I woke in the night and lay in bed next to you listening for whatever it had been that brought me from sleep to consciousness. Around me, the house was quiet, the white noise of night sounds a barely audible suss in the darkness. I knew you were asleep next to me; I could feel the soft warmth of your presence that told me you were still in our bed and hear your soft gentle snores as you breathed slowly and rhythmically.
After several minutes of hearing nothing out of the ordinary I turned onto my right side to face you. In the dim light of the bedroom, cast by the luminous faces of our clock displays and light from the various LEDs on appliances in the adjoining room I could see that you were lying mostly on your stomach, your back rolled slightly toward me as you hugged the pillow on your left side. Slowly I reached out and laid my hand flat on your left shoulder blade and gently ran it down your back enjoying the feel of your body encased in the soft stretchy fabric of your nightie. The lower hem had ridden up in your sleep, and as my hand traveled the length of your back it ended at the warm skin just at the top of the rise of your left buttock.
Knowing that you had complied with my instructions and not worn panties to bed, and anticipating how soft and warm and silky your skin would feel, I continued my journey, luxuriating in the erotic brush of your skin under my hand, following the contour of your luscious butt cheek until it ended at the crease where your upper thigh began. I heard you sigh lightly in your sleep and felt you roll your hip fractionally in the direction of my hand, which by now was traversing the back of your thigh where it lay upon the pillow supporting your torso. Reaching the limit of extension of my arm I dropped my hand gently to your right leg which stretched nearly straight out between us and without pause began the return trip, taking my time and reveling in the warmth of the muscles of your leg.
As my palm covered the planes of your thigh and began the ascent of your right buttock I allowed my fingers to trail lightly over the lips of your labia then brush a light-as-a-feather whisper up the crack of your ass. I flattened my hand over the upper limit of your buttock and lower back, then lifted my thumb and the edge of my palm allowing it to track smoothly over the hem of your nightgown and climb toward your shoulders once again.