My [F]irst One Night Stand and The Walk Of Shame Home. [FM]

I awoke in a daze, my eyes struggling to focus. I turn to check the time, but to my surprise my bedside locker wasn’t there only the unfamiliar glare of daylight breaking through where there wasn’t a window before. In my confused state I sat up in the bed, realising now that it wasn’t my own. My pink floral bedsheets replaced by tired old beige, to my left a unknown figure lay dormant. His exaggerated snores lead me to believe he was either out cold or over acting that he was still sound a sleep. Where was I? Who was he? How did I end up here? I didn’t have time to seek out these answers. It was time to make my swift exit, I slowly and stealthy lifted the covers revelling we were both still naked. I slide quietly out of the bed, my head pounding, mouth dry and very little recollection of what had happened the night before. I surveyed the carnage of the room trying to piece together what had happened, searching for my panties in the debris. But alas my search was in vein, as amongst the empty bottles and condom wrappers my dear old panties had not survived the battle. Their delicate fabric no match for the vigorous mystery figure still grunting loudly in the bed, a momentary flash of recollection told me as I vividly recall him tearing them from me. My poor bra had suffered an all to similar fate, hooks torn and buckled. A rush of fear, regret, panic and shame swept over me, but now wasn’t the time for those thoughts. I neeedd to get home before my parents realise I hadn’t come home yet.

I was left with no other option but to ruffle through the lifeless figures wardrobe, in search of something to cover up in preparation for my walk of shame. An oversized hoodie was slipped on and just about covered my dignity, before making my way out of the bedroom. My next mission was to clean myself up and get much needed hydration, I could feel last nights makeup tight and dry on my face. Stumbling quietly through the house looking for the bathroom I came across more evidence of what had accrued, clothes laying a trail up the stairs and to the bedroom. Jeans and a shirt thrown haphazardly, my dress hanging over the banister of the stairs. Picking it up I could feel the dried in cum crack in my hands, another wave of memories hit me. Me on my knees in the doorway, his cock deep in my mouth, me bent over onto the stairs, him fucking me from behind, him jerking a sticky load across my face, him eating me out as he throw me onto his bed. I grab the dress and made my way to the bathroom, looking up in horror to see that it wasn’t only my makeup that had dried my skin out. My cum stained face and hair and two large hickys had now adorned my neck, to add to the shame of the night before.

I hurriedly cleaned myself up and fixed my hair into a ponytail, feeling more dried in cum as I did. My stomach was turning as I remembered how much he came on me, but now wasn’t the time to begin regretting my obviously poor decisions for the previous evening. I made my way to the kitchen, the early morning sun glaring through the window highlighting the days old filth across the counter. I found some much needed painkillers for my ever worsening headache, unsure if it was the memories or the booze that was causing it. More than likely a mixture of both I thought to myself as I gulped down more water than I could manage. As I prepared myself for the inevitable walk of shame, I realised in my still slightly intoxicated state I had forgot my shoes and handbag in the bedroom. I debated if I should just leave them but figured it was a risk worth taking as my whole life was in that bag, I snuck back upstairs and into the room. I could hear voices coming from another room further down the corridor, so I hurried myself back into the mystery mans room.

He was still knocked out on the bed, but now rolled over to reveal his shrivelled manhood with condom still attached. I was both repulsed and relieved to see it filled with another of his large loads, as memories of us going wild in that very bed mear hours ago filled my mind. Mostly doggystyle, or at least that’s what I remember most. A flutter or tingle in my neither region took hold as I pieced together what happened, but it was soon overtaken by more shame. Who knows if he woke up he might have got another round in, but I decided the wise move was to leave before he woke. Grabbing my bag and stuffing my ruined dress as best I could into it and with shoes in hand I made my exit. Not before a cheeky remark from another figure now in the kitchen “Sounds like you had a fun night” he joked as he sat down to his bowl of cereal, caught off guard I rushed out the door without reply.

The morning sun ravaged my poor delicate eyes, I wasn’t sure where exactly I was or where I was heading. But eventually I found some familiar landmarks that guided me towards home. Wishing to god that I wouldn’t be seen by anyone I knew, I was lucky in this regard but that didn’t stop onlookers secretly judging me as I walked down the street. Cover my hickys as best I could with the old worn out hoodie, I wasn’t sure if the smell was from me or his hoodie but I soldiered on. So with only my mystery mans oversized hoodie to cover me up, the cold air breezing through my legs left a shiver up my spine as I marched on as fast as I could in my 6” heels. From the look of disgust on the little old lady walking her dog to the cat calling builders high on the scaffolding, I could not get home quick enough.

As I got to the final stretch of my journey and out of the busy city streets, my mind started to piece together the evening’s events. It was mostly a blur but certain events stuck out in my mind, that compounded my shame and also slightly turned me on too. The beginning of the night was standard affair, meet up with girlfriends, then to the bar, this is where things start to blur. Mystery man and his friends join us, we start doing shots. Then blank until I remember making out with him outside, where exactly I don’t know. Then blank again until some heavy grinding on the nightclub dance floor, his hands all over me. I’m not sure about what happened next it gets more static, but I remember sucking his cock while I was sitting on a toilet. This could have been in the bar, the nightclub, somewhere else or even back at his place, all I know is a dick was sucked. Everything else was back at his place, sucking him off once we got in the door, fucking on the stairs, he blasting a load on me, going to his room and more fucking, sucking and licking. By the time I got home I was dripping wet and ran into the shower before my mum caught me, I definitely made great use of the showerhead that morning. His hoodie brought some questioning from my parents but other than that nothing was ever mentioned about it again and my mystery man remained a mystery until a couple months later when we had another round or two.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/pkzhbr/my_first_one_night_stand_and_the_walk_of_shame