She stood naked in front of the mirror. Fresh from shower, hair already dried and curled, make-up on. Clothes were so constricting–naked, like this, so much better. Music spewed from the bluetooth in the bathroom as always. Getting ready, ready for anything, this was how she did it. Naked as all get out until she absolutely had to put on clothes.
And she stayed naked, as long as she could. Not in any hurry for anything. Which meant time to dance in the mirror. One of her favorite things to do–dance. But even more so, dancing naked and watching herself move. And she could move. Dancer all her young life, and now working out with a trainer, she looked damn good for her age. Winding hips, arms flowing out and overhead, she often thought she would have made a damn good stripper…