She settles onto the wooden porch, slips off her dress and touches herself naked in the open air while soft breezes play across her skin and dark hair.
She had the porch to herself that afternoon and the sun was too warm to resist. She slid out of her dress and lay back naked on the old wooden bench, letting her long black hair fan out behind her. Her fingers drifted lower, slow and curious, as birds called from the trees. It felt private, lazy, and a little daring.
