Sunbathing

At the very top of the Baxter Building there was no such a thing as a casual audience. It was too tall, too far from the street for even the most dedicated paparazzi. Reed Richard's security protocols protected them from drones; the flight paths of airplanes did not go over the building; even satellites were monitored if they hovered overhead—and could be blinded, if need be. All that Susan Storm should have had to fear was flying superhumans peeping on her.

So why do I feel so...exposed? The Invisible Woman thought to herself as she reached back and undid the top of her blue bikini, and the sun kissed her pale breasts and dark nipples. With a shiver, Sue took a deep breath, and then pulled down the bottom piece as well. Utterly exposed, she squirted sunscreen into her hand.

She had told the others about her plans.

"Nude?" Reed had said. "On the roof? I could set up a tanning bed."

"I've set up some privacy screens," Sue said. "But I need to get some sun, and I don't want tanlines. I just wanted to let you all know so there are no...accidents."

She looked at Johnny Storm. The young man rolled his eyes.

"I think I can avoid flying above you when you're sunbathing naked," he said.

"I sometimes go out for a smoke," Ben Grimm said. "But I can stay away, Suzy. Give yer some privacy."

"I just don't understand," Reed said, the world's smartest man genuinely confused. "If it's about Vitamin D, we can provide supplements...or if it's about light therapy, I could..."

"Reed. Darling. My love," Sue said, a little exasperation in her voice. "I'm not looking to go to a nude beach or a tanning salon. I want to get outside. I've been feeling...cooped up, lately."

It had been a white lie. Or was it even a lie? Sue Storm didn't know herself. She slathered the light sunscreen on her arms and legs. Shoulders and stomach. On her face and breasts. Down between her thighs. She rubbed it into the soft golden pubes, and down the crack of her ass. It wouldn't do to get sunburned down there. Invisible hands rubbed it into the part of her back she couldn't reach easily.

Then she laid down on the beach chair. The privacy screens helped cut out some of the wind, and the sun was high in the sky, with no clouds. Alone, exposed, with a small pair of shades on her face as she let herself bake beneath that delicious heat and light.

"I want to see a tan next session," is what Dr. Stone had said, after she'd made the suggestion to Sue. Laying there beneath the sun, in the first such session, the Invisible Woman wondered why she had accepted the suggestion so readily. It was so out of character for her.

Yet maybe that was part of it. Because Dr. Stone was right. Sue was uncomfortable being nude. Exposed. Even out here, where absolutely no one was watching, where almost no one could be watching, she felt...uncomfortable? Not physically, but mentally. It took an effort not to cross her arms in front of her breasts, or to cover her bush with her hands. To just lay there, face toward the sun...and then her eyes drifted to the white shadow of the moon that hung in the blue sky.

Oh God, Sue Storm thought with a frown. The Watcher!

She almost turned invisible just at the thought. Of course the Watcher would be watching. That's what he did. Sue raised her hand and gave the finger to the distant alien voyeur.

Just an hour a day. Just to help Sue Storm get more comfortable with her own skin. She breathed deep, and her breasts, shiny with a gloss of sunscreen, rose and fell.

A part of her wasn't sure this would work. Another, deeper part of her, was excited at what might happen if it did. If she became more comfortable with her body...maybe she could wear something a little more daring than a full body suit...