Tony suddenly woke up, soaked with sweat, as he pulled the covers away from his body. He realized that he was naked and looked over to the side. A young girl was laying there naked also. She had blonde hair with a gorgeous body. She looked around 21.
He tried to remember her but he could not remember anything about last night. Last night had been a Saturday night, and that was Tony's party night. He had gone to Saint Allen's Bar down on third avenue to have a good time with his friends, but had somehow ended up with this gorgeous girl in his bed. God, he wished he could remember last night, because it must have been amazing.
He looked around the room, it must be her room since he didn't recognize it. He decided quickly that he had better hurry up and get out before she woke up. Tony did not want a long-term relationship. He was perfectly content with just one-night stands. He quietly climbed out of the bed and gathered up his clothes from the floor. He put on his black boxers and then his jeans. He couldn't find his shirt or his socks, so he decided just to forget them. He put on his shoes and quickly ran out the door.
He stepped outside and took in the cold, fresh air. It was still fairly early and it was possible that it could turn out to be a warm, sunny day. He walked down the street, trying to remember the night before.
He saw his parked car and got in. There lying on the floor of his car was his shirt. Oh, so there is where he left it. He couldn't find his socks, so those must still be at the woman's apartment. At least he would leave her something to remember him by. He then noticed a pair of pink panties. He picked them up and held them to his nose, inhaling the scent.
"Ah," he said to himself, "sweet pussy."