Isabella felt her legs shaking as she groggily dragged herself to the front door of her house. She had just arrived after traipsing for approximately thirty minutes. She opened her bag and began fumbling through it for her phone till she found it. She brought out her phone and dialed her mom’s number. The phone rang for a few seconds before the caller responded.
“Please open the door, mom,” Isabella said, and she hung up immediately.
A few minutes later, the door was unlocked from the inside and opened.
“What happened, Isabella? It’s nine o’clock and you’re late from work,” her mom complained as she pulled the door open and stepped aside to let her in.
Isabella walked in through the door and entered the house, leaving the door open behind her, which her mother quickly shut before turning to look at her. She stepped out of her shoe and tossed it to the floor. As she made her way to her small bedroom, she stretched out her exhausted body.
“I’m talking to you, young lady,” Celina continued, forcing Isabella to turn around to face her.
Isabella knew if she had to tell her mom the truth about what she had witnessed today at the hotel, she wouldn’t let her go back to work in the hotel again, so she just kept it to herself. “I didn’t finish my work on time, mom. My boss told me to clean up his office before I leave”, Isabella said, and her mom’s face softened as she felt sympathy for her.
“Aww, my poor baby”, her mom whispered softly. “Welcome home, baby. Would you love to join us for dinner? To gain a little strength. You must be exhausted by now”, Celina asked with a concern in her voice, but Isabella declined as she didn’t feel like eating.
“No thanks, mom.” I’m full. I ate outside,” Isabella lied as she headed straight to her room.
“Isabella, your friend, Bianca, came”, her mom yelled from the sitting room, but Isabella ignored her and went to her room. She’s too worn out to talk to anyone now.
Isabella entered her room, threw her bag on the bed, and then proceeded to pull her dress before throwing it off the floor. Her head hurts and throbs painfully, and she felt so tired and weak just after taking a long walk all the way back home. She needed a cold shower to cool her head and regain her strength.
Isabella loosened the clip that held her head up in a ponytail, and her hair fell loose. She let out a long breath of relief as she could feel a fresh air entering her scalp.
Isabella unclasped her bra and threw it on the table close to the window as she made her way to the adjoining bathroom in her room. She entered the bathroom and closed the door behind her, then walked straight to turn on the faucet. She removed her brown panty and settled down on the toilet seat as she waited for the water to fill the empty bucket while she released the urine that had been gripping her stomach in the toilet. She looked at her panty and noticed they were wet and stained with her cum. She slid her hands between her legs to confirm, closing her eyes as her finger came in contact with her pussy. She was wet.
Her mind wandered back to when Matteo had kissed her and how he had grind his hardness against her, and she felt an immense arousal flood through her as she recalled that moment. Her nipples tingled and hardened as she parted her legs slightly, allowing her finger to slip between her moist folds. She stroked her finger up and down her fold, rubbing her pussy, which was aching with needs as she remembered her first kiss.
“Ahhh…” Isabella moaned, a flood of pleasure coursing through her body. She had no idea how good it felt to pleasure herself while thinking about the man who kissed her. She stroked her pussy, encircling her clit, and moaning discreetly from the pleasure she was experiencing.
Her heart raced against her chest as she couldn’t stop herself from pleasuring herself. She started stroking her finger furiously against her clit, causing every muscle in her legs to tense and shake. Her legs were trembling as she approached climax. Her womanly scent was so thick in her nose that it made her feel honier as she sensed she was about to cum.
Her body twitched and quivered as she closed her eyes, remembering the feeling of Matteo’s lips against hers and his calloused hand squeezing her breast. She could feel her pussy pulse as a result of her quick stroke and the thought of Matteo racing through her mind. Just as she was about to have her orgasm, she heard the footstep of someone approaching her room. She stopped immediately and reached out to turn off the water.
Isabella quickly freshened up and flushed the toilet. She walked out naked from the bathroom, feeling refreshed, and into her bedroom to see her mom fumbling through her wardrobe.
“What are you looking for?” Isabella asked.
Celina looked at Isabella as she was interrupted by her question. “My clothes, I think I dumped them here in here”, she said, and she proceeded to search through the wardrobe. “Your towel”, she said, pulling the towel from her wardrobe and throwing it to Isabella, which she caught.
“Thanks, mom,” Isabella said, then toweled her body dry with the towel before placing it down on the door handle.
Celina walked out of the room just as she had found what she was looking for and locked the door behind her.
Isabella fall’s to the bed and landed on her stomach. She buried her face in the pillow and sobbed as her mind raced with thoughts of what Matteo must be thinking of her. Maybe he’d think of her as a slut since she let him have his way with her, but the fact is that she’d lost all control of herself. Her body was desperate for it. Perhaps kissing him wasn’t the best idea.
The buzzing of her phone interrupted her thoughts as she wept, but she didn’t pick it up from where it was since she knew it had to be Isaiah calling. She lay motionless on the bed until she eventually fell asleep, not wanting the sound of the phone call to wake her up. She was certain Isaiah must be concerned about her, but she isn’t ready to talk to him right now. She didn’t want to be troubled by anything or feel guilty.