He'd worked very late. He wasn't surprised to find the house dark and quiet. He found a post-it on the outside of the bedroom door. It read, "I'll try to wait up for you, but I'm really tired. Wake me when you get in." He slowly opened the bedroom door and walked in. All the lights were out. She had opened the blinds. The bright winter moon reflecting off the snow cast a glow into the room. He could hear her softly snoring.
He moved to the bathroom and undressed. It had been a tough day. But hey, what else was new. Every day was a tough day. He was tired and almost glad to find her asleep. Naked, he walked toward the bed. She had kicked the covers off and lay sprawled out over the center of the bed, also naked. She seemed to have a thing about wanting to sleep in the center of the bed when he wasn't in it. He stood in the moonlight and looked down at her. She was obviously sleeping pretty soundly, if the snoring was any indication. She was lying mostly on her stomach, but with her left leg drawn up high and close to her body. This allowed a glimpse of her left breast. It was full and lush and as he gazed down, he remembered the soft feel of it. He visualized her large nipples. He imagined the large rosy colored aureole surrounding the darker pink bud. Her bottom was slightly elevated. He looked down at the soft round cheeks of her ass. He was very familiar with every part of her body. Even though this position was limiting, he could see in his mind, the gentle curves of her bottom as it met her vulva. He knew every sweet spot and remembered the exquisite pleasure that each had offered. She was an open and responsive lover. He liked the interplay of real and imaginary visuals and immediately felt himself responding. Amazing. Sound asleep, without a word or a touch, she had the power to arouse him.
