Her trusty battery operated friend.

Felicity closes her bedroom door behind herself, thinking how lucky she is that her bedroom is at the top of the house, well away from anywhere her parents might be. She’s already reaching behind her back for the dress zip, and even as she gets across her bedroom towards her ensuite, she has the dress undone and is wiggling it over her hips. Stepping out of it, she carefully hangs it up, wondering when she will next have the opportunity to wear something so elegant, but thankful she had the chance tonight as it did catch his eye!

Down to her black push up bra and thong set, she takes a moment to admire herself in her full length mirror, and again regrets that she didn’t allow him to see this for real tonight. She can’t stop herself taking a quick photo as she poses in front of the mirror, loving how this bra gives the impression that her breasts are much fuller than is the reality.

She takes her time removing her make up and brushing her teeth. She knows she is eager to get to her bed and deal with her need for release, but the anticipation always adds to her enjoyment, so she controls herself, allowing the excitement to build.

Finally she is ready and heads back to her bed. The bra is discarded halfway there, and she catches her reflection in the mirror, making her pause as she turns towards the mirror to admire herself once more. “Just one more” she tells herself as she grabs her phone and snaps another photo. “Or maybe…” she ponders, and before she can stop herself, she’s easing her thong down her slim legs, leaving her standing there naked, seeing her full reflection in her mirror, hiding nothing.

She snaps another photo, getting her whole body in, then she turns slightly so her bum can be seen in the next photo. Taking the photos is just making her more excited, and as she stands there, she eases the phone downwards, letting it snap a close up of her smooth and very wet pussy.

Satisfied with how the photos look, she finally makes it to her bed, sitting on the edge so she can reach down into the bottom drawer of her bedside cabinet, her hand delving deep under all the odds and bobs stuffed inside it until she feels what she is looking for. Pulling it out, she smiles as she sees her vibrator, it’s eight inches and lifelike, a gift from a couple of her girlfriends for her 18th birthday recently, as she always joked about wanting one like it. She was shocked when she opened it, although relieved they had told her not to open it in front of her parents.

“Right, you have work to do” she laughs as she lays back in bed, phone beside her, vibrator in her hand and ready to be turned on.