The sun was beckoning on the back porch through the gap in the curtains.
Glancing around her room she looked for her robe. It was hanging at the far end of the room, on a hook.
I can’t be bothered, she thought to herself and made her way to the bathroom naked.
After her morning routine she went back to her bedroom to retrieve her nighty. The tiny, clingy one she likes to wear for seductive selfies.
She glanced in the mirror to check out her curves. Satisfied despite a little extra cushioning in a few select places, she wandered into the kitchen to make coffee.
Only then did she venture out onto her back porch.
Her porch is small, reminiscent of a balcony. She picked a chair that was partially shaded so she could still see the screen on her phone, and made herself comfortable.
It was quiet; only birdsong could be heard.
Her phone too was silent, void of invitations to chat.
It’s too early, she thought to herself, feeling a little wistful that she was alone.
She missed morning sex, or at least a nice, deep oral session. Something to get her blood, and her juices flowing.
She glanced down at the skirt of her nighty and raised it a little. There was some stubble, just barely noticeable, visible to the naked eye. She made a mental note to touch up her shaving efforts in the shower later, and sipped some coffee.
After a while, she remembered how distracted she was when she woke up. Her thoughts returned to morning sex, and his tongue between her lips.
I love it down there, he had told her on several occasions.
Gingerly, she touched the top of her mound, sliding her fingers slowly around the curvy spot between her legs.
Would he mind the bit of stubble, she wondered. Would he care, if he licked her there?
Some men say they don’t mind it either way. Personally, she suspected the ones that were good at licking pussy, the ones who knew how without direction, they probably preferred less pubic hair.
She suddenly had an urge to feel the sunshine all over. She yearned to be naked, out here on her porch.
Removing her hand from her junction she pulled her skirt back down, aware there was some mist coating her inner thighs.
That’s not the sun causing it, she told herself. Her thoughts went back to him again, wishing they were together now.
She longed to be touched. And licked.
Looking around her, she realized she was relatively well sheltered from prying neighbors. The balcony boxes, filled with blooming flowers, kept her seated body hidden.
Maybe she could sit out here naked, she thought. She would get her robe and place it on the chair so she could grab it if she needed to cover herself.
The mist between her legs increased.
It takes so little to turn me on, she thought.
Glancing once more around her, she decided she was going to do it.
Quickly, she got up and returned to the bedroom. With a swift motion she pulled her nighty over her head and tossed it onto the bed.
Another look in the mirror to verify she was, in fact, still comfortable with her body, she grabbed the robe and slung it over her.
Leaving it untied, she walked back to the porch, and sat back down in her chair.
A glance around her peripherals assured her there still weren’t any neighbors around.
Here goes, she thought as she lowered her robe and relaxed into the cushion behind her back.
She was naked.
While she sat there, surrounded by flowers and sunshine, she felt liberated and free. And a little naughty.
But she liked it. She liked the idea of sitting there, alone, in the nude, in a completely natural, normal state.
Maybe I’ll do it again sometime, she thought as she sipped coffee again, mindful not to dribble any on her exposed skin.