In the foyer

Standing in the middle of the large main room, she took a good look around her. It was rare to have the house to herself, and perhaps she never appreciated what a wonderful house it actually was.

As she gave herself a little tour, she unbuttoned the front of her shirt. She stood in the window by the fireplace, facing out the front yard. Anyone driving by could see directly into the house. No one ever seemed to mind when they were fucking their brains out, but today, the silence and the solitude made Naomi's mild gesture of exhibitionism feel a bit more erotic.

She stood in the window and rubbed her hands along her body inside her shirt. She touched her breasts, which were held in a black satin bra. She fingered the edges of her nipples, then trickled her fingers down the front of the bra and across her stomach. She always felt her stomach was particularly sensitive to the touch, even to her own touch. Her fingers idly toyed with the top hem of her skirt, but didn't go any further.

She brought one hand up to her breast again, and resumed attention on her nipple. She stared out the window and watched as cars went by. She didn't know if anyone happened to turn to see her -- probably not. But the idea of it pleased her.

She continued fingering her tits as she walked around more of the house. She dropped her shirt on one of the couches before leaving the common area and wandering toward the kitchen. She hoisted herself up upon the half wall that separated the kitchen from the main room, and seated, untied her black boots, and let them drop to the floor. She peeled off her knee-high black socks, and dropped those as well.

She took a moment to admire her own legs and toes. She always liked the curve of her own calf muscle, and the way her leg tapered into her ankle. She didn't actually know if anyone else found it attractive (Fuck Steve, where was he today?), but in the moment, she caressed her own leg, and appreciated her smooth and soft skin.

She hopped back down to the floor, now barefoot, and wearing only her bra, skirt, and panties. "I'll come back for the clothes later," she announced to no one. She twirled around the foyer, her skirt flying out alongside her. She danced toward the stairs, and as she tiptoed up, she unzipped her skirt, and let it simply fall behind her. A few more steps up, she had her hands behind her back and had unclasped her bra, dropping it over the railing to the floor below. As she arrived at the top step, she bent over, slid down her panties, and stood up again like a gymnast who had just landed the end of their floor routine.

"Ten. Ten. Ten ... and a fucking nine point four from the French judge who didn't fuck me as much as he fucked Gwen last night. So fuck him and his nine point four."

Now completely naked, she pranced toward the bathroom at the end of the hall.