Only just

As the call ends, she is already jumping back out of bed and heading for the shower, soon enjoying the feel of the hot water cascading over her firm young body. And even as she showers, her mind is running through her options of what to wear for him.

Stepping out after savouring the lovely hot water for longer than was necessary, she wraps a towel around herself and heads back to her room to pick out her outfit. Rummaging through her wardrobe and drawers, various items of clothing are thrown onto the bed or floor, not caring about the mess, only concerned that she should look her best for him. The problem is, she can't decide what he might think was her best.

At last she has her choices down to just a few outfits. Calmly she lays them side by side on the bed, standing back to look at them all, wondering which he might prefer. Or if what she wears might affect what he would do with her. "Or to her" she adds to herself with a little smile.

"Decisions, decisions" Felicity mutters to herself as her eyes flick from one outfit to the next, so eager to get it just right for him, a choice not helped by the fact she knows so little about him. "Pick one, pick one" she tells herself as she glances at the clock, suddenly aware that it is already getting close to eleven, already an hour of the two she has vanished.

"Ok, you" she states in a firm voice as she points at one of the outfits on the bed. "Yes, that's the one" she says as if trying to convince herself of her choice. Outfit and lingerie selected, she starts to get herself ready; hair, makeup, dress. And even as she is doing so, her eyes regularly flick to her clock checking how much time she has left, eager to be ready as soon as he arrives.

At 11.55 she finds herself looking in her mirror, smiling, satisfied she is as ready as she will ever be, and with a whole five minutes to spare! She steps into her selected footwear and admires herself one last time before heading downstairs, taking a seat by the window watching down the road for his arrival.

A few cars drive past and her heart beats faster as she watches, each time wondering if this is his. But each time the vehicle continues on its way. Until dead on midday a red convertible pulls up directly outside her home; she lets out a little yelp of delight as she spots him behind the wheel, looking as casual and handsome as she remembers from last night, except his eyes that looked so deeply into her last night are currently covered by his sunglasses. She watches as he looks at his watch, then her house, and gives a little honk on the car horn.

Even before the sound has faded she grabs her phone and practically runs to the door to let herself out, almost forgetting to lock it behind herself in her excitement. As she gets outside, she tries to calm herself, not wanting to look like an eager 18 year old, even though that is exactly what she is and they both probably know it. Instead she pauses, taking a deep breath then walks towards him, seeing his smile as he leans over to open the passenger door for her.

"Well hello there Flis, aren't you looking just lovely" he compliments her as she slides into the car beside him, her stomach a tight knot of excitement and nerves, her mouth feeling so dry she can hardly get out the soft "hello" back.