David woke slowly from his nap; he guessed it was the bird's chirping that brought him from his state of slumber. He wasn't used to hearing sounds from nature, but today with the warm weather David and his wife Victoria had opened all the windows and fallen asleep holding each others hand. He turned to Victoria and smiled as his eyes enjoyed the shapely form of the woman he loved. She had turned while sleeping and now lay on her back. Her deep breathing caused her breasts to rise and fall.
After months of cleaning snow off his windshield and layering sweaters, coats, hats and gloves; the spring-like weather was better than internal heating. He often felt stifled by the freezing weather, those months when the weather had such control over his moods. He missed all that the cold weather hid under its layers of snow and cold.
Victoria lay there wearing the outfit she had resisted wearing that morning. He loved the outfit, and in the cold of winter it had appeared in his fantasies. This morning with the day's warm weather he slid into his shorts and remembered the outfit. The blue shorts were the shortest pair she owned, and they hugged her hips. The cropped top showed her soft skin, and as it tied in the front, the full shape of her breasts was displayed for him.
He knew she had bought the outfit only for his pleasure at home, and she resisted wearing it outdoors in front of others, being very self-conscious about her looks. Looking at her now he felt sorry for every guy before him who had passed her up. This morning when she had argued against wearing the adorable outfit he promised they would drive a distance away and guarantee that no one she knew would see her.
He watched her now, remembering how she had moved, how she had kept her jacket on feeling self-conscious until it was too warm. He recalled putting his arm around her waist as they walked around the park. He had watched her walk to get them ice cream as he lazily remained sitting on the park bench.
Her body wasn't like the blow-brushed bodies he saw in advertisements. No, after experiencing a real woman, those advertisements rang shallow. Her stomach wasn't flat, her extra weight added to her curves, and he loved her. He'd rather have Victoria than any woman who fretted about dieting.
Thinking of her curves he started reaching for her, and stopped himself as she looked so peaceful. He had licked, kissed, and caressed, every part of her body he was sure. He let out a low groan remembering the last time she had welcomed him inside her. He was surprised at the feelings she stirred in him as he only looked at her.
He looked at the clock, they had only slept 20 minutes and Victoria was a long napper and probably wouldn't be up soon. But he was longing for her already. He started to get up, but as he moved on the bed Victoria rolled over on her side facing him. He didn't have the self-control to leave her looking like this. Her breasts, somewhat loose in the short top, formed curves she rarely accentuated in the clothes she wore. Yes, this was the perfect view. He grinned and adjusted his own shorts.
