The Joy of Alters - Sex Stories

The Joy of Alters

... cleaning. We could come back by and grab your dress after." "Ok." Again she didn't seem to care what happened. So I walked her across the street to a Mexican restaurant and got us a seat outside. I remembered her liking margaritas so I ordered a pair. She at first told me she didn't like margaritas but I asked her to drink it so it didn't get wasted. They certainly were not weak drinks. There were 3 shots in each one and after the first her mood lightened and halfway through the second suddenly her eyes popped wide open and had life behind them again. "M--Marc?" "Yes?" "Wow, what are you doing here?" "You asked me to give you a ride to the cleaners for your dress." "Oh yeah! I forgot! Man you sure made a mess of it." "Um, no that wasn't me Katie." "My name is Elizabeth!" She said, furrowing her brow at me. So this is when it started to dawn on me that this wasn't an act, or a bad memory drunk, or even a bi-polar lady. This woman was fucked in the head, royally. We had one more drink, and she was heavily intoxicated, but was now fun and flirty like she had been the last night. She looked down at her clothes. "What the fuck am I wearing? Why did you let me leave the house like this?" She asked sounding annoyed. "Um, Elizabeth, you dressed yourself, you didn't want to dress nice. In fact until a half hour ago you were in a bad mood." "Huh, I don't remember. So what are we doing? I need to go home and change." "Sure, let's grab your purple dress, it should be cleaned by now." ...

... "Oh really! I love that dress!" She bounced out of the chair. And kept hanging on me as we walked back to the cleaners. "Oh shit, where is my wallet?" She asked. "Don't worry, I took care of it." I said. "Oh thank you sweetie!" and she wrapped her arms around my neck, hugged me and gave me a big kiss on the lips, and I could taste some of the margarita mix on her. We got into my car and headed back to her place. She went to the pantry and came back with a bottle of tequila and two shot glasses. She poured a pair and slammed hers. "God I feel so ugly, she dresses so stupid!" and she disappeared. I heard the bathroom door shut and within seconds I could hear the shower running. I could hear, Elizabeth, or Sarah, or Katie, or whoever singing in the shower at the top of her lungs. I sat at her table, wondering what the fuck was wrong with this woman and if I was gonna regret getting involved with her. About 14 minutes later I knew I wouldn't regret it. She walked out of the bathroom and into her bedroom right next to it and didn't even seem to know I was there. Her hair wrapped in a towel, the rest of her body naked as a jay bird. Due to the angle I only saw the back of her, but it did not disappoint. Her ass was rock solid. No fatty jiggle, no cellulite underneath her halves. Just perfect skin, long slender legs, a waist shockingly small for her hips and the outer edge of her right breast, just visible enough to make my dick jump in my pants. Not two minutes later she came out of ...