The thought gave her a foreign yet well-known twinge deep inside and more moisture escaped her body and onto her boyshorts. She raised her knees and s...read her legs more placing her feet overhead, on the headboard in a single motion, letting the meager airplay against her entire crotch. The air against moistened boyshorts causing her to shudder.In her mind she could see Bobby very clearly. Every one of his danger room hardened muscles dripping in sweat, the hard lump hidden under his boxers. His fingers met the wetness of my pussy and it was his turn to groan. I was soaked. He pulled his hand back out then and sat up. He reached down and undid his own jeans, shucking them, his boxer briefs and his boots all in one motion. I couldn’t take my gaze away from his bobbing cock. It was gorgeous, long, hard, and looked to be made of velvet. I reached my hand up and grasped him. Velvet covered steel was the impression I got. I began to stroke him slowly and his eyes fluttered closed before. Typically our love life doesn't involve marathon sex, so I was surprisedwhen he was still hard and ready to go after round 1. So I continuedpleasuring him and showing my gratitude. I should've known something wasup as his longer fingernails dug into my back. That's never happenedbefore. He usually kept his nails very short. I was in a post-coitaldaze and I let a second round of sex happen. This time I forgot toinsist on a condom.I was such a nervous wreck after he came. Can you believe. I decided that stating that I was visiting friends in the hotel, andhaving a few drinks inspired me to walk is all, since I live a couplemiles away, walking if drinking might bring a bit of 'good idea' fromany authority.My touch strayed to my thighs as I looked upward towards the nightsky, silk finding hardness within black lace.I was turned on, touches, moonlight, I was feeling the warmth of thealchohol I drank earlier in the hotel.I was experiencing an illicit sexual act, alone, fingertips.