The lodger moves in

I toss and turn in my bed. The windows are wide open, but still it's too hot. The duvet's on the floor and I'm naked, the door open to make the most of what little breeze there is.
My mind returns to the events of the day. My new lodger moved in, and he's very cute. I remember our first meeting when he came to look around. He's in his forties, toned muscles under a white T shirt, tight bum in blue jeans, dazzling smile. I found myself praying he'd say yes as he looked around. I was so happy that evening, I couldn't stop smiling.
I had helped him move his stuff in, and could feel his eyes running over my body every now and then. Every slight touch of our bodies sent tingles through me, and my panties had become very tight and damp.
I was disappointed when he said he was going to get an early night, and I can hear him now and then in his room next to mine as I try to get to sleep.
Eventually I get comfortable, spread eagled on my belly, so the air can get to most of my nakedness, and slowly drift off.
My dream is vivid. I'm on my knees on my bed, his cock is sliding in and out of my tight ass, hard and fast. I hear and feel his balls slapping against mine with each thrust, his hands on my cheeks.
He slaps my ass, making me cry out, then reaches under me grabbing my cock, stroking me as he thrusts.
I orgasm, my cum spurts all over the sheets underneath us, and I hear him start to moan.
I wake up with a start. My face is wet with perspiration, but the moisture feels heavy.
I sit up and switch on the bedside lamp, and feel something splash onto my chest from my face. I look down and see a long string of slippery white cum dangling from my chin.
I get out of bed to look in the mirror. My body and face are covered in long white streaks, and I feel something wet and sticky oozing out of my ass and start to run down the inside of my thigh.