IV

Is it weird to miss someone’s nakedness? Not what the nakedness leads to or what it does, but the actual nakedness itself? For no other reason than itself?

I don’t recall ever seeing a woman look so natural being naked. As if she was meant to be that way. There was a graceful quality, a catlike elegance to her nude movement. My favorite sequence always came after the orgasms. I’d lay in bed and gaze at her as she sauntered around the room completely unabashed. She wasn’t shy or self conscious over her nudity at all.

She isn’t voluptuous; she doesn’t have a large ass or big tits. Yet I surveyed her body time and again, part by part, completely enamored. I don’t know what it is, but I could pay her to walk around my house naked every day. She’d be picked clean before we ever got into bed.