She gets home without much incident

Still with weak knees, she walked back the way she had come back to the main road outside. She looked up the road towards the bar she had left earlier, and briefly considered returning to her friends. But then she realised that there could still be some dried cum on her face or in her hair that she may have missed, and thought it wise to head straight home.

It was maybe a ten minute walk, and as she turned in the right direction she pulled her mobile phone free from her purse, checking for new messages, hoping that maybe he had already contacted her. She wanted to hear from him, to know this was not to be the one and only time she met him. She checked the new messages she had received, realising her friends had been texting her since she left, asking where she had gone. She typed a quick response, telling them not to worry, that she had had to leave quickly. But there was nothing from him.

The whole walk home she could feel the fresh evening air on her pussy. As she passed the occasional person she was sure they would notice her lack of knickers, convinced they would see under her short skirt. She blushed each time someone looked her way, thinking maybe they had spotted his cum in her hair.

Finally she made it back to her flat, rushing in the front door and closing it shut behind her. She breathed deeply, relief flooding through her at making it home. She leant against the wall of her hallway, eyes shut, almost laughing loudly at herself for what she had done, hardly believing it.

And as she stood there, she heard the distinctive beep of her phone as a new message arrived.