She'd always impressed me as a private person. I had no qualms about nudity, but I had believed that girls from the Bible Belt were taught extreme mod...sty from about age 2 on. Live and learn, I thought.I picked her up Saturday morning at her apartment, a 4th floor walkup in Tinley Park, and headed for Round Lake, some 50 miles north. We chatted as I drove, with me glancing from time to time at her smooth legs. Dressed as she was in shorts and a halter top with her hair loose and blowing in the. I hoped she knew what she was doing. I was uncomfortable and a feeling a bit lonely. I’m just not as outgoing as she was.I noticed my friend was flirting with some guy. I wondered if she planned on having sex with him. The guy was all over her. She was laughing and slow dancing with him very close. His hands were grabbing her on her buttocks. She loved all the attention. He kissed her passionately while his hands continued to roam all over her.I was feeling uncomfortable. The band was playing. " Oh, yeah, I guess I put her through a grueling evening. She never complains about anything I do. That bothers me." You really are dense. Can't you see that she loves you too much to protest anything you do to her?" That's another thing that bothers me. I may have gone beyond the point of no return," I said, wanting to drop the subject. I guess Wanda did too, because she busied herself with the stock folders.The stylist arrived and I had to go upstairs to tell Cynthia that he was there. "Did. She had replaced her customary neck-to-ankle tight black leather with a fancier, more revealing and sexier outfit. She was still in black leather, and it still looked stunning with her dark red hair, lips, and nails. But she now wore a choker of diamonds on black wire around her neck, which was otherwise bare, and a low-cut sleeveless bustier. Her breasts were pushed up and out, more than half exposed, showing just a few millimeters of pink aureole. Tattoos of darkly colorful naked women.