It's a warm, peaceful night by the beach. The soft hiss of the waves lapping against the shore the only sound in this quiet neighbourhood. Sparsely dotted cabins throw shadows along the road in the moonlight. You walk unhurriedly down the road, through shadow and moonlight, enjoying the solitude.
A net curtain sways in an out of an open cabin window in the gentle breeze rolling in from the sea. The movement seems out of place with everything else so still and you find yourself drawn towards it. Stopping outside the window, you hold your hand out, letting the breeze ripple the net under your hand. After a moment you catch a fold in the net and gently pull it aside.
For a moment you cannot see anything and then as your eyes adjust to the darkness inside, you see her. She's sleeping, lying naked on the bed with the tangled remains of a sheet covering nothing more than her middle. On her side, one knee bent upwards towards her chest, holding her there, exposing her naked pussy to the moonlight. You feel a stirring in your groin and glance around you. Seeing no-one, you swiftly and silently climb through the window and move to the end of the bed.
You stand there a moment watching her breathing. Her chest gently rising and falling as the moonlight highlights her curves. She looks so peaceful, so innocent, so beautiful, her perfectly sized breasts, her dark hair spread against the pillow. Hesitantly, you reach out a hand and softly caress her ass with your fingertips. Lost in her dreams, she doesn't even notice. Emboldened, you run a finger along her pussy, feeling the soft folds of skin, the knot of her clit, the roughness of trimmed hair after the bareness of the rest of it. You do it again, this time pressing more firmly, your finger sliding between her folds to her entrance, feeling the warmth of it, naturally moist, but not yet wet. The stirring in your groin becomes stronger, spurring you on. You softly caress and tease her pussy lips and clit with your fingers, fascinated as the movements constantly change the way the moonlight and shadows play across the folds.
A soft sigh, a slight movement and you freeze, afraid that you have woken her, holding your breath as you watch her. A moment later and she shifts on to her back, more tense seconds, your heart racing, sure that just the sound of it will wake her. Her breathing softens again, back into the slow, gentle rhythm of deep sleep and you relax again. Pausing to allow your heart to slow and remembering to breathe again you look at her new arrangement. Legs spread, but not too wide, the smooth curves of her stomach rising into the larger curves of her breasts, topped by still-soft nipples, the moonlight highlighting half of her face, so peaceful and serene.