It's definetly home time

Felicity simply nods in agreement with her dad as he suggests they head off. She is suddenly feeling exhausted, no surprise considering what she has done in the past hour. He parents give their farewells to the small group they have been chatting to, before the three of them make their way through the still crowded hall towards the cloakroom to collect their coats.

“You’re very quiet” her mum mentions as they are walking back to their car, giving her a quizzical look.

“Oh just a bit tired mum” Felicity tells her, suddenly paranoid that her mum may have noticed something wrong with her dress, maybe it’s not done up correctly or maybe she has cum showing on it!

“I don’t know” her dad chimes in as they reach their car, “you youngsters, no stamina.” Felicity simply smiles inwardly, knowing there’s a good reason she is so tired right now.

With her parents in the front and Felicity sitting in the rear seats by herself, she has time to think of what she has done this evening, how she gave herself so freely to him, how she has done things that had her friends confessed to them, she would have been shocked at their slutty behaviour. In her hand she fiddles with the business card he handed her, as she wonders how long she will be able to wait before she contacts him, and even when she does contact him, she wonders if he will be interested in seeing her again or if she was simply a distraction for him for the evening, a way to pass the time whilst everyone else networked and talked business.

As soon as they arrive home, she says goodnight to her parents and heads up the two flights of stairs to her room at the top of the house, glad to finally be alone. She looks at herself in her full-length mirror, and she’s sure she has the look of someone who has done something so daring, but clearly not as her mum would surely have noticed.

She slowly undresses, checking her soft skin for and evidence of what she has done before heading into her ensuite for a quick shower to wash away any remaining evidence. She takes her time, savouring the hot water washing over her, until she finally steps out and slips on her nightie.

Again she looks at the business card, again she is tempted to message him now, but she chides herself, afraid she will come over too eager. So instead she lays the card next to her phone as she slides into bed.

She’s soon fast asleep, dreaming of him, of his cock.