Sarah yawned and stretched out in her bed, then rubbed her eyes and slowly sat up. Her gaze turned immediately to the window and she felt a slight surge of pleasure at the bright sunlight and the cloudless sky. She threw back the covers, cursed the rising dust then swung her legs over the edge, then stood up. She walked across to the window and looked out again; just to make sure there weren't any workmen about or in the near vicinity. There wasn't. She sighed happily, leaned on the window sill and allowed her naked breasts to catch the morning sun.
Below the sill, she wore nothing, nothing covered the narrow triangle of gossamer over her pubes, her naked buttocks pushed out at the rear as she lent forward.
"One day I'm going to be caught out," she said to herself before straightening, turning away and then strolling across the room to the door, she flung it open and trotted down the few steps and into the kitchen.
"Good morning Bear," greeting her lifelong friend with her usual smile.
"What shall I have for breakfast?" she thought to herself and then remembered the battles between her and her long lost mother
"Uhm, I dunno," Sarah would say.
"You have to eat something. You're far too skinny."
"Oh! Mother," Sarah would snort.
"You are. You're tiny. You're all skin and bones."
"Hardly, mother."
"The only thing big about you, is your head."
"Mother!"
"Well it's true."
And so it would go on until I relented and settled for something like cornflakes.
Settling for coffee and toast, Sarah primed the percolator then went down the hall and entered into the bathroom, grabbing a big towel from the linen cupboard, closed the bathroom door, not bothering to lock it. To lock a door in this old mansion was just asking for trouble, for even closing a door fully could bring unforeseen problems.
Hanging up the towel, she turned and looked at herself in the mirror, eyeing her almost waist-length blonde hair, reasonably pretty face and naturally tanned body.
She had a tiny waist, her hips were slightly flared and there were signs of a wee paunch. She turned and looked at her behind in the mirror. It wasn't bad, really, quite round and firm, though small. She faced the mirror again and stood straight, pushing her chest out.
Funny, she thought, they did look rather big now. When she had clothes on they seemed pretty normal, well, noticeable, maybe, but not this big. Now, naked, they seemed somehow large for her petite body. Maybe it was because of her tiny waist, her thin frame or a result of being on the 'pill'.
Sarah in her youth was something of an athlete and had managed to keep her lithe looks, her body was trim and firm, the muscles of her chest and belly clearly showing when she pushed her chest out. Her thighs were toned, her legs strong and well-proportioned, nicely contoured all the way down to her ankles.
She was no more a narcissist than any other woman of her age, which wasn't saying much, but enjoyed the sight of herself naked. It was still a reasonably new body, after all, it was only a couple of years since she had "sprouted", her lovers had seen to that. She was well aware of how attractive she was to her lovers, how they lusted after her, longed to get their hands on her. Father with his patience and understanding, Chris with his youth and vitality for together they made the ideal lovers.
Oh! How I wish they were here now.
Sarah's thoughts were slowly turning her on, and it wasn't just them any more. The workmen too were glancing at her with lust and desire when she ventured out; real men, men with real jobs, some old enough to be her father. Dear patient father where would I be without him.
She knew what was on their minds. She was no virgin, for she knew all the details involved in sex, her lovers had seen to that. It was exciting, too, though, and she had many fantasies about them writhed naked in front of a fireplace, or on a beach, or in a field of grass...Every time she thought of that her heart gave a little lurch at the pleasure and the intensity of the lust which had rippled through her young body.
But oh it was so difficult sometimes! She cupped her breasts and then slid her fingers onto her nipples, pinching them just a bit, and pulling them taut. They were small and dark brown, but she remembered how hard and sensitive and long they got when her lovers suckled them. How they had throbbed and burned, setting her chest on fire.....
Christ! What is wrong with me today, all I can think about is sex.
She shook her head in annoyance, she turned on the water then having checked its temperature; she stepped under the showerhead and began to quickly soap herself up. This morning's shower was a quick one just to freshen up, for following breakfast she had to catch the bus into town for her weekly gym session and then onto the internet café to catch up with her emails from Chris and her father.
