On a windy day

Come over, I want to show you something beautiful, Estelle said on the phone one afternoon. I left everything and went straight to her place. She grabbed my hand the moment I walked in and pulled me out onto the balcony. Feel the wind, she told me. It's raw. It's strong. It's perfect. She shut her eyes and peeled her dress open so the gusts hit bare skin. That was all I needed. I pressed my mouth to her closed lids and slid my hands over her chest, those heavy, soft breasts trembling under my palms.