had in her to stay awake. When she was done she stood up and decided to leave her jeans there for no real reason other than she didn't know if she could bend over to pick them up without falling down. Again, thanks to the small room, she was able to just pivot on one foot to be in front of the sink. She turned on the water to wash her hands and was amazed at how good the cold water felt. All the exertion was making her hot. The porcelain of the sink was cool under her hands, as was the tile under her feet.
In fact, laying down on the cool tile felt like a really good idea. The best idea. She lowered herself down, enjoying the cold on her bare legs, then stretched out, cheek and palms pressed to the tile. The last thought she had before falling asleep again was that she'd left the water running.
no subject
His bathroom being small was a blessing in disguise. She was able to use the vanity to hold herself up and shoo him out of the room. No matter how bad of a shape she was in, there was no possible situation in which she would let him stay in the room while she used the bathroom. No. Hard no.
She didn't even have to unbutton her jeans, just let them fall to the floor. Sitting down was the easiest part of the whole adventure, and for a brief moment she nearly fell asleep there, black boy-short panties around her ankles. She summoned all she had in her to stay awake. When she was done she stood up and decided to leave her jeans there for no real reason other than she didn't know if she could bend over to pick them up without falling down. Again, thanks to the small room, she was able to just pivot on one foot to be in front of the sink. She turned on the water to wash her hands and was amazed at how good the cold water felt. All the exertion was making her hot. The porcelain of the sink was cool under her hands, as was the tile under her feet.
In fact, laying down on the cool tile felt like a really good idea. The best idea. She lowered herself down, enjoying the cold on her bare legs, then stretched out, cheek and palms pressed to the tile. The last thought she had before falling asleep again was that she'd left the water running.