After the adventures of the night and a couple of orgasms before bed (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5tortq/first_visit_to_a_swingers_club_fm/), it wasn’t too surprising that I slept soundly that night even if it was in a strange bed. I still needed to catch a train home and wanted plenty of time to spare though, so I was awoken by the alarm on my phone sounding.
Switching it off and seeing that my host for the night didn’t seem to be stirring, I decided to put the kettle on to make coffee and jump in the shower. By the time I’d showered, dried off and pulled on a t-shirt to leave the bathroom, I found the coffee made and the guy awake, albeit looking sleepy and with tousled hair in a way that was rather appealing.
Sitting at the kitchen table, we both sipped quietly at our coffee for a while, until he finally piped up to ask what I wanted for breakfast. Telling him I wasn’t really fussed (I’m not a breakfast person), I asked him what he was having. I should have seen the response coming from miles away… “Hopefully you in this outfit of yours”. Cheesy though it was it made me giggle, so getting up from my seat I told him to give me a while and headed back to the bedroom to find my bag.