Lila stripped out of her clothes quickly. This wasn’t a striptease; she just wanted the leggings and the t-shirt on the floor. Her bra and underwear came off next. Added to the pile. It was probably the least sexy thing she had ever done.

Lila stood in front of the bank of mirrors that dominated the left wall of her bedroom. She examined her body. There were parts she liked and parts she didn’t. The slope of her belly annoyed her, always. Her rounded breasts, on the other hand, seemed to defy gravity and gave her a particular pleasure.

She trailed a hand over her even, brown flesh. It smooth, soft, almost perfect. All it needed was a little… something. She grabbed her pot of shea body butter and rubbed a little of the sweet-smelling white butter between her fingers. This was what her skin needed. Moisture. Nourishment.

Lila massaged her bare skin with shea butter. It was cool against her skin at first, but it soon warmed up. It felt warm, melting and so good.

There was a glow to her skin now. She looked like she was made out of bronze. She practically sparkled.

The shoes. That was the next step. She rolled open her closet door and chose between a few different pairs of shoes. Not sandals. No. They weren’t sexy enough. Kitten heels? Yuck, no. Lila settled on a pair of cherry red four-inch heels. They were a little retro, but they looked good on her. They accentuated her brown skin.

Finally, came the coat. Lila had considered wearing a complicated construction of underwear underneath her coat, but she decided against it. She wanted to be naked but for the full-length, faux fur.

Now came the final test. Was she brave enough to go outside like this? Was she brave enough to lean in and whisper into her lover’s ear that she was naked under her fur?

There was only one way to find out.

Lila stood at the front door for some time. Unsure if she could take the final steps. She wanted to do this, it was her ultimate fantasy, but it occurred to her that some fantasies should stay in her head. This one, particularly, was dangerous. It made her breath quick just thinking about the consequences of being caught.

Indecent Exposure. Is that what it was called? The thought of being arrested made Lila’s hands shake. It made her heart drop down to her stomach. She squeezed her eyes shut, reached out for the door handle and pulled.

The doorbell rang. Lila could hear it chiming upstairs. Standing on the doorstep, just inches away, was the postman. It wasn’t the usual postman. This man was tall, clean-cut and clean-shaven. He looked at Lila with steady blue eyes.

‘I have a package for you,’ he said.

Lila clutched at her coat and pulled it close, covering up as much of her brown skin as she could.

‘Yes… I… I’m sorry,’ she said. ‘I’m not really wearing any clothes.’

Pinkness crept up the postman’s neck. He smiled, but he didn’t look away.

‘I have a package for you.’