The clock showed 3:24 AM. I lay in bed trying to decide whether to get up and take a piss or try and fall back asleep. After weighing my options I figured emptying my bladder was the best course of action. I got up and left the bedroom but instead of going to the master bathroom I went out into our backyard to "water the grass". There was a full moon out and the trees and bushes glowed in its silvery light. I gazed at this scene as I peed. Soon I shook the last drops from my cock and headed back inside, using a rag to wipe my feet in the mudroom before going back to sleep. At the bedroom door I saw the bed was empty. I assumed Gwen had heard me get up and got up to take care of her own business. I sat down and waited for her to return. One, two, three and more minutes passed, and no Gwen.
I was curious where she might be so I left the bedroom to find her. She wasn't in the master bathroom or the living room or the kitchen. I continued my search and eventually came to the door leading to the screened in porch. I quietly opened the door and went through. There was Gwen, naked as the day she was born, sprawled on an old sofa, her right leg up on the seat back, her left foot on the floor and both hands feverishly working her pussy. Gwen was facing away from the door but I imagined her eyes were closed as she took rapid and shallow breaths through a slight part in her lips as she concentrated on her act. Her tits and thighs jiggled as her fingers went over, around and inside her womanhood. The moonlight bathing Gwen's body with a heavenly glow. Her skin had the hue of dark chocolate, and her nipples were like morsels of the blackest licorice. Gwen's short Afro was like a tuft of dark wool. Small beads of sweat had formed on her upper lip and in the moonlight they resembled tiny crystals.
Gwen had no idea I was on the porch watching her. I silently crept past and sat down in a well-worn armchair which faced the sofa. On most occasions I'd sit there and be able to talk with Gwen or guests who were seated on the sofa. But tonight there was no talk, just me marveling at her long, slender fingers gliding up and down her vaginal lips, with occasional excursions to stroke her clit or to plunge deep into her hole. Her facial reactions alternated between a look of great intensity, relaxation and surprise. The whole scene got me worked up and soon my right hand was pumping my cock to erection.
"Do you like what you see?"
The question startled me like a gunshot. I snapped out of my trance and looked up at Gwen. Her eyes were focused on me.
"Do you like what you see?"