She can’t believe he is really taking her home!

She sits silently in the passenger seat, content to just be in his company more as he manoeuvres through the Sunday afternoon traffic. It’s not until they are free of the busy roads and heading back through the countryside that he finally breaks the silence.

“Do you have plans for next weekend yet then?” It’s a simple question but to Felicity it holds so much promise, a clear indication if she really needed it, that he wants to see her again, and she hopes it might be a chance to show off the clothes he has bought for her today.

“Nothing yet, I’m free all week really” she can’t hide the joy in her voice as she provides the information, hoping that maybe he will take the hint that he doesn’t have to wait a week to see her again.

“Good, good” he muses as he looks ahead down the road. “I’m afraid I am rather tied up during the week, but I will have all the weekend free, no boring networking events on Saturday night this time”, reminding Felicity of how they had met originally, at a social her parents had had to **** her to attend.

“I can get away all weekend” Felicity excitedly tells him, but stops herself from going on as she suddenly worries that she is again sounding too eager, that maybe he didn’t mean spending the whole weekend with her, but rather just one part of it.

“Excellent.” His hand moves from the steering wheel onto her bare leg as he glances her way, “We can plan what you’d like to do in the week maybe, I won’t be so busy we can’t stay in touch a little.”

The excitement of knowing she will see him again is enough to lessen her disappointment as she recognises the road he has just turned into, making it obvious he is taking her home already, that she is not going to get fucked by him today.

As they reach her home, she is relieved to see her parent’s car absent, avoiding the risk of having to explain to them why she has been driven home by this older man.

“Don’t worry, next weekend I will ensure you don’t return home until you are worn out” he tells her as he caresses up her legs, the words a clear indication he can sense her current state of regret that the day is already over. “Now, are you taking your new things in, or would you like me to hold onto them and you can collect them from mine next week?”