Head inside

Deciding that Jacob would know you were inside, and feeling the need to freshen up at least your hand, you head to the door, stumbling a little from how weak your legs feel after your impromptu masturbation session.

"S-sorry." you mutter as you brush against someone.

"Excuse me, miss, do you have an appointment?" the man asks doubtfully, his nose in the air and his hands folded across the stomach of an impeccable suit.

"I'm, uh, here with Mister Wright."

"Mister Wright... The mayor...?"

"The mayor? Oh no, his son Jacob! Wait, is the mayor here? Jacob didn't mention that..."

A whole new kind of excitement floods through you. Jacob was introducing you to his dad? Lately you'd started to wonder if all he was interested in was the sex, but this changes everything, takes it all to a whole new level.

"His... son..." the man looks at you oddly. "Give me a moment, please..."

"Sure..." you start to say, but he turns and walks away to a table in a corner. You don't see who he's talking to but you assume it is Jacob's father. You shuffle foot to foot in anticipation, forgetting how that makes your semi-transparent skirt rise. And rise it does, showing off legs glistening from your own cum, a few bruises from last night's gang bang on your upper thighs, and of course your reddened pussy with its obviously engorged lips that practically sparkle like diamonds. As if that wasn't enough you'd hastily tied the dress back behind your neck in a loose knot that left the front hanging a little lower, making on thick dark nipple nearly pop out.

At last...