Years ago a female colleague invited me to a German bierfest here in the UK. We were good friends, nothing more, and I was seeing someone but she was abroad... Yeah I know, I should've known better. My colleague offered to put me up for the night at her flat, a sleeping bag in her livingroom, so off we went.

Well the bierfest was great fun, everyone got outrageously drunk on fantastic German lager and my friend and I had a fantastic night. We were both utterly plastered and, not knowing exactly where she lived, I found myself walking her through town in an attempt to get her sufficiently sober to reveal her address. About half way she revived enough to become coherent and we stopped to talk. Except the first thing she did was to start kissing me, full-on, and totally surprised I found myself responding. So there we were, busy Saturday night street, her tongue in my mouth and my dick absolutely rampant inside my jeans. Well I got her address and off we went, stopping every so often for another kiss and fondle.

Back at her place, it was a case of in the door and straight to full-on kissing, hands tugging at clothes, flailing and then falling onto the bed. The 1% of my brain not overtaken by booze and lust managed to say 'Is this such a good idea...??' and my colleague just laughed and said 'I don't care'. I remember that she took my cock very willingly and that she was absolutely soaking and we fucked like rather drunken animals. In our lust-fuelled haste, we'd forgotten to draw the curtains, so her neighbours across the street got a graphic show and she came very noisily when I got my head between her legs for a round of cunnilingus. When we woke much, much later the next day, the cum-flecked duvet, her soaking knickers and her fingernail marks on my shoulders filled in the gaps in our booze-addled brains.