Trisha
Life of someone who likes being nude, but not when people are looking
She woke up from the sleep. Yawned and stretched on the bed. Her normal breasts wiggled with her outstretched arms. She got off bed and put on her fluffy slippers.
She moved to the bathroom. Her bare-self; she switched on the shower and hot water poured onto her hotter body.
She bathed.
Soon came out.
A towel wrapped around her body.
She wiped herself in the bedroom and tossed the towel on the bed. Still naked, she moved out of her room. To the kitchen.
She made herself a coffee and looked out of the window.
Wind flew in through the window of the seventh floor of the flat.
It tingled her skin and hardened her nipples, but she stood still. Unmoving. Sipping her coffee. No one could look at her. All she could see was clear sky.
Finishing her coffee, she washed the cup and put it where it needed to be.
She took her towel from her bed and walked to her balcony. She looked outside. Nobody was there. No one was peeking. She rushed out, hung the towel and jumped back inside.
Her heart pounded furiously.
She smiled. Closed off the balcony door.
Finally, the day would now begin.