She should get ready for bed first

As soon as they arrive home, Felicity makes her excuses about being tired and heads up to her bedroom, glad to avoid any further questions about the evening. She slips her heels off, glad to be out of them after standing so much of the evening, smiling as she reminds herself she did also spend some of the time on a lovely soft bed!

The dress is the next thing to be removed, after some contortions to get to the little hidden zip. She eases it carefully down her body, over her hips and to the floor, stepping out of it before lifting it up to both admire how elegant it is, but more importantly, checking there are no signs of the wild sex she had whilst wearing it. Satisfied that she hasn’t left any telltale signs on the soft material, she hangs it up and wonders when she might next get to wear something so elegant. After all, this really isn’t a dress for the nightclub!

Dress and heels gone, she’s left in just her thong, and as she looks at herself in her mirror, she’s shocked to see how stained the tiny triangle of material is! There is a very obvious white stain where the waiter’s cum has oozed from her pussy, along with other obvious signs of her own wetness dried on the material. She peels it off, wondering if she should just bin it or find an opportunity to wash it herself, she most certainly won’t be putting it in with her usual washing she warns herself, her mum can never see this! But deciding it’s salvageable, she instead rolls it into a ball and shoves it in her drawer, reminding herself she must wash it as soon as she can.

Naked, she wanders into her ensuite and decides a shower might be a good idea. Five minutes later she is back in her room, refreshed, her mind now returning to him and what could have been this evening. She’s about to slip on her nightie when she has a better idea, and grabbing her phone, takes a few photos of herself in various poses in her mirror.

She finally slips her nightie on and is soon laying in her bed, admiring the photos she has just taken. She pulls his business card out, adding his details into the phone’s contact list, and then ponders if she should send him a good night message, or whether that might just be a little too eager.