As soon as they arrive home, Felicity makes her excuses about being worn out, and heels now carried instead of being worn, she makes her way up to her bedroom. His business card that she clutched so hard the whole journey home is placed carefully on her bedside cabinet and she read the words again; his name, address, phone numbers, all there for her to see.
Even as she starts to carefully remove her elegant dress, she recalls what she has done tonight, how she allowed herself to do something so intimate, so daring, all without any care or concern. She realised that he just watched, made no effort to really do more, and that thought excited her for reasons she can't quite explain to herself, maybe it's because he had such self control when boys her age would have had their dicks in her without any doubt. But not him, and because of that she knew she wanted to see this man again and find out more about him. And to be fucked by him, that was a must to her.
With her dress hung safely back in her wardrobe, she studied herself in the mirror, happy with her body, taking in her shape, her curved hips, sure the view for him must have been pleasurable too earlier. She looks again at the card, wondering if she should contact him now, maybe just a text message to let him know she enjoyed it, or just to give him her number. She even picks up her phone for a moment to do so, then puts it back down, not wanting to look too eager, too desperate for his attention maybe.
Instead she heads to her ensuite to get ready for bed, and after a quick shower and brushing her teeth, she is soon just in a short nightie. Again she studies her reflection, smiling as she imagines him seeing her like this too. Finally she slips into bed, resisting the urge to take a photo to send him, and with a smile on her face as she remembers once more what she did this evening she is soon fast asleep.
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