I woke up slowly, drifting languidly up from erotic dreams to find that while I slept my hand had strayed across the small space between us and come to rest between her legs. I lay there for a moment savoring the delicious feeling of my fingers slipping rhythmically back and forth between her labia wet with her juices.

Beside me she sighed a little pushing her self against my hand, and perhaps aware that I had woken up, she spreads her legs a little more. My fingers quest lower, deeper between her lips, then circle back to touch and tease her clitoris, eliciting a small gasp and tremors in her hip beneath my arm.

We lay like that for an unknowable length of time. There is no clock, no urgency to our play, just a growing desire in both of us. Soon enough, I slide down beneath the covers and nestle between her legs. Her hand stroked my hair and she pulled her knees up, exposing herself to me in the darkness. I slid my hands along her thighs, kissing her warm flesh, until my lips met hers and her musky aroma captured me.

I nuzzled closer, my tongue sought out her clitoris and took up a steady rhythm flicking back and forth. My fingers began to explore her lips more fully rubbing, circling, teasing, gliding across the opening of her vagina.

Her breathing became heavier, tension building in her legs and the grip of her hand in my hair. As I felt her climax building, I slowed down, keeping her close to the edge of her orgasm, but not allowing her to cum. She gasped out a plea, pushing herself against me. I pushed back, my tongue working back and forth harder over her clitoris, sending shudders through her body and releasing her orgasm. She gasped and shook, gasped again and I slowly drew back, allowing the pulses of orgasm to flow through her body and begin to ebb away.

We lay together cuddling for some time until she recovered her self, then had slow gentle sex until I came. Afterward we drifted back to sleep, exhausted and happy lying side by side.

I have had this experience a few times, waking to find I have been touching my lover in my sleep. It invariably leads to great sex. It is just one more reason why I much prefer a date that lasts overnight rather than just a couple of hours. There are so many more opportunities to make it memorable …

John.