“Damn… look at these tits.”

The words slipped out of my mouth as my hands shot up to cup the heavy, soft breasts now sitting on my chest. Since I left the club I had been apparently very self confident, admiring myself on the ride home, my hands kept touching my body in ways I usually don’t do, much less on the back seat of an Uber. But, for some reason it didn’t feel weird in the moment.

When I finally stumbled into the apartment building, I had to double-check the address on my ID as if for some reason I was not sure of on what floor I lived in.

Something had to have been in my drink at the club.

The second I was inside, I stripped completely naked. I was ok with that, the tight dress had been uncomfortable all night anyway. I walked straight to the vanity mirror in my bedroom and just… stared.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” I whispered to my reflection, running my hands slowly over my curves. My voice sounded different, softer, breathier. “Look at this ass…”

My hands moved on their own, sliding up to my breasts again. I usually don’t give them much attention, but tonight I felt like they deserved some love, and my nipples seemed to agree, they were so sensitive. I pinched them and gasped at how good it felt.

“Fuck… that feels nice.”

I said, not exactly what I was thinking but guess it did feel nice.

My right hand drifted lower, brushing through the soft patch of hair between my legs before my fingers found my entrance. I was already wet. I circled my clit a few times, struggling at first to find the right spot, until...

“Ohhh… there it is…”

A deep moan escaped my lips. My legs trembled as I rubbed faster, two fingers slipping inside my tight, slick pussy while my other hand kept playing with my tits.

“This is so good…” I panted, watching myself in the mirror. My face was flushed, lips parted, eyes glassy with pleasure.

I kept going, faster and deeper, moaning louder with every stroke. The orgasm built fast and hit hard. My body shook as I came, juices running down my thighs while I cried out.

When the waves finally passed, I was still gently rubbing myself, staring at my naked image in the mirror with a dazed, satisfied smile.

“This is going to be an amazing night, my dear Angelique” – odd, only one of my friends calls me like that, but I guess it will be indeed a delicious romantic solo night.

Whatever had been in that drink… I was really glad I drank it.