It was early one summer evening and Matt was exhausted. He'd put in ten hours at work and couldn't wait to get off his feet. Usually he played poker on Wednesday nights, but tonight all he wanted to do was watch about ten episodes of Family Guy and drink his weight in Mountain Dew.
Matt got out of the car and headed for the back door. He waved to the neighbor, who was cutting up some fallen limbs with a ridiculously loud chainsaw. Matt noted as he walked around to the back of the house that he needed to do some yard work, too.
As he walked past their bedroom window, Matt could see Elizabeth's form through the thin curtains and did a double-take; she was completely naked. He paused and made sure he was out of the neighbor's line of sight before taking one step closer to the window.
Elizabeth was standing in front of their full-length mirror, apparently admiring her reflection. She examined herself from the side for a moment, then turned her back and looked over her shoulder into the mirror. She poked the back of her thigh and made a face, then gave a tiny smile as she squeezed her firm buttocks with both hands.
She turned back round and faced the mirror, her breasts in her hands, and rubbed her nipples with her thumbs. Then she ran her fingertips down her stomach to her upper thighs.
Matt had seen Elizabeth naked many, many times, but never without her being aware of it. There was something different and slightly.....forbidden about catching this private moment.
Elizabeth's hands went back to her breasts. She covered them with her hands and squeezed them, then tweaked her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. She drew slow, lazy circles around the edges of her breasts. Then she tilted her head down, pulled her right breast up and actually flicked her own nipple with her tongue.