I felt so exposed; for the first time embarrassment coloured my cheeks. I covered my bareness with my arms shyly, but he only chuckled deeply and cuff...d my wrists with his long fingers, pulling them away to allow him a proper look. That gleam in his eye broke me, shattered my embarrassment; it was the look that someone has when they look at a breathtaking painting or a new born baby; it was the look of pure awe. He sat backwards on his legs, still positioned between mine and peeled off his. She sat her glass of wine on the coffee table in front of the couch and headed into her bedroom. She stood in front of her mirrored dresser and kicked off her shoes. She watched herself in the mirror as she unbuttoned her blouse and let it slide off her arms and onto the floor. Placing a hand on the dresser she reached down and pulled off each of her socks. Next she unbuttoned the top of her jeans and lowered the zipper. She wiggled her ass slightly as she worked the jeans down over her shapely. This was her small town.... where she lived. She was surrounded by people she knew. There was no way she was going to leave the choir and meet him. But what did he want? She kept asking herself that question and got more and more agitated. Finally, she couldn't stand it any longer and quietly moved away from the choir towards the room the stranger had entered."What are you doing here?" Marge whispered as soon as she stepped into the room and closed the door behind her."A hello would have been. Her head went back with eyes closed as she slid slowly down the wall to end up in a heap, the now cooling water gently caressing her body. She started to giggle, then to laugh out loud when she imagined what she looked like, hair across her face, legs spread wide, water running over her while she twitched in the after shocks of her orgasm. She felt like the picture of wantonness and so wanted John to see it, so she could see his excitement, watch him harden, be his sex toy. She wanted him to do.