She dried herself in the towel then quickly blow-dried her hair so it was soft and fluffy; with no need to apply any makeup Sarah rushed into the bedroom and snatched at this mornings apparel, velvet joggers and crop-top; items such as panties, socks etc; she throw into her gym bag; then realising the time she gulped a quick cup of coffee then snatching at a snack bar since she didn't really have time for a proper breakfast, Sarah raced down the drive just in time to catch the bus.
The bus was nothing special, it was just the regular early morning one, and more than a few of the men eyed her as the pretty blonde woman in the blue puffer and velvet joggers, she ignored the way some of them stuck their elbows out as she made her way down the aisle towards its rear, aware of some looking a bit longer at her crotch than was polite. She sat near the back, her legs chastely crossed, and looked out the window as the bus lurched along. Bored with the familiar scenery she pulled a book out of her gym bag and buried her nose in it, ignoring the world for the half hour ride to the gym.
The world, however, did not ignore her. It was a boring ride, and every now and then one of the men let their eyes flicker across to the pretty woman from time to time. Some merely exercised their eyes, scanning her nice legs and soft, golden hair, enjoying her as they would a pretty picture.
A few let graphic daydreams slide over their minds, their eyes trying desperately to slide up her legs as they imagined her on all fours, bottom in the air, or on her back with her knees shoved hard against her tits.
Today for some reason Sarah was having problems reading her book, her mind kept drifting, sexual undertones seemed to appear in every sentence, and the jolting of the bus slowly forced her joggers deeper into her crotch, the seam of which was now irritating her clit. Looking down Sarah gasped, for there unseen to the rest of the passengers was a perfect 'camel-toe'; quickly she glanced around before raising her ass off the seat and smoothed out the offending material. "Phew! That was a close one," Sarah muttered to herself, as she quickly smelt her fingers for that certain bouquet which only woman seem to possess.
It was only a short walk from her stop to the gym, but the incident had made Sarah very conscious of her crotch, quickly she nipped into the ladies and slipped in a panty-liner hoping it would do its job and wouldn't show too much.
Sarah, still a fairly new member to the gym, began the strenuous routine that the instructor had collated for her; soon she was joined by another newish member Zoe. Now Zoe was about five-ten with long slender legs. Sarah marvelled at the deep bronze of Zoe's tan, even though Zoe's flaming red hair was indicative of a paler complexion. Coming around behind the bars, Sarah quickly noted Zoe's nipples were erect and doing their utmost to poke through the tight T-shirt that covered her chest; the dark brown halo was simple evidence that Zoe was also bra-less. Zoe in passing gave Sarah's ass a seductive pat, a gesture typical of her outgoing personality. Following that simple yet intimate contact, Sarah struggled for the rest of her session; her natural strength and stamina seemed to have disappeared, the more she tried the more flustered she became. Hot and cold flushes began to flow throughout her weary body.
With her session over Sarah was only too pleased to be heading for the locker room and that long awaited shower, today, the locker room seemed to be full of ladies, laughing and giggling in various states of undress.
Sarah quickly removed her running shoes and socks, before and without a second thought stripped off her crop top and joggers. She always felt a slight arousal being naked around others and the thought of Izzy turned her on just a little, but was it just Izzy or the thought of someone else?
Christ! there I go again.
A shriek of laughter brought Sarah back to reality. True, they were only ladies, and they were naked too, but it still felt odd and vaguely erotic to be moving around in semi-public utterly naked. Sarah was sure the others all felt the same way, though nobody mentioned it, nor thought much about it.
They all moved about their business, mostly ignoring each other, trying not to look anywhere they shouldn't, lest someone started rumours. All of them must surely feel just a little tingling between their legs, though.
Sarah strolled totally naked into the shower room, moving towards an empty showerhead, she hung up her towel then turned the water on; as she soaked herself, Sarah idly listened to some of the gossip coming from a couple of ladies stood together washing each other; before she began to soap herself up.
