The morning sunlight was streaming through the sheer curtains of Lara's bedroom, bathing the room in a warm, golden glow. Lara laid sleeping on her stomach sprawled across the bed, arms wide, a golden toned leg and small delicate foot peeked out from under the covers that covered her from the thigh up over her perfect round ass. She stirred beneath her sheets, her bare skin caressed by the cool fabric as she shifted, a contented sigh escaped her lips. She stretched languidly, her arms extending above her head, arching her back slightly. Every muscle in her body felt relaxed and rested--a rare and welcome sensation after the past few whirlwind days.
Completely naked beneath the sheets, she basked in the peaceful stillness of her bedroom. She struggled with any sort of sleepwear as she always woke in the night feeling constricted as if the clothing twisted around her, which always gave her the feeling of being trapped. It had been one of the best nights of sleep she could remember, free from the usual worries that so often kept her tossing and turning. As her eyes fluttered open, she turned on her back, she stared up at the ceiling for a moment and lifted the escaped leg up, then shifted her gaze looking at her toes, wiggled them inspecting her black nail polish,she looked back at the ceiling, then plopped her leg back down onto the bed, she let the gentle warmth of the sun coax her fully awake.
A soft smile played on her lips as she rolled onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow, her voluptuous tits slightly dropping to one side under the covers. The day felt different--like the kind of day that called for something spontaneous and carefree.
She let out a long, contented sigh, rolling onto her back again as she rubbed the last traces of sleep from her eyes then ran her hands down her body over her flat defined stomach, one hand slipped over her silky hairless mound. She missed morning sex; it was one of her favourite things and for her one of the best ways to start the day. She had been single for a few years now, but she was not looking for a man because has had her heart broken too many times in the past and do not want to go through that again. She felt herself get wet with a wonderful heat spreading through her caused by her thoughts. The naughty thought of maybe asking Rene if she could use Peter, crossed her mind, she giggled at the shock of her own thoughts. She would never do that, but the cock on that man was yummy. She thought about quickly using her trusted little vibrator in the nightstand, but it's not the same as having a living body doing things to you. She sighed deeply, letting go of the thought.
Her throat felt dry, and she had a craving for cold water that nudged her fully awake. Lazily, she swung her beautiful legs over the edge of the bed, her bare feet brushing against the plush rug on the floor. She pushed herself upright, then stood up, her calves and thighs flexing with strength as she stood on her tippy toes as she stretched for a last time. She padded toward the door, her long brown hair cascaded loosely over her shoulders in a beautiful chaotic mess.
The apartment was quiet save for the faint hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. As she walked through the hallway, sunlight poured in through the kitchen windows, painting golden streaks across her smooth skin. She decided to open all the curtains and windows in the apartment to let the fresh morning air in. The cool air of the apartment brushed against her body, she's loved it; it felt refreshing, a reminder of her complete freedom in her own space.
She walked to the living room then she made her way to the huge windows and opened the blinds first, then went onto the sliding glass door which led out onto the balcony of her apartment. As she was leaning against the couch to reach the topside lock, she unlocked it then opened the sliding door, a familiar figure caught her eye. The widower, Mr. Henderson who lost his wife a few years ago, her elderly neighbour from across the building, was leaning against his balcony railing, a cup of tea steaming in his hand. He paused, his gaze drawn to the window where Lara stood, completely naked from head to toe, with wild morning hair, a slight smile touching his lips.
Lara grinned back at him and got the familiar warm rush of heat in across her body from exposing herself like this, a playful glint in her eye. Mr. Henderson, with his thinning white hair and his ever-present cup of tea, was a fixture in her mornings. He always seemed to be watching her, whether she was watching TV or doing her toe nails on the balcony, a harmless, almost voyeuristic pleasure in his eyes.
She knew he enjoyed these little moments, the fleeting glimpses of her in the morning light. It was a harmless sort of game, a silent acknowledgment of their shared existence. And to be honest, Lara enjoyed it too. It gave her a thrill, a sense of power, knowing that she brightened his day with her presence. It was her little guilty pleasure that no one knew about.
She lingered at the window for a few more moments, savouring the warmth of the sun with closed eyes, she felt her pussy getting more moist from knowing she was being watched. If her morning kept going like this, she would have had no choice but to use her trusty toy she thought with amusement to herself. The quiet hum of the city waking up filled the air. Then, she opened her eyes and with a final wave to Mr. Henderson, she turned around exposing her tight little ass and walked away from the sliding door, a sly satisfied smile still lingered on her lips. It was a small, insignificant interaction, but it was a reminder that even in the bustling city, there was still a place for simple human connection, for the shared joy of a quiet observation.
She walked towards the kitchen, she opened the refrigerator, the cool blast of air makes her shiver slightly, she felt the cold air on her bare feet on the floor, as she reached for a tall glass bottle of water. She twisted off the cap, she tipped the bottle to her lips, letting the chilled water quench her thirst. A soft moan of satisfaction escaped her as she drank the cold liquid, droplets trickled down her chin and over her collarbone, it ran between her full breasts down her stomach, cooling her skin in the process, making her small nipples react and harden.
She put the bottle back in the refrigerator after refilling it with filtered water, Lara lingered for a moment, enjoying the peace of the morning. The sunlit kitchen was a haven of calm, the light catching on the sleek countertops and bounced off the glass jars lined neatly on the shelves.
Deciding it was time to freshen up, she headed to the bathroom. The cool tiles sent a delightful tingle up her legs as she stepped inside. She turned on the shower, letting the water heat up as steam began to fill the small space.
