“How do you do it?” I asked her, “How do you feel so comfortable just being naked all the time?”

She shrugged again. “It’s just the way I am. It’s what I’m used to now. And it’s so warm here all year around, it just feels good, looking out at the heat, but feeling the air moving over me. It doesn’t even seem hot.” She stretched her arms up above her and her back arched away from the sun lounger. She was a beautiful sight lying there, lithe, supple and completely at ease with herself.

I had to admit I envied her. Even with just the bathrobe wrapped around me I was feeling too hot, and I’ve always liked warm weather.

“You should try it,” Natasha said earnestly, “But be warned: you won’t want to go back to clothes.”

I felt myself blush; the very idea was something my mind wanted to run from. Natasha’s eyes stayed fixed on me and I realised she was serious. Not only that, but I realised I was seriously considering it. Then, for no reason I can put my finger on, my mind just said “what the hell”.

“Okay. Shut your eyes,” I told Natasha. She laughed.

“You English are so funny. You have noticed that I’m naked already, haven’t you?”

I didn’t say anything but nodded my head, but I still wanted her to close her eyes.

“Allright, I’ll shut my eyes,” and she theatrically screwed her eyes shut and held her chin the air as if in wait for a surprise gift.

In a dreamlike state I swung my legs off of the sun lounger and stood up. Before I could change my mind I pulled the cord of the bathrobe, slid it off my shoulders and dropped it to one side. As it hit the ground Natasha opened her eyes.

“Done?” she asked.

“Hey!” I said. She merely smiled, gave me an almost imperceptible glance up and down, and fixed a satisfied look on her face.

“Okay,” she said, “Now: Stark or Bruce Banner?”

“What?” I asked.

“Who would you rather have here now, since you’re naked. Tony Stark or Bruce Banner?”

I smiled and lay myself back on the lounger, one arm behind my head and with my legs crossed at the ankle. My breasts fell outwards as I lay there, but I didn’t care because Natasha didn’t. Natasha was right about how much cooler it felt. The air was warm, but it was much more comfortable than being wrapped in the bathrobe.

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