Chapter 6

As Zinhle left the breakfast area, she caught sight of the three girls heading out of the lodge. Not wanting to lose them, she quickened her pace, breaking into a light jog. Her bare breasts bounced with every step, the sudden lack of support making her acutely aware of their weight and movement. She'd never been outside like this before — never without a bra, let alone topless and running. Normally she'd be strapped into a tight sports bra, everything compressed and hidden. Now her breasts swung freely in the open air, unrestrained and almost defiant.

She went down the lodge's wooden stairs, the early sun warming her skin as a sharp breeze brushed across her nipples, making them instantly hard. Another gust slipped between her legs, tickling the thin fabric stretched across her pussy. A shiver ran through her, and a tingle bloomed deep in her core. She paused at the bottom, surrounded by marula and thorn and open sky, and glanced down at her half-naked body — exposed, warm, and somehow at peace. There was no judgement here. Just skin and sunlight and the pulse of freedom.

When she reached the others, Zinhle instinctively looked at their bodies, curious and quietly measuring herself against them. Her own body was toned and shapely — slim waist, soft stomach, but fuller hips and round, high breasts that always stretched whatever she wore.