We paused our walk to catch our breath. It was rocking so much that it didn’t give us time to get sick, our minds busy trying to keep our balance. Her magnificent breasts were visible beneath the damp fabric, the triangle of her pubic hair revealing her crotch. Some found themselves sitting in the aisle, ejected from the benches. I let her walk a few meters ahead of me to admire her nakedness, silhouetted in the sun through her light clothing. She whispered in my ear:
“I wasn’t proud on the dock, yet I felt an indescribable pleasure in showing myself naked.”
“Let’s hurry home.”
Her dress was becoming less transparent with the heat and the wind that had partially dried it. As soon as the door was pushed open, she said:
“Drop everything, close the door, and join me!”
She guided me to the bathroom. Her dress became translucent again. I reached his kitten, and my fingers sank into its soft fur.
