At the Nudist Club

I meet the naked lady on the stairs: her heavy breasts and belly madly bounce. I stand aside, but grinning, turn to watch her wobbling thighs and buttocks as she walks towards the bottom of the stairs; but then she turns and runs towards me, breasts a blur of bouncing, jumping, swinging, sagging flesh, and just beneath her flabby belly, hair. She passes, squeezing by me, skin on skin. I wonder what she thought of me, and laugh, imagining my dangly, wobbly self. written 14th October, for John Lawless' Nude descending a staircase contest pure fiction