Sort of.

As she dabs at the various patches on her dress, she feels him reach down to her, and uses another tissue to gently wipe at her face. Even in her slight panic she smiles, imaging how she must look, dressed up so fancy and yet her face covered in cum. Slowly she relaxes as the cum seems to not be leaving any visible evidence of what she has done, or at least not anything too obvious. There's a slightly darker patch over her breasts, but she tells herself that she could say she spilt a drink maybe.

Satisfied she has cleaned as best she could, she begins to get to her feet. As she does she once more feels the wetness between her thighs, now sensing that her thong is soaked through and sticking to her freshly waxed skin. He holds out a hand to her as she starts to stand, and she thankfully accepts it, letting him pull her up back to her feet, slightly unsteady as she stands, a mixture of kneeling down and the whole experience and intensity of what has just happened.

"Nothing shows does it?" She looks up at him, concern on her face, watching as his eyes roam again over all over her.

"No Flis, you are fine, fine. Besides, by now there will be plenty of girls at that party who have different stains on them, I bet a few will be for the same reason as yours" he tells her with a grin, making her giggle at the thought that maybe she isn't the only one who has done something so naughty tonight.

"Now young lady, I suppose we should get you back, before anyone starts to wonder where you are." He holds his hand out once more and she happily placed hers inside it. As his grip tightens, she feels another thrill run through her body, all the way to her wet pussy. But at the same time she tells herself that this is probably it, that they are already heading back and she won't likely ever meet this man again.

They walked across the soft grass in relaxed silence, soon back on the pathway heading back to the mansion. Even as they walk she can feel her wetness run down her thighs, and she giggles to herself as she wonders if the inside of this beautiful dress will show signs of what she has done, telling herself she will need to check it later. She turns to look at him beside her, her hand held firmly as they walk, and as she does, he looks back to her, smiling softly, making her heart beat fast again. He stops her, spinning her slightly to face him, and his fingers came up to her face, caressing her cheek.

"We missed some" he informs her as he brings his fingers to her lips and rubs against them. She instantly feels the sticky wetness deposited there, and flicks her tongue out, tasting what he has left then, soon realising it is more cum. "Wouldn't have wanted someone to notice that now would we" he adds as they resume walking.