I felt sleep starting to tatter, and I opened my eyes, blinking sleepily. I felt the press of a warm body against me, a hand draped over my side, the soft skin of Darlene's fingers curled lightly against my tummy. I smiled, Darlene was still pressed against me, and I slid away gently, not wanting to wake her up just yet. She shifted slightly, then curled into the blankets. I stood up, stretched, and for the first time in a long time, I took a long look at my naked body in the full-length mirror.
I let my eyes roam, taking in my face, nose not too big, eyes, pale green, my shoulder-length dark blond hair. A nice face, I decided, not a beauty queen, but I felt that I looked pretty good. Instead of pausing, wondering if I should go further, as the old Angie would have done, I faced my nudity head on. My breasts, a healthy 34C, and as Darlene noted, nice and perky. I smiled, my breasts really did look nice, I kept going, the soft, supple skin as I felt my belly, just a slight swell to it, and my hips having some curve to them, and my nest of trimmed blonde pubic curls. My legs are strong, toned, but feminine.
I then took a deep breath and turned my back to the mirror angling my body so I could look over my shoulder. I wanted to see what I'd almost never looked at, my ass. I looked carefully, noting the swell of my cheeks, the way they rose up, creating a double mound of soft cheeks. My globes were nice and round, with just the right amount of fullness. I smiled, I was glad that Darlene had told me how good my nude body looked, it did wonders for my sense of self-worth. I took in the whole package and decided that Darly was right, it's sinful to NOT be nude, enjoy it, revel in it.
It was a revelation to me, and I was glad that I had declared our motorhome a no clothing zone, I smiled as I left my robe behind. Walking towards the dining area, completely nude, gave me a heady sense of freedom. Being able to walk around, and do everyday things, without a stitch of clothing on, and not feel exposed or like I'm sinning, oh yes, it felt like empowerment. I could do almost everything while nude, well, maybe not when I'm using a deep fat fryer...but that's what aprons are for.
I giggled at the idea, then thought of myself wearing just an apron, I'd be practically nude, the peek-a-boo nature of the apron would drive Darly crazy, and she'd probably want to rip my apron off, and ravish me right there. Yes, oh my god yes, I wanted Darly, wanted her to ravish me very soon, and very often. Mom and Dad, you may have been my parents, but when it came to sex and nudity, you were both full of shit.
I was smiling as I started the coffeemaker going, I looked out the window, and saw the thick fog. I couldn't see anything beyond 4-5 feet, it was like a real pea soup. I tuned the radio to a station broadcasting out of Coos Bay, which was 20 miles south, and the DJ was making jokes about the fog, then mentioned that it was expected to hang around for the better part of the day. Hmmm, a day off from driving, that was fine with me, we were in no hurry to get anywhere.
My mind conjured up a picture of Darly and me in a steamy, lust-fueled embrace, and I knew how we could pass the day. That just made my smile even bigger, as I took a steamy mug of coffee, and sat at the dinette. The rich smell of Columbian roast wafted through the motorhome, and I heard Darlene stirring. I saw her emerge, and she was just about to put on her robe, when she saw me, very calmly sitting at the dinette, completely nude.
"Darlene, what's with the robe? Didn't you say last night, that it's just us girls here? And I have declared the motorhome a no-clothing zone, remember?" I teased.
She smiled, and said, "Oh yes, you're learning well, Angie baby."
She happily tossed her robe back in the bedroom and strolled over to the coffeemaker. Mmmm, the sight of her nude body, in the light of day, was even more exciting. I grinned as I thought of the idea of Darly ravishing me, the way I was starting to feel, I'd be just as eager to ravish her!
She brought her mug over, and sitting across from me, smiled, and said, "Still no regrets, baby?"
"Not a one," I declared. "The old, 'I'm sinning if I'm nude' Angie is gone for good. And, for showing me the pleasures of your lovemaking, I have ZERO regrets about that, too!"
Darlene smiled, and said softly, "Well, I felt that you were probably in self-imposed celibacy, you never talked about dating, of course, after a divorce, men start to look like just a problem. All the good ones are married or gay, as the saying goes!"
I said, "Well, masturbation was providing me with the sexual release I needed. Although I was sorely tempted to get my fingers busy at night on this trip, the idea that you might hear me going at it like some sex-crazed slut, since I can get quite verbal when I cum, kept me from doing as many times as I wanted. What if you'd woken up, and come to see why I was crying out? My god, the idea of you not just hearing, but seeing me going at it, I would have died of embarrassment! That's what my 'take a walk' times were for, finding a spot where there was enough privacy so I could rub my horny pussy, until I felt the burst of climax."
