I went back and reread your profile I remember now what turned me on. It was the section about masturbating if alone and in need. I got to thinking..

You slip into bed, alone, again. The TV in the background from the other room tells you thats not going to change, any time soon. Your mind starts to wonder. It drifts back to the bar, and the 3 men. One was kind of interesting. Feelings start to stir. You wonder, what he would have been like. Your body is made slippery by the smooth night gown. Your hand explores the material. Fingers pull the cloth as your mind drifts into fantasy. Your in the bar, short skit showing leg to tease and entice. Your eyes meet, and the stare lasts to long. Transmitting unspoken messages. The drinks go down.

Another round, more glances, and subtle contact. Your hand is under your nightgown, moving slowly, exciting and tempting, instinctively, driven by your subconscious.

Waiting, feeling, exciting.

You leave the bar stool, another glance, and leg. Off to the back, wondering what he would be like. You pause, turn and enter a darkened banquet hall. A mistake, maybe, or maybe a tease, an opportunity.

The excitement builds, panties under your finger tips, TV lost in the fantasy. Then, hes there, standing close, too close, an acceptance of the invitation, an understanding with out contract. He moves and you lean against a table. Your mind races, your at a crossroad, with a push of the hand the engagement could be over. You pause, he waits for your reaction. You hand rubs thought the cloth, like his leg, as he leans into to you, pushing his thigh into your body. You have but a moment, resist, or accept. The passion builds until almost without warning, your fingers push the panties aside and slide into your wet softness. Your sitting on the edge of the table, legs wrapped around his thighs, skirt pushed up, panties pulled aside. Is it your fingers, or his stiff length. You cant tell the difference. You can feel his breath on your neck. His fingers pulling into your back. Wetness flows as you grasp his manhood deep into you.

Lost in the moment. Feeling him fill you, , your legs squeeze the pillow between your knees, muscles tight and tense. Feelings build and explode, you can feel him cumming between your orgasms. Over and over, wave after wave. Then quiet. He slips away, softly, peacefully.

Your hand straightens the panties under your nightgown. Your mind straightens the panties under your skirt. The TV in the back ground, he doesnt know what he missed.