She stepped into the cascade, she let out a contented sigh as the hot water cascaded over her incredible body, washing away the remnants of sleep, leaving her feeling renewed. She ran her hands through her hair, massaging her scalp with her favourite lavender-scented shampoo, the fragrance enveloped her in a soothing cloud.
After rinsing out the shampoo, Lara reached for her shaving cream and razor, she decided to give her legs a quick touch-up. She lathered the creamy foam onto her long, toned legs, making sure to cover every inch. Carefully, she began to shave, starting at her ankle she worked her way upward in smooth, deliberate strokes. The razor glided effortlessly, leaving her skin silky and flawless with each pass. She was thankful to herself for going for regular bikini line waxing sessions, she didn't have to shave her pussy all. It was perfectly smooth as always, except for a tiny little landing strip that she's kept trimmed very short. She had thought about waxing it off as well. But it was cute and she liked it. She would invest in laser treatment later to permanently rid herself of any hair regrowing ever.
She switched legs, steadying herself under the warm water as she repeated the process, taking her time to ensure she didn't miss a spot. The sensation of the hot water and the smooth glide of the razor was almost meditative. When she finished, she rinsed off the remaining foam and ran her hands over her legs, satisfied with how soft and smooth they felt.
She grabbed her loofah the worked up a lather with her citrus-scented soap, the silky suds gliding over her skin as she scrubbed herself clean.
Rinsing off, she turned off the water and stepped out, grabbing a fluffy towel to pat herself dry and drying her hair. She didn't bother wrapping it around herself, instead hanging it back over the bathroom railing. She walked back into the kitchen, still nude and completely unbothered by her bare state.
Her stomach growled softly, reminding her it was time to eat. Opening the fridge, she grabbed a bowl of fresh fruit and a tub of vanilla yogurt. She scooped some of the creamy yogurt into a bowl, topping it with the vibrant berries. Grabbing a spoon, she leaned against the counter, the cool breeze in the apartment caressing her bare skin with gentle feather light strokes, sending goosebumps all over their body. The world was teasing her this morning she thought with a smile. She savoured the sweet and tangy flavours with each bite of her breakfast.
The morning was perfect, and the simplicity of these quiet rituals filled her with a deep sense of satisfaction. Finishing her breakfast, she rinsed and set the dishes in the sink then poured herself a glass of orange juice to sip on as she walked back to her bedroom.
Once inside, she flopped onto her bed with a soft laugh, stretching out across the cool sheets. The comforting weight of the duvet beneath her, combined with the lingering warmth from her shower, made her feel utterly content. She set the empty glass on the nightstand and rolled onto her stomach, resting her cheek on the pillow, her breasts mashing against the covers as she closed her eyes.
For a moment, she simply lay there, savouring the soft hum of life outside her window and the gentle rhythm of her own breathing. There was no rush, no pressing obligations--just her, her thoughts, and the quiet bliss of a lazy morning.
Satisfied and completely at ease, Lara let herself relax, the promise of the rest of the day stretching out before her like a blank canvas
Her mind drifted to Rene, her best friend, as it so often did, and a surge of excitement rippled through her at the thought of hearing her voice and maybe making plans for the day. The memories of their last evening together were still vivid: the playful teasing, the electric connection, the big cock on Peter, the way Rene made him cum inside her, and the way Rene's touch had lingered in her mind long after they'd parted.
Reaching for her phone on the nightstand, Lara's fingers brushed its smooth surface, and she unlocked the screen. She scrolled through her contacts, tapping Rene's number without hesitation. The line rang twice before Rene's unmistakable voice came through, low and melodious.
"Good morning, gorgeous," Rene purred, her tone warm and teasing. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?"
Lara chuckled softly, tucking a strand of her long brown hair behind her ear. "Good morning, Rene. I just woke up and thought of you. It's such a beautiful day--too good to waste. What are you up to?"
"Flattering as always," Rene replied, her voice dripping with amusement. "I haven't decided yet. I was just lounging in bed, but now that you've called, I'm sure we can come up with something fun. Speaking of which..." Her voice dropped into a playful lilt. "I noticed something the other night that gave me an idea."
Lara arched an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? And what's that?"
Rene laughed softly, the sound warm and intimate. "Your tan lines, darling. They were very noticeable when I was taking your clothes off on the balcony. Not that I'm complaining, but I think it's time we even them out. How about a day at the beach? The sun's perfect for it, and I'd love to see that beautiful body of yours soaking up the rays."
Heat rose to Lara's cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and excitement. Rene's boldness always had a way of catching her off guard, and this was no exception. "You're incorrigible," Lara teased, though she couldn't help but laugh. "But you're right--a beach day sounds amazing."
"Of course I'm right," Rene said smoothly. "Bring your best bikini, darling. Something that shows off all those gorgeous curves. I'll pack us some snacks and wine. You'll thank me later when your skin is perfectly golden."
As the call ended, Lara reserved an Uber to Rene's apartment then Lara sat her phone aside, the anticipation of the day ahead sparking a newfound energy within her. She slid out of bed, the cool air brushing against her bare skin as she padded over to her closet. Throwing the doors open, she surveyed her wardrobe, her fingers trailing over the fabrics as she searched for the perfect outfit.
First, she selected a bikini that made her heart skip a beat--a deep emerald green two-piece with a daring cut that hugged her figure in all the right places. The top featured a plunging neckline that highlighted her cleavage, while the bottoms tied at the sides with delicate bows, accentuating her hips and long, toned legs. She held it up in front of the mirror, turning slightly to admire how the colour complemented her sun-kissed skin.
