The balmy night air snaked itself around my tender, sleeping form, mingling with the moonlight streaming in from the half-eaten moon pinned to the middle of the night sky. I stirred momentarily, kicking off the covers in a vain attempt to find relief from the pent up warmth caught under the sheets. My red hair spilled across the pillow and came to rest upon my shoulders, a stark contrast against my creamy white skin. The hem of my silken light blue nightie almost failed to cover its matching panties, which were hugging my soft hips tightly.
You stood, naked and lustful, in the shadows of my doorway as I stretched out on my back, sighing contently at the dream circling in my mind. You crept quietly to the edge of my bed and sat, drinking my sleeping form in through your solid gaze as your hand made its way to your already hard cock.
Your eyes fell upon my unblemished thighs and crept upward, coming to a halt at the soft material of the panties stretching across my virginal treasure, a moan almost escaping from your lips. Your cock was hot in your hand and, slowly, you began to stroke yourself as you placed your other hand against my thigh, your fingertips dancing lightly over my supple skin and causing goose bumps to ripple across my body.