The problem, until about 2 years ago, was that she was very shy with sex. This all changed a warm summer’s night, when we were out. I had it planned... very well, but it turned out better than I could ever imagine.We were going for a dinner and I had finally been able to talk her into using one of the many dresses that I had bought her, which she hardly ever used. This one was black, pretty modest compared to some of the other I had bought her, and it ended a couple of inches above the knees and. .phil then suggested we get started we followed him to the bedroom,he told marta to get undressed and handed her a towel to wrap around herself a look of fright came across her face and she looked over at me,i told her to go ahead its alright,,but she refused she told phil he would have to do it with her swim suit on and he agreed,she lay on his bed on her stomach and he began at her shoulders she let out a moan and as he continued down her back he told her to just relax he said he could feel. A few ounces of Chardonnay splattered across the tile floor and several people, trying to keep the spreading liquid off their feet, hopped around in surprise. One of these was a portly gentleman with a handlebar mustache who ended up staggering back into a pretentious oil monstrosity that looked like something Monet might have vomited up after an acute absinthe bender. I made grabs at the other glasses, trying to keep at least of few them from joining their unfortunate vanguard. It worked to. She looked around her as she unbuttoned her blouse and allowed it to open exposing her clamped breasts. She now sat there reclined in her car with her body on display and with the sights and sounds of people coming and going. Joanne was experiencing a flood of feelings of apprehension, arousal and guilt in the awareness that the thought of being seen or caught at what she was doing drove her sexual hunger and excitement. She began rubbing her aroused clit, pulling on its hood and pinching the.