Get cleaned up

I ran from the room, into the laundry down the hall, stripping off my soaked boxers in a spray of moisture. I flung them into the sink, and turned the tap on full blast. Piss was clinging to my hands, so I thrust them under the stream. My crotch was similarly drenched, and I hastily splashed water from the tap across it, hastily trying to rinse off the yellow droplets clinging to my pubes and the hair on my thighs. The cold water did nothing to reduce the throbbing in my swollen member. Groaning in disgust again, I turned off the tap, and left my boxers to soak.

Back in my room, Anna was still deep in her drunken slumber. Her dress had hiked up over her hips, leaving most of her lower half bare. Her legs were spread wide, and her already skimpy thong was wedged between the lips of her cunt, leaving her barely covered. I thought I could see a few fair hairs poking around the strip of fabric, which surprised me; I'd assumed a party girl like her would be shaved bare down there. This glimpse of her pink, puffy lips was enough to make my cock twitch again.

Just my luck to have a stunning girl on my bed, practically falling out of her clothes, right after emptying her bladder all over me. Still, it was such a tempting situation...