As the first golden rays of sunlight caressed her supple skin her eyes fluttered open.
Slowly she stretched her languid form underneath the weight of her down comforter and the memories of the night before invaded her thoughts.
The heat of his breath on her naked skin and the incessant probing of his stiff wet tongue caused her to shudder slightly as she rolled over onto her back.
She knew what she would find before she even got there but still she was surprised to discover that she was already moist with anticipation.
Her little clit stiffened as her delicate fingers grazed it and paused to rub light circles around it causing her to draw a sharp breath.
Her hips undulated to the rhythm of her fingers as they danced on her moist petals and teased beads of nectar from her quivering vagina.
Instinctively her other hand caressed her silky breasts, pinching her stiffening nipples as they rubbed against the satin sheets.
First one than another of her long fingers found their way into her steaming cave and probed deeply causing her to arch her back and cry out.
As she alternated plunging her fingers into her wetness and attacking her engorged clit she felt a rising pressure inside her.
She was close.
Beads of sweat formed on her brow and she panted deeply as she stopped her onslaught and reached for the nightstand drawer, where she found her torpedo shaped friend.
It was shiny and silver and she could see a distorted version of her beautiful face in its mirrored surface.
As she turned it on and felt the tingling vibrations of the device she had named Bobby she couldn't help but smile remembering her embarrassment when he had given it to her as a gift.
It was a gift that he used on her that night and introduced her to the magnificent world of multiple orgasms.
Now here she was thinking of him while caressing her supple breasts and while Bobby inched his way lower and lower towards his ultimate destination.