Try to get out
From Torg Adventure
After thinking a minute, and thankfully deflating, you lift Stacy's mom up enough to slip out of her pussy. You turn her over in the tub and rest her head against the edge. You stand and reach for a towel. Megan is snoozing away in drunken bliss, a smile on her face. With the towel, you push the glass out of the way. You very carefully step out of the water and onto the floor you've just cleared. You return to the bath and carefully lift the slippery form of Stacy's mom out of the tub. Her fine breasts rise and fall with her breathing. As you hold her in your arms, she groans lightly and snuggles into the crook of your neck. She is still out cold.
You carry her out of the bathroom and down the hall, into her room. You don't hear anyone in the house, so you breathe a sigh of relief. In the bedroom, you rest Megan on her bed and pull up the covers. You bend down and kiss her gently upon the lips. She barely stirs, but enough to kiss back just a little. You hurry back to the bathroom. You start cleaning up the mess of wine and glass. You're startled when you hear a loud thump as the front door slams shut.
"Hi, Mom! I'm home!" Stacy yells to the house in general. Your clothes aren't there, as Megan took them to the laundry room. You throw the glass and towels into the trash. You slide into the still, warm water.
"Hey, Stacy! This is Dan. I'm in the bathroom!" Within a minute, you hear footsteps out in the hall.
Stacy pops her head into the bathroom, and asks, "What are you doing in the tub?"
"I came for our project, but I tripped into a mud hole on the way. Your mom put my clothes in the wash and told me to take a bath," you explain, leaving out the indecent act. "I'm not sure where she's gone," you add, "Could you check my clothes in the dryer?"
"No problem," she says as she turns and leaves. Not thinking, you step out the tub, grabbing another towel from the shelf. You dry your hair until you hear a sudden gasp from the direction of the door. You know it's Stacy and that she's seen your nakedness. Your cheeks redden as embarrassment flushes throughout your body. Your cock isn't hard, but it's distended from the sex and warm bath water. You quickly cover yourself with the towel.
Stacy explains with rosy cheeks, "Your clothes aren't quite dry yet. Take these. They're my dad's. Just wear them till yours dry." She hands you a pile of clothing, including a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that are just about the right size. She is blushing deeply from the sight of your cock. "My mom apparently had too much to drink. She's sleeping now. That's why she didn't return your clothes, I guess."
"She seemed a little tipsy when I got here," you reply. "Once I get dressed, we can start that English project," you add. Stacy takes the hint and leaves. You've known Stacy for a long time. You've never really thought about her in a sexual way, just mostly as a best friend along with Randy. You've never done anything physical with her either. You finish getting dressed. The pants are somewhat loose, but the shirt fits fine. You head down the hall to Stacy's room. You see her lying on her bed, reading a book. Her ass is pointed toward you. You can barely see the edge of her pink panties over the top of her jeans.
What's next?
