Back to your bed.

You sit down on the toilet, the cool porcelain a stark contrast to the warm skin of your thighs. You lean back against the wall, your chest rising and falling with each breath. The bra shifts with your movement, the cups threatening to spill over with each inhale. You look down at your body, taking in the sight of Cait's lingerie on your skin. The black lace contrasts sharply against your skin, the delicate fabric clinging to your curves. The thong rides low on your hips, the lace edge disappearing between your ass cheeks. The bra strains against your chest muscles.

You slowly stand up from the toilet seat, your legs aching slightly. You grab a clean paper towel and kneel down on the floor. You wipe up the cum, making sure to get every last drop. The cool fabric against your sensitive skin is a stark contrast to the warmth of your release. You toss the towel in the trash can. You stand up and look at yourself in the mirror. You slowly begin to undress, the cool air of the bathroom hitting your skin as you remove each piece of clothing.

The scent of Cait's perfume still lingering on the delicate fabric. You fold the lingerie carefully, placing it back in the laundry basket where you found it.

You get dressed in your pajamas. You make your way to the bedroom, the house quiet as you walk. You slip under the covers of the bed, the soft sheets a stark contrast to the cool air of the room. You snuggle down into the mattress, the comforter enveloping your body like a cocoon.

You close your eyes, the soft darkness of sleep quickly enveloping your senses. Your mind, however, is far from rest. Images of Cait's lingerie flash through your mind, the black lace and delicate fabric a stark contrast to the cool darkness of your bedroom.

The scent of her perfume lingers in your nostrils, the sweet and intoxicating aroma a reminder of her presence.