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The Naked Eye: Snippet

Updated on November 15, 2011

As she glared at herself in the mirror she couldn’t help but stare at the girl looking back at her. The girl she saw was a twenty something with glasses, bangs and a thin frame. She knew that girl still existed. She began unbuttoning the first and second button of her white linen blouse to see the neckline that would drive the boys crazy back in the day. She continued to slowly unfasten the third and fourth button that followed. The cleavage she saw brought the left corner of her mouth slightly up as she remembered how many times her breasts were caressed and cherished. Button five and six opened up to her navel. Oh the things her navel felt on a hot summer’s night with the crush of the week. The following buttons set her free from her linen top and as she shed each sleeve, setting her arms free, she envisioned the embraces that they gave that made certain boys feel oh so special. Her blouse, no longer shielding her naked torso, flittered to the floor.

She ran her hands across her stomach feeling the heat from her fingertips. One of her fingers caught the tab of her jeans as she rubbed her hands across the soft flesh of her belly. This soon gave way to her unbuttoning her jeans. The laced band of her panty could be seen peeking beneath the dark denim. As she worked her jeans down her thighs she could feel the tension that they once held in the back of a boyfriend’s old mustang. Her knees, unlocked, allowed her jeans to pass on down to her ankles and off her bare feet. Her hot pink toenail polish reminded her of walking and running bare foot in the tall manicured grass of the empty neighborhood park. Her giggles echoing throughout the trees as she was chased and caught by firm hands and tight masculine arms. Only one thing stood between her and her complete nakedness. The thin layer of cotton surrounding her most cherished and sacred parts was what prevented everything from being completely exposed. She continued to stare back at the twenty somethings frame and slowly closed her eyes.

Memories ran wild as she thought about the days that had gone by so long ago. Plenty of lessons that were learned, fantasies that were brought to life and all the things that have influenced the traits that make up the woman that stands before the mirror today. She took the plunge and pulled her panties off fast and hard. She was now facing herself for the first time, in a long while, nude. Baring herself and what felt like her soul. She soon saw her body for what it was. No longer the twenty something child that was eager to please and quick to try new things in the bedroom. Her physique was now a little rounder and softer. She was now facing the 50 year old queen that she has come to know and love. The woman that is so much wiser and knows what feeling sexy really is. But she knew that in the back of her mind she was still that twenty something girl. The girl with endless energy and ready to take on the world. That would never change. Almost without noticing, a masculine hand slowly embraced the true being standing in front of the mirror. The familiar touch reminded her of nothing. And she liked that. This was the stage in her life that was comfortable and truly free of all inhibitions. This stage in life where she welcomed all of her.

These little snippets are not complete stories but an interjection into another's world. Just enough of something to take you someplace else for a brief moment. Feel free to let me know how you think the story should end if it is left open. Let me know if you enjoy these. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!


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      NiaG 6 years ago from Louisville, KY

      Thanks mary615. Glad you enjoyed another one. I kinda like writing them. :-) I'm gonna read this one again. I like it too. I think I shock myself sometimes when I write something. Ha! Have a good weekend!

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      Mary Hyatt 6 years ago from Florida

      This gal seems satisfied with the way she looks at the present time and evidently the man still thinks she is beautiful. That's the way it should be. Good story, NiaG

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      NiaG 6 years ago from Louisville, KY

      Awww....thanks epigramman. Didn't know what direction I was going in, in the beginning. My brain somehow led me through it. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

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      epigramman 6 years ago

      ....well with my naked eye I am astonished at how well you write and with such ease and confidence - I love how you built the tension here through a few well placed twists and turns - and left this lucky reader in true amazement. Poignant, sensitive, evocative writing this is - and you receive a hubbravo from Epi .... lake erie time ontario canada 11:29am