Yes, but not before one last surprise

They walk slowly, both clearly savouring the calmness after such an intense experience. She's in no rush to return, wondering how much longer she'll have to hang around making small talk with strangers until her parents finally put her out of her misery and decide it is time to leave. She looks ahead, the sound from the party drifting down to them. As it gets louder, she starts to think that this moment will soon be over. She wants it to last forever, but knows it cannot, that they are about to return her to the large building and no doubt he will then disappear.

"Thank you" she suddenly speaks, feeling the need to say something before it's too late.

"For what Flis? It was you who should be thanked, you were wonderful, such a good girl, so well behaved." He pauses, and for a moment she thinks that is it, that those might be his last words he utters before they make it back to the house. The thought saddens her, she knows it is silly, but she wants to know more about this stranger, and she certainly wants to see that cock again and experience more of what they might do together.

"Will... will...." she stutters, unable to get her words out, worrying she will sound stupid, needy, like a young girl even.

"Yes, if you wish, we can meet again" he says before she can actually ask the question, clearly understanding what she had been trying to ask. "And if we do meet again, I will fuck your naked body." He says it so casually that for a moment the words don't sink in, and they take a few more steps along the path before she comprehends just what he just said. It's like an electric shock through her as she processes the words, her mind already imaging how it will feel to be fucked by this man.

"I want that yes" the words rush from her, forgetting her previous determination not to sound too eager. All she can think is how good it would feel to have that cock inside her, somehow knowing it would be so much better than any of the few cocks she has experienced in her young life to date, how she would let him do that right here, right now if he were to ask her.

"Good, good" he mutters absentmindedly, distracted as he reaches inside his jacket. He finally pulls out a card and hands it to her. "You can contact me any time" he lets her know as she takes it from him. She looks at the card, seeing it contains all his details, his name, contact numbers, even his business details. She clasps it tightly in her hand, not wanting to lose it, knowing she will be using it very soon.

At last they reach the large open doors they had departed by not so long ago. He gives her a small caress down her back, before easing her forward away from him. She steps inside, looking around, wondering if anyone has noticed them returning together. The room is fuller than earlier, people in small groups chatting, laughing, no one seeming to look their way as they move through the crowds, back towards the bar.

"Ah there you are Felicity" her mum calls over to her, "come here, meet the Smith-Weston's." As she turns that way, she feels his hand brush ever so discretely over her back one last time before he disappears in the opposite direction, and she goes to speak to her parents, heart beating fast as she wonders if they will notice anything different about her.