Following In Her Nude-steps

Lauren had been a nudist once. She told Fiona one quiet afternoon that she'd stopped after marrying her father, but with the divorce finally settled, she wanted to feel free again. Fiona listened, then said she wanted to try it too. The first morning they dropped their robes in the living room, the air felt too sharp. They kept their eyes high, laughed at nothing. Gradually the laughter eased. Fiona noticed how strong Lauren’s thighs looked in the sun. Lauren caught herself admiring the way Fiona’s small breasts rose and fell when she breathed. One evening they spread yoga mats on the rug. Both naked, they moved from pose to pose until their skin brushed. The brush became a press of hips. Sweat mixed between them. Lauren’s voice cracked when she whispered, “I want you.” Fiona answered with a quick, hard kiss. They sank to the floor, mouths open, fingers finding wet heat. Lauren licked down the pale slope of Fiona’s stomach and took her clit between soft lips. Fiona arched, gasped, then slid two fingers inside her stepmother and thrust until Lauren came with a low, shaking cry. They kept moving, greedy, until the room smelled of skin and sex and they lay tangled, slick, breathing hard.