I walk into your room, and find you asleep, dozing after your busy day, lying face-down on your bed in your T-shirt. I stand there, admiring you. I quietly undress and straddle the backs of your thighs, being careful not to wake you. I rub your back softly, and as I caress you, the back of your T-shirt is pulled slowly up to reveal your lovely backside, delicately framed in those cute panties you wear.
I lean forward and whisper in your ear. No response. I walk backwards on my knees, still straddling you, until I'm astride your feet. I lean down and blow gently on the backs of your calves. I kiss them lightly.
I whisper again. Still nothing. I lick your calves, moving up until I reach your knees. You give a very quiet, but delightful, sigh of contentment. I know the backs of your knees are very ticklish, so I move over them and look down at your gloriously inviting thighs, the skin just crying out to be loved. I lean down to your right thigh, to kiss the flesh beneath me. It gives deliciously under my gentle pressure, and your breathing hesitates for a moment with a sleepy sigh. I wait until my mouth is nice and wet, then give a long slow slippery lick from just above your knee to the fold at the top of your thigh. A trail of wetness shines on you and I move down your leg to cover the same ground again, but this time more slowly. I lick you, working the wet around under my tongue. As I move up your leg, I kiss and lick all across the width of your thigh, and lick the inside, as far as I can reach down in the gap between your legs. I shift over to perform the same act of devotion on your left leg, caressing the back of your right as I lick you.