Face the music

You click the button on the watch again, letting reality take it's turn. Miss Jenkins stares up at you in surprise, looking around before her eyes go wide and she swallows your load.

Miss Jenkins: Wh-what happened?

You: Shhh, we should probably head inside now right? Your husband will be home soon?

Miss Jenkins: I- I...

Her voice trails off as she looks down at her naked body. Her mind seems to be moving quickly, piecing together a story for what's happened. She just swallowed your load and seems to be convincing herself that she had decided to do it herself. You pass her her clothes and help her back to her feet, hurrying her into her house. You place your hand on her ass as you lead her into the kitchen, giving it a squeeze.

You: Are you okay? You're acting weird.

Miss Jenkins: I just.. my mind feels a little fuzzy.

You: Maybe I went a bit OTT with the face fucking, you did tell me to be rough though..

You let out a friendly chuckle as she turns and stares into your face, she still looks confused but she nods and lets out a small laugh as well. She quickly gets dressed and cleans up some of the mud on her elbows as you lean back against the kitchen counter.

You: Are we still on for tonight?

Miss Jenkins: Tonight? Sorry I'm forgetting what you mean..

You: Wow, I really fucked your brains out huh?

She laughs again, this time it seems more genuine as she turns the kitchen tap off and turns to face you again. Is she really believing all of this?

You: Well.. we kind of agreed to have another meet up. You said you'd be able to sneak out while he's asleep..

Miss Jenkins: Oh-- of course but.. I'm a bit unsure now.

You: Well, I'll wait for you in the usual place anyway. Okay?

She stares at you for a short while before nodding.

Miss Jenkins: Where's that again?

You take a step towards her, a sly smile on your face as you wrap an arm around her waist and pull her body against yours. She nearly pulls away but instead presses her chest against yours, her hand moves to your hip as yours grabs her ass again, squeezing it as you kiss her on the lips.

You: You're funny Leanne. I'll be down the side of your house, behind the bushes. Wearing something slutty, kay?

She nods and you turn and leave. As you begin unlocking your front door you hear Miss Jenkins husbands car turn onto the cul-de-sac, you grin deviously to yourself as you wonder what to do next.