Shy

She held your hand and guided you to the couch. The lights over head hummed on as she flipped the switch. Glancing at you from over her shoulder, her breath hitched as she lightly bit her lip.

"I've...I've never really done anything like this," the usually confident Melody said, "This is a little new for me."

A bright blush washed over her face as she slipped her metallic-sheen dress over her shoulders, allowing the smooth fabric to gently fall away from her softened body and pool at her ankles on the cool wood floor. A shy smile sweeps across her face as she lays herself bare for you.

Her hands nervously play with each other as her arms press into the soft flesh of her belly. Her soft, thick thighs pocked by cellulite, sway gently as she shifts her weight uneasily. You've never seen this side of her before. She's always cool, calm, collected. Rambunctious and energetic. But here, tonight, all that falls away like the dress she wore to dinner, and leaves behind the shy woman that's always lived beneath the surface. ""Well...what do you think?"