Going home

Coming back from Dreambox was utterly confusing. My arms slid into my panties before I woke fully, seeking the delightful cock I just had, finding a vagina with a rather excited clitoris. I started to work on the clitoris when a voice interrupted the pleasure: “Please vacate the room as soon as possible”. Rather disappointed did I remove my hand, picked up my phone, and left the room. On my way out I booked a new appointment next week, with double playtime. Walking through the mall I passed an HM store where I, in a whim, bought a mans shirt and boxers. I walked home, tried on the boxers and shirt and the most loose-fitting jeans I had. Walking around the apartment I packed a pair of socks in the front of the jeans to get the bulge back. I laid back on the bed, opened the fly in the jeans, started to masturbate first through the boxers, then with a finger inside de the boxer stimulating the clitoris. The orgasm rolled in sooner than I wanted, but with an unknown strength.