Not yet

She soon finds herself back home with her parents, relieved that neither of them seem to have noticed anything wrong with her. The whole drive back she was sure one of them would comment on something; maybe her dress being on wrong, or her messed up hair or make up, or worse, she was so convinced she smelt of dirty sex, after all, she could still feel his cum soaked in her thong and drying on her.

But no, she made it home as if nothing had happened, and as soon as they were in doors, she informed them she was tired and quickly made her way up to her room. The card she had clutched the whole way home was carefully placed on the bedside cabinet, and after giving it another read, she slipped out of her heels and removed the dress to get ready for bed.

As soon as the dress was off and back on a hanger, she inspected herself, not surprised to see how wet her thong looked or how she could see lines of his dried cum down her thighs. She wiggled out of her underwear before she went to shower in her en suite and get ready for bed, taking her time to wash herself thoroughly, sure she still smelt of her evening's activities even after a hot soak under the water.

She returned naked to her room, hunting out a clean nightie, again glancing at the card with his details on it, wondering if he would mind her calling, or even just texting her, but she resisted, convincing herself she shouldn't look too eager. So instead she got under her duvet, feeling fresh and excited, her mind reliving the events of the evening, the image of it making her pussy moisten instantly.

She smiled to herself as she considered getting her vibrator out, but decided she didn't need it after the fucking she had already had. Instead she closed her eyes and soon drifted into a satisfied sleep.