Both women slept soundly and did not awaken until well past 7:00AM. Claire decided not to bother with clothes as she made her way towards the kitchen, where a still nude Alex was frying bacon and cooking eggs.
"Good morning, my wonderfully naked Claire," Alex said as she looked up from the frying pan. "Are we to have a naked Saturday?"
"Who's to stop us?" Claire responded, sitting in the same barstool seat she sat at last night. Outside the sky was gray and threatened rain.
"It looks like we'll be indoors today, so who needs clothes?" Alex asked, again focusing on the eggs.
"Do you make breakfast for Mike in the nude?"
"Actually, I do, quite often in fact."
"You scandalous woman, what would your coworkers think if they knew?" asked Claire, feigning shock.
"Well, they'd know that this damn grease splatters onto my tits and it hurts like hell," laughed Alex in response.
"That's why you need to wear your apron, with nothing underneath. You know, Betty Crocker with a kinky twist."
Both smiled in amusement at that.
"What can two naked women do on a day that forecasts more rain?" Claire asked.
"Mike's got lots more videos," came Alex's reply.
"I'm not sure how much more my pussy can take," Claire said, reaching a hand down towards her sex.
"Don't go 'old woman' on me now," Alex giggled. "Oh, God, why can't we go back to twenty when we could fuck all weekend and still rub one off when we got home?"
"While you ponder the realities of age and sexual challenges, I'll grab us some plates and silverware so we can eat." Claire then helped herself to Alex's cupboards and produced plates and glasses for each. She then went to the refrigerator for orange juice and snatched knives and forks before returning to her seat.
They ate and talked about nothing in particular then once again cleaned and dried their dishes. After breakfast, they watched a non-sexual movie about dogs, easing some of the lingering sexual tension. Once the movie was over, they engaged in idle talk. After several hours of inactivity, both were growing restless.
"I another idea," Alex said. "Let's go into the living room again. Grab a chair from the table, a regular chair, not the barstool. I do have a little morning ritual I do each day." With those words, Alex turned on the television and went to the PBS app, where an older woman guided her viewers through a series of low-impact exercises. The program was non-sexual, the host fully clothed. She was helping elderly people stay fit with low-impact exercises designed for that age group.
"I wonder how many of us old farts are doing these exercises fully naked?" Alex laughed. I normally am clothed as well, but I figure just in case I break out into a sweat from all this vigorous exercise, I won't need to wash my workout clothes.
Claire grinned at her friend's facetious words but welcomed the activity. She normally walked on weekends, but she wanted to be with Alex. So, the two nude women each with her own flabby tummy, sagging breasts, upper thigh cellulite, and unshaven pubic hair, started mimicking the television host and did a twenty minute workout. By now they were fully comfortable with each other's nudity and had long since ceased sneaking comparative glances at the other's feminine assets. When finished, each took a deep breath and returned to the kitchen. Alex started her electric tea kettle and went to her tea rack to find the flavor she wanted.
"Claire," she asked, "would you like some tea?"
"If you have the Good Earth spicey, then yes."
"Just happened to have some."
They brought out leftover Heavenly Saland and Crumbed Sensation, and the bottle of wine Alex had bought, and made a light lunch. After all the cleanup Alex looked at the clock. It was 1:15PM, and a sudden quiet settled over the women.
"I'm thinking it's not going to rain so shall we go out?" Alex asked if for no other reason than to break the silence.
"Like this?" Claire shot back.
"Well, no, we'd need to get dressed."
Claire acknowledged the lack of rain and added she needed to get off of the sofa. "Yes," she said, "I came here to be with you, so if you'd like to go out, I can throw something on."
"Not too much," Alex said as she walked towards her bedroom.
"Alex, what's come over you? Are you always like this?" Claire asked as Alex returned with sweat pants and a sweatshirt, but no underwear.
"Not really, maybe you just bring out my naughty side." Alex said, pulling her 2XX sweatshirt over her head. Outside the temperature was no more than 45 degrees Fahrenheit. Before she pulled on the sweatpants, she walked to the closet and grabbed a lined windbreaker, closing and zipping it up over her large breasts. Only then did she pull on her sweats, sans panties.
"Suppose we meet a client, or someone from the office?" Claire said as she appeared from the guest room wearing only panties with her spare clothes in hand.
"What?" asked Alex. "Who's going to come up to us and say 'nice outfit, I really like those sweatpants, especially since you're commando beneath'? I mean who can tell?"
"Suppose we get chased by a dog. The owner calls for the dog, but it keeps chasing us. Then you come to a slippery spot, and you trip and fall, then dog grabs your sweats by the ankle and pulls them off. There you'll be, sitting in the mud and dirt, bare-assed while a crowd gathers round. Dan from the tax department at work is there, cellphone in hand snapping pictures saying how great that will be for the next Robinson Financial quarterly newsletter!" Claire wanted to go on, but she was laughing too hard to continue.
