Erotic revelations of a nudist

They were sitting at a table in a summer cafe, under a cloth canopy flapping faintly from a warm breeze, which colorfully informed passers-by about the existence of cigarettes in the world space. On the round table separating them, two tall cups with already melted ice cream stood alone on a thin metal leg. The brown splashes of grated chocolate reminded something of the juicy monotony of the melting snows of the Atlantic. He smoked, dumping the ashes under his feet, and thinking casually about the temperature difference in climatic zones, and the undeveloped, fossil-rich northern territories - this was the topic of his dissertation, which the girl would certainly have been bored in five minutes if the conversation for some reason did not stick. He was a geologist. I've spent the last seven years away from civilization. This is the strategy or, nevertheless, some tragedy of his bachelor life.

But Mirra herself turned the conversation in an unexpected direction.
For Nikolai, the situation is not standard. He sat down at her table, with the intention... however, maybe there were no intentions. He just looked at the city, peered into the faces of people - for him a big buzzing, busy city is as much a curiosity as for many people the taiga long-term silence, and by and large the most ordinary loneliness.
She seemed to wink at him... No, it's just that the right eye narrowed slightly with a cunning. He smiles.
He suddenly felt awkward.
Nudists... She said that she knew such people, but she herself did not dare to be so frank with nature and others, even if they would join the nature of primordial nature in the costume of Adam. Or Eve... I think she said she hadn't decided yet. Does his modest presence encourage such thoughts? That's exactly how he had never freed unfamiliar women from their clothes before. And here, by the way...
He looked at her again with an attentive, but not wandering glance at her figure: as if he had photographed her. It is professional to notice in a second the details that are hidden under the veil of mystery. He could talk to stones. He saw right through them.
There was no special mystery in her appearance. In any case, physically. Smooth tan of slender legs that are open too openly. It is clear that Mirra is not wearing a swimsuit - the deep neckline in front of a loose-fitting light jacket made of thin fabric flashing a noticeably oval protrusion of a chest as tanned as her legs. But it is possible that the hidden part of it is whiter - Myrrh is not exposed on the beach...
- Have I shown even a shadow of doubt about this?

Now he forced himself to smile. Nice girl.
She moved her body to the table, removing the pressure of all her uncomplicated feminine splendor from the back of the plastic seat, and picked up the ice cream spoon again.
- Striptease today will not surprise anyone. - She said, licking the cool white-brown mass with a spoon with relish. And she squinted again, only this time at both eyes.

She wants him to argue with her on this topic that is not usual for him? You are welcome. They are just resting. He inhaled tobacco smoke through the filter. He finished his fifth cigarette for the day. This is the last one. It is also essentially connected with nature. The simpler the attitude to life, the healthier the body. There are no excesses that can harm the natural rhythm of the biological system called a person, there is no need to go to extreme measures to change this attitude, change habits. Such a philosophy.
He nodded in agreement. What was left of the cigarette was still smoking between his fingers. Nikolai looked at the smoldering lump of ash, then stared at her intently.
- Why do people undress in public at all?
She shrugged, grinning.
- Extravagance. Someone, however, earns money on this. And so... for the soul, as they say.
"But the motive! He raised an inquiring eyebrow. - I, for example, do not find joy or satisfaction for my soul in physical exposure, and in such a way that people would stare at you.

