Nothing Like Naked

As she turned the curve to Shirley’s, she saw Chuck riding his bike on the road toward her. She almost stopped the car staring at him. What a sight! He wore tight black shorts and his brown fit body moved in rhythm with the bike – especially his naked shoulders. It was amazing symmetry. She’d seen it before watching the bodysurfers catch a wave. "Wow," she sighed looking in her rear view mirror for one more glance.

Parking the car, she peeked one more time down the street but Chuck had disappeared. Grabbing her bag she went to find Shirley. As she opened the door, she heard laughter coming from the kitchen. Calling out "Hello" she stuck her head around the corner to find Shirley and Tom licking a bowl of chocolate mousse.

"Hello, you two, it sounds like you’re already having a party. Mind if I join?"

"Hi, honey. Come on in. We just finished dessert. But, we saved a job for you."

"Let me put my bag away and I’ll be right in to help."

Rolling up her sleeves, Marti returned, "Do I get to make the guacamole as usual?"

"Of course, and the veggie tray, too, you’re my sous chef."

"And Tom’s the dessert chef?" Marti smiled at the chocolate still on his finger.

"No, that’s me. He’s the grill master today. Wait till you taste his garlic shrimp."

Marti took special care as she dressed wanting to blend in but still be comfortable. Checking her ivory lace sheath dress in the mirror, she turned- at least the critical parts were covered. She usually wore this with a slip underneath and tonight she was bare. Walking into the living room she could hear guests arriving, Marti relaxed when she saw a couple of nude folks but most of them had wraps on. Half-nude she could accept. Her eyes were drawn to Chuck sitting by the picture window. He wore shorts and an open Hawaiian shirt.