Yes, it's getting late.

John looked down at me, the mess he had created on my ass was still warm. He seemed to have some feelings of guilt creeping in, apparently he was still somewhat oblivious to the game that was being played from both sides. I looked up at him, still laid on my chest, "Let's pack up, it's getting late." He nodded and moved to start collecting some of our things. I had just enough time to rearrange myself, which was pretty difficult with a raging hard on, but with a little effort and a skirt wrapped around my waist it was disguised. I then pulled on my skimpy top, just covering my breasts and I was ready to head out. I was happy that John wanted to prove himself by taking care of all the beach equipment, because I was just so exhausted from the excitement and sexual activity of the day.

By the time we got back to [John]'s place it was almost 19:00, not late enough for sleep really, but I sure needed a rest. I laid down on the bed as Johnsettled back into the flat. He called out to me. "Oh Sarah, I am gonna do a little work in the living room now, so if you need me, I'll be there." I lazily called back, "Sure, okay."

I laid on the bed for a time and just as I was about to drift off to sleep, my phone began to buzz. It was Tom.