Author's Notes:
The Naked Envoy is my entry for the 2021 Literotica Nude Day Contest.
This is a fun little tale to celebrate the fact that beauty comes in all shapes and sizes. It cannot be accurately measured by arbitrary social or cultural standards as it comes from deep within.
All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older.
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The Naked Envoy
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"Is she ready?"
"Almost my lord... she's... perfect!"
"I agree. I can't take my eyes off her. She's the perfect envoy for our people."
"It's really going to happen?"
"Yes. We've waited long enough, almost too long, and we'll never find someone better suited to this mission than her."
"There. The final steps are done. She has everything she needs... let me... let me look at her for a moment longer."
"It's time. We need her. The People need her. She is our greatest hope and desire. She will prepare the way. It's time for her to wake."
Wistful sighs and gentle but longing touches caressed her skin, but that might have been the sheets moving.
"Wake, Magdalena."
Her eyes opened to see the warm morning sunlight peeking through her blinds. She stretched like a cat, feeling remarkably well-rested and tingling with energy.
What a dream she'd had! She felt wonderful! Also desired and loved! She'd never had a dream like that before!
She lived alone, and she'd never experienced romantic love or sex in her twenty-five years. She'd never even kissed a boy. She was crippled by her shyness. Yet, this feeling of being desired was... intoxicating! A giggle broke free, and she let the joy spread through her body. She wondered if this was what it really felt like.
Tossing back the sheet, she looked down to notice her pajamas were missing! She was certain she'd put them on the night before. She looked around her small bedroom and spotted them in a pile on the floor next to the bed. How odd!
She got out of bed and walked to the bathroom to take her shower. The water felt so good against her skin, and she took her time washing her body and hair. She realized it had grown long as the brown locks reached midway down her back.
As she dried herself off facing the bathroom mirror, she smiled. This morning, she wasn't disappointed by what she saw reflected back. Maybe it was the dream she'd had, or perhaps, just perhaps, she'd finally matured enough to accept what nature had given her.
Unlike some of her coworkers, she didn't fit the current definition of beauty. Maybe she could be called cute. She wasn't tall, as she was five-foot-two. Nor was she slim at one-hundred-and-fifty-five pounds. Once, a coworker pointed out that she resembled the Venus of Willendorf. She'd had to look that up and discovered it was an ancient limestone carving of a roly-poly female nude. She'd shed some tears that night.
Today, as she rubbed the towel around her heavy breasts, across her round tummy, and over her thick thighs, she felt only contentment. She was who she was, and that was perfect. The word echoed faintly in the back of her mind, and she smiled again as a warmth spread through her.
Walking into her bedroom, she stood before her closet. She had to get ready for work, but every outfit she considered felt... wrong. She turned to look at her standing mirror and tried to picture what she should wear but instead, she was captured by her reflection.
This. This is how she needed to be. She just... wasn't ashamed of her body any longer. This made her happy, so this is how she would stay.
Leaving her bedroom, she made a quick breakfast and checked the forecast. Another sunny, warm day in San Diego. Perfect.
She brushed her teeth, collected her keys, her cell, and her purse, and slipped some flip-flops on her feet. She grinned as she was ready for the day.
Leaving her second-floor apartment in the small twenty-unit, two-story complex, she locked up and made her way to the stairs. When she reached the courtyard on the ground floor, she came face to face with Mrs. Abernathy, the widow living in the unit below hers. She was a prim woman in her late sixties and originally from England. She still clung to its culture and had a delightful accent. The older woman froze as she faced the younger woman's naked state.
"Maggie, dear. You might have forgotten something rather critical," she whispered.
"Good morning, Abigail! I don't believe I have," she replied with a sweet smile that drew one to the lips of the widow.
"You don't think it might be advisable to don some clothing?" Abigail suggested.
Magdalena's smile widened. "Not at all. I'm very comfortable in my own skin, perhaps for the first time in my life. I feel wonderful, and I only wish everyone else could feel as fantastic as I do today!"
