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.