Time to head home

You grunt as you pull out of Lyndsey, your cock leaving her ass with an audible pop. She's gasping face down on the car seat, ravished and ravaged, utterly owned and used. You sit up, tucking your cock away, then pull the car keys out of the ignition.

"Thanks for a good time Bambi," you growl, patting her rump. "Nice tight holes. Catch you later slut. Maybe we'll have some more fun."

She gives a little sobbing gasp, looking at through her tousled hair as you open the passenger door and get out of the car. Walking away, you toss the keys under another car and stride towards your own vehicle.

You roll the window down as you drive, letting the cool air flow over your face and keeping you from becoming too drowsy. It's been a long day of fucking and sucking, and your cock and balls ache happily. You take it easy driving home, savouring the memories and not wanting to attract attention. It's after midnight when you arrive home and park, and there are few lights on in the buildings.

As you step out of the underground garage you see a car park in the lot up near the Mellon Building. It's hard to tell from this distance, but it might be a red Mustang. You watch for a moment and see someone get out quickly, and a shape disappear into the darkness. From this distance you can't tell if it's Lyndsey. You expect to see someone enter the door of the Mellon building, assuming that this late arrival, whether Lyndsey or not, is a student but nothing happens. For a moment you're tempted to investigate but the thought of climbing into bed and getting some sleep is overpowering.

The last thing you want right now is another adventure.