I woke at 2:30am in a panic. My back was caked with dried cum and it was pitch black. Groggily I threw on my original clothing, stuffed the newer items in my duffle with no mind to folding them, and scurried out the door. The stranger (could I still say that?) had been nowhere to be seen. He must have left after our encounter. Half running down the hall, I frantically pressed the elevator button, racing to retrieve my car from the valet.
Somehow I didn’t get a speeding ticket on the way home. I snuck into the house as quietly as I could. In the living room the TV was on, and Keith was asleep on the couch. With the light sound of his snoring fading in the background, I tiptoed to the bathroom where I had a quick shower, scrubbing away at my back with hot water and soap. I took care to clean up any remaining lube from around my ass, too. Feeling raw both physically and emotionally, I dumped my clothes in the washing machine and crept to bed.