Fumiko and Machiko's Desire*

Fumiko sat on the edge of the futons, her eyes following her two children as they walked away to school. Once they were out of sight, she let out a sigh and began to undress. The soft glow of the morning sun filtered through the window, casting a warm light over her skin.

With delicate hands, Fumiko peeled off her clothes, letting them fall in a pile beside her. She ran her fingertips over her curves, feeling the smoothness of her skin beneath her touch. Unhooking her bra, she slid the lace off her shoulders, reveling in the sensation of freedom. Her fingers grazed over the gentle slope of her breasts, tracing their outline before moving on to explore other parts of her body.