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 ...as feeling the warmth of thealchohol I drank earlier in the hotel.I was experiencing an illicit sexual act, alone, fingertips grazing mysmooth thighs, I felt like 'she' was getting her way, drawn to thesolitude of the cool dark brickwork alley, I liked the drama of themoment, the style, intoxicating.Alarmingly, I realized i could get carried. Nothing. ‘Shit. We have no electricity.’ ‘Light a fire,’ Jamie suggested. I went over to our fireplace and turned on the gas. With the book of matches I found on the mantle, I lit the fire. ‘Fake fire, eh?’ Jamie said laughing. I smacked him playfully in the leg. ‘Hey, it’s a fire isn’t it?’ He nodded and sat down on the carpet in front of the fire, his back resting against the sofa. ‘What are you doing?’ ‘It’s cold down here. I want to get warm.’ I left Jamie without another word and ran. Without ever really doing so. Anyway, it was on the drive back from having dropped Cheryl off that I had mentioned to Kate just how fucking horny I had gotten from all that. And without being embarrassed by saying it, admittedly told her I was half tempted to get myself off right then and there. I remember her laughing, and then telling me to go for it. Like I told you Steven, it had been a couple of years by this time since we'd done anything, and with my marriage to you only a couple of days. At about a quarter to nine, over the lovely voice of the very horny Shania Twain on the stereo, I heard the sound of a car pulling up outside. I jumped up and raced to the window and pulled back the curtain, Lena was peering over my shoulder. There was no sign of a flashy sports car anywhere, I was disappointed, it wasn't Elaine after all. I was just about to let the curtain go, when I noticed a nice looking young woman get out of a red Ford Focus.There was something familiar about her but.