Getting Dressed

I stand there, taking deep breaths. Calming down. My nipples are still hard, and the cool air feels even colder as it wafts over the heat of my wet pussy.

That was ridiculous and stupid. But, time to move on.

I strip out of the cheap cheerleader outfit and toss it aside, remove my panties, roll them up, and place them in my bag.

Then I check my phone, which does actually have some notifications. Gloria texted about the gig, and Dylan messaged that he was going to be home early.

Gloria can wait. Dylan though. I...

{reveal "snap a pic."}{endreveal}

And send it to him. In part as a sort of apology; i haven't been a very well-behaved girl today. But also because I'm still really fucking horny.

I add, "Just getting dressed after a long shoot. Can't way to see you," with a heart emoji for good measure to a following message.

Then I put aside the phone and get dressed into my actual clothes, spare panties included, and make a quick and quiet exit as possible.