She had pulled back the curtains and was now opening the door. The pleasant fresh spring air came in and the curtains blew back slightly with the motion, billowing slowly. It looked as if it was a little windy but still pleasantly warm. I stayed beneath the sheets and observed her.
She walked out on the balcony until she reached the railing. She grabbed the forged railing with both hands, put her head back and let the sun shine down on her face. The wind blew around her naked legs. She remained motionless for a moment and sleepily looked over towards the river.
Then she started to examine her surroundings. She rested her lower arms on the railing and looked down at the street. It seemed like there was a lot going on as the noise of the people strolling by could be heard and she observed the on goings very closely. The morning breeze played with her silky shirt. It didn’t seem to bother her that the wind raised the hem of her shirt and revealed – sometimes more, sometimes less – of her bottom. She loves the feeling of being caressed and especially the sensation of the warm breeze on her naked skin. If somebody looked up from the street, surely the shirt would only cover little of her private parts.
Now she looked upwards to where our neighbors seemed to get out on their balcony. She smiled at them and wished them a good morning. After looking up at the façade of the hotel she focused her attention back on the people down on the street.
Then something interesting seemed to happen at the entrance of the hotel, which was diagonally below her. She leaned forward, her uncombed brown curls falling into her face, so that she had to pull them back. In the process of leaning over the railing she stretched her body, causing the shirt to ride up over her behind and exposing her backside almost completely. I could see her rump, saw the sensible gap between her round buttocks that went down to her soft lips. I’m sure the neighbors on the other balcony also had an amazing view of her naked butt.
Paris. The city of love. Breakfast on a tiny balcony with a view the river. And a woman, who discovers and lives her joy of presenting herself to others. Out and about in Paris at night it’s easy to find many more opportunities for erotic escapades. Music and dancing invites you to feel free and uninhibited.
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The ride with the motorbike into the desert was less exciting than she expected. She had driven to the small parking lot to stretch her legs for a moment and walked over to the large sunroof, under which were two simple benches and a table. The shade was good in the heat. She looked across the vast dry land. No cloud in the sky. It was a wonder that the flat bushes, which regularly grew every few yards, survived here at all. Then she came back to her motorbike and an even better idea struck her. She grinned widely at the thought. Why not? Why not?
When she left home, all she knew was that she planned to drive through the desert in the sun all day. It was a hot day and she was a good driver. So she gave up the overalls and instead put on only her jeans cut off up to the thigh and a wide T-shirt that she hung over it. Even her heavy motorbike boots stayed where they were. She always wanted to ride a motorbike barefoot and feel the wind around her calves and toes. And today was the day. She left the house and got on her heavy sports machine. She started the engine and felt the deep vibration between her legs that turned her on so much. She put on her sunglasses, flipped up the stand and left the clutch.
She had bought the sports machine a few months ago because her first bike was no longer enough for her. She wanted to be faster, she wanted a racing machine, not a bicycle. And this one didn’t disappoint her. It was a great machine. It was fast and demanded all her driving skills.
She drove up the driveway and moved onto the highway. She felt the rough pedals under her bare feet, the jeans stretched over her butt that sat firmly in the comfortably padded seat. Directly in front of her upper body was the mighty tank, over which she had the handlebar firmly gripped.
» She wanted it. She wanted to ride her bike naked.
» What she really enjoyed, was her nakedness…
» She doubted that the driver would have noticed her bare breasts – what a pity.
» She felt alive and wild hornyness pulsated in her veins.
» What were clothes for? There wasn't anything more natural than to strip everything off in this heat…
» The seat would vibrate between her legs and she wouldn't wear anything but naked skin…
» Her butt was worth seeing, that she was sure of.
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So Anita had followed that request and had compiled photos from the past few months of her life, photos of beautiful moments, or just beautiful snapshots. And now her mother unpacked the gift from the red Christmas wrapping paper and looked at the photo book. There was a large portrait of Anita, facing straight to the viewer and below it said: »One year from my life, for my dear parents.«
Her mother hugged Anita warmly and her father also thanked her. The photo book was professionally bound in a DIN A4 format, but it was bound on the short side. The pictures had to be large, so she had chosen full-page pictures.
Then her father picked up the photo book, opened the cover, and came to one page with an inscription written in soft, sweeping letters. He kept flipping through and the pictures started. On the right of the open double pages there was the first photo of Anita.
The photo showed her under palm trees on a very beautiful sandy beach. But her father looked irritated at the picture. Anita sat cross-legged on her beach sheet and beamed friendly into the camera, her head slightly bent to one side. However, she wore no swimsuit and no bikini – to be honest – she was completely naked.
Anita looked over her father's shoulder as he stared at the picture. He did not quite know what to think of it, but she laughed happily and began to tell that the picture was taken in the Caribbean, where she spent a two week vacation last January.
»There was a nudist beach?« the father asked a little skeptically.
»Yes, of course« Anita answered. »Well, no… but no one objected that I was naked« she curtailed happily.
»You have a pretty seamless tan, too« her mother remarked appreciatively.
"Yes, it's nice, isn't it?« Anita answered. »That's because I was always naked in the sun. Some wore a one-piece, or a two-piece bathing suit – and I just wore a zero-piece« which she apparently found a very good joke.
Her mother smiled widely and the father apparently spontaneously decided not to pursue the topic. He kept turning the pages.
On the next page, Anita was apparently on a stage with other girls.
»That was the wet-T contest in the beach disco!« she exclaimed. And then she added »It's basically a naked competition, of course. That's why I have not participated with a wet T-shirt for long, but just taken off everything. That made me win, because all the other girls were too prudish to take off their panties. What's a nude competition for, if you don't get undressed to be naked on stage?«
»But did you want to show yourself to everyone…?« asked the mother a bit bithered.
»Yes, of course, I'm a girl!« Anita exclaimed. »And I really like to be naked. I love my body. Why does one have this wonderfully sensitive naked skin if no-one never frees it to show it to everyone. My body is no secret. And my feelings aren't either. I can show everything. My body is a gift that I can freely give to others.«
Anita gives her parents a photo book and uses the pictures to tell episodes of her life. Since she prefers to be extensively naked and likes all forms of sex. Her parents wonder every now and then about their very adult daughter. Shameless, exhibitionistic, sexy, wild, sprawling, spicy and a bit nymphomaniac.
Nympho is Marcus C. Hanlon's hot novel on a very special specimen of woman. More than 8.000 words full of nudity, sex and fun.