Abigail was grinning now at the young woman's infectious joy. "I certainly wish I felt a little of that too!"
Magdalena tilted her head to look at the older woman. "Why don't you? It's so easy!" She took the other woman's hands in hers and looked into her eyes. "Abigail, you
can
be happy. You
deserve
to be happy! Feel good about yourself. You're perfect!"
The widow smiled happily as the younger woman's joy seemed to rush up her arms and fill her being. She nodded decisively and pulled her hands back to undo the buttons on her blouse. Off it went and her slacks as well. The bra, panties, and socks quickly followed. She slipped her sandals back on and grinned excitedly. Magdalena threw her arms around Abigail, and the two women hugged, their joy amplifying.
"You were right! I do feel so much happier!" Abigail gushed. She looked across the courtyard as an older gentleman stepped backward from his apartment to lock the door. The widow winked at Magdalena. "If you'll excuse me, I believe Mr. Dalton deserves to feel happy too."
Maggie burst into giggles, causing the man to turn and stare at them in surprise. She waved to him as she left to walk toward the parking lot. Abigail was stalking closer to the man with a smile on her face.
She met no one else on her way to her car. She wished she lived closer to work so she could walk there and enjoy the sun on her skin.
As it was, she joined the flow of traffic and drove the ten miles to the eight-story concrete and glass box she worked in. She purposefully parked far from the building to enjoy the walk across the lot toward the entrance. Others were arriving, and there were a few close calls as drivers were distracted by the sight of her.
Hearing the sudden squeal of tires braking, more heads turned to look in her direction. She recognized that once, this much attention would have crippled her with shyness, but today it just wasn't a problem. Instead, she felt so good about herself that it felt like armor for her self-esteem.
One of the heads that turned to face her belonged to the sales team leader, Shelaine. The woman had been a thorn in her side from the day she'd joined the company.
Magdalena worked in the sales support team, performing mostly administrative tasks for the sales team.
Shelaine was everything she was not; tall, blonde, athletic, strikingly beautiful, and aggressive. She'd had a string of affairs with equally beautiful men, but each relationship ended with an explosion of drama. Maggie had begun to believe the woman thrived on it.
Now, Shelaine was watching her approach, and a cruel smile distorted her lovely features. Once, that would have sent Maggie running for a locked stall in the bathroom, but today she saw Shelaine's cruelty in a new light. The woman had never experienced the joy currently flowing through Maggie.
That was truly sad.
Shelaine must have spotted her expression of pity as the woman's smile disappeared in a flash of outrage.
"What the hell are you doing exposing your fat tits to the world?" Shelaine snapped.
Maggie smiled and lifted her heavy breasts on her palms. "Yes, they
are
pleasantly plump, aren't they!"
The sound of a car bumper thumping into another made them look to see the cars of two of Shelaine's sales team, the drivers staring back at Maggie in shock.
"You're causing accidents!" Shelaine shouted as she pointed.
Magdalena giggled. "It's kind of fun to turn heads, isn't it, Shelaine."
The blonde was stunned into silence. Maggie was behaving like they were partners in crime. Worse, like equals!
It was a known fact that the blonde liked to tease the men in the office and had been the cause of many minor collisions between her distracted coworkers. Maggie flashed a grin, flipped her brown hair back over her shoulders, and confidently continued toward the door without a glance back.
Shelaine was frozen. She hadn't expected their encounter to go this way at all. She was certain she'd make the girl run away in tears. But, instead,
she
was left confused and angry. Fat, little Maggie looked at her with pity? What the fuck?
Meanwhile, Magdalena felt a thrill shoot through her as she'd successfully handled the bully. Still, she felt sorry for the woman.
Climbing the steps, she nodded to a couple of ladies who worked in accounting. They waved back with wide eyes.
The lobby was busy, with people all rushing to get to their desks on time. Maggie knew she had time, and truthfully, it just didn't seem so intensely critical anymore. It was like she'd discovered they'd been playing a silly, childish game all along. The elevators were ahead, and she slipped into one before the door closed.