I had always been a pretty private person, wearing a two piece swim suit was a bit over the edge for me. I preferred to make love to my husband with t...e lights out just because I had always thought it improper for anyone to see me in the nude. Outside of my husband I had never been touched or made love to by anyone else. The only people to have ever seen me naked outside of my parents when I was a baby were my husband and my own gynecologist. I had always thought that gynecologist sort of. Tears ran down her face. She tried to keep them back. Could things get worse, she thought. The next moment she knew they could. Across the road a woman stopped. She stared at her, calling her name. It was her sister. A searing wave of hot shame strangled her. She ran. She did not look back, until she knew she could not be seen anymore. Her heart beat like a steam hammer. She walked on in a forced step. Then she reached a posh shopping district.A car hooted next to her. It was the delivery car. I took her in my arms and kissed her deep and she responded to me instantly. Her tongue probed my mouth and our hands explored each other's body. I pushed a hand under her blouse and massaged her tits through her bra, her nipples were like rocks. I moved my hands to pants and found that they had an elastic waist band and I slowly started pushing them down. Patty didn't resist and in turn reached for my belt and zipper. With her pants at her knees, I reached between her legs and rubbed her. I crawled over to the bathroom, but this time he didn't follow me in. I used the toilet and washed up, cleaning last night's slightly smeared make up from my face. I wondered why he hadn't made any sexual use of me at all, perhaps he was homosexual, or maybe I didn't turn him on. The thought that I might not be attractive to him caused a strange sort of pain to me. I wanted him to want me. I know it sounds bizarre, but I wanted him to find me attractive and sexually stimulating. I wanted to.