She laughed.
- It's okay. You still have everything ahead of you. And after waiting for him to fully weigh her assumption, she continued. - But the whole point is that when you undress in a public place... yes, someone is watching, but basically the reaction of most is that people try to hide their eyes, as if what is happening is completely unnatural, and thus they reflexively seek you.
Now he was really surprised.
- Not to look, but even the opposite?...
She nodded.
- yes. It's like hiding you from other unwitting viewers.
He snuggled more comfortably against the back of the seat.
- Interesting. A kind of shame? Not for myself, but for someone...
She was eating ice cream. Apparently, she took a piece that was too large and soldered by the cold. Her mouth tightened. But Mirra nodded.
- Yeah.
Nikolai narrowed his eyes.
- Are you a psychologist?
She shook her head enthusiastically.
- I'm just interested. It's exciting.
He pursed his lips.
- And I am captured by stones.
"Precious?"
- Fossils.
She smiled brilliantly again.
- You are not just exposing the earth. You're gutting her.
He had an idea that it would not be bad to light another cigarette. He even almost reached for the breast pocket of his shirt.
"That's a strong word, Mirra. And, most importantly, there is no shame...
She finished her ice cream. She put the cup in front of her. She looked at him with a sparkling look.
- Do you want to?
- what? - He did not immediately understand.
"I'll get undressed."

He was a little lost, but immediately pulled himself together, so that not even a shadow of confusion flashed across his face.
- Mirra, no offense, but I think you have an obsession...
But she was already taking off her jacket. His hand fluttered weakly in a stopping gesture, but after pausing for a moment in the air, it flopped back on his knee. Her breasts were delicious. She stood up gracefully, hung the removed item on the back of the chair, as if it were extra clothes that were removed due to excessive heat. With smooth, swaying movements, she lowered her short skirt, which was obviously too tight at the waist, from her hips. The white lace panties that were presented to everyone clearly hinted at the aesthetic state of the neatly shaved pubis. But Nikolai's gaze stared limply at her stomach. He seems to have found his not precious, but extremely fossil stone of perfect shape. It was as if it had been carved by a thousand-year-old splash and a hurricane of the ocean element. And the chest, really, was not completely tanned. The nipples are almost perfectly regular in shape. A delicate shade. When she touched her panties, he swallowed vigorously.

- Maybe... don't, after all, Mirra. I understand everything. No one is watching.
But she looked at him conspiratorially and clicked her tongue, shaking her head slightly, which meant only one thing: no. The panties crawled down her thighs, just lingering at the very crotch. He looked around at the neighboring tables, meeting the surprised glances of women and admiring men turned to them.
Putting her clothes on the back, Mirra sat down, crossed her legs. Nikolai's gaze slid from her face to her groin. He didn't want that. It just happened, suddenly, by itself. Then he immediately looked up sharply and looked into her eyes. There, the mischievous glitter was baked into fragments of ice.

He swallowed.
- Well,.. here... You said no one would look...
He carefully avoided contact with his eyes with what was in front of his sweeping gaze below the neck. He had a vague feeling that he was the one who undressed her. Not physically. He had undressed her mentally before.
She narrowed her eyes. On the cheeks, from a slight smile, beautiful dimples were revealed. She was smiling with a kind of exhausted regret.
- That's right.
She bent over, stretched out her bent arm, straightened her hair. Splendor. It was evident in every movement.
"I think I'll get dressed." If you don't mind.
He wanted to say something, but only muttered indistinctly.
Myrrh was dressed as gracefully as she was doing the opposite.
He saw people looking at her. Stealthily. It wasn't a performance, a striptease. She undressed for herself. And as if everyone understood this. But they still snatched a piece of feminine nature, in a bite to ice cream, beer. No one reprimanded her. Because to do this, you had to look at it point-blank.
She stood next to him, almost close.
- Goodbye, Nikolai. I'm sorry if I ruined your evening.
He only nodded silently, not daring to raise his head and look into her eyes.
He seems to have begun to realize.
He was sitting opposite her and was looking at her too closely and frankly than decency allows. He was undressing her. He wanted her. And I couldn't keep this frankness of myself in my gaze. He bared his eyes. She was naked with her body. Why she did it, he never understood.

But only just... And the next day, and years later, he could not restore the image of Myrrh undressing in front of him. Instead of her amazing body, only the emptiness that is seen through her charming smile reaches his soul, feelings.
Nikolai sat alone for another five minutes. Then he stood up slowly. He felt the bulge of the pack in his breast pocket with his hand. He's going to smoke now.
And this is not at all important.