Naked In The Park


I became worried that Mia would take me to one of her regular cafes. That a waiter would try to take the one item that hid my body from the world but, instead, I realised that we were walking into the park again. Our shoes crunched on gravel paths until we reached the same bench again. Mia looked around and I did the same. When I turned back she was already sitting, coat folded beside her, and resplendent in her nudity and bright red shoes yet again. She was looking at me, begging the question.

I sat on the other end of the bench. I could sense her disappointment.

“I don’t know how you do it,” I said. She sat, so confidently, the dappled sunlight through the trees dancing on her pale skin.

“I don’t know why you don’t do it,” she replied. I didn’t want to attempt to argue. A ray of sun broke through the trees and bathed us in its warmth. Mia stretched her arms over her head, her eyes closed, her back arched and those perfect breasts pushed forward as if she had not a care in the world. After a few seconds she relaxed back onto the bench. I envied her for her freedom.

Read the rest of Interview With An Artist, and 11 other ENF stories, in Naked Women in Shorts

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