the shyness, near shame, of appearances!

We had resumed our formerly usual running on week ends' mornings, at ten the heat already began to make the air heavier;
we were arrived in her brand new car, the last model of an important company, a fancy and shiny design, she likes to change of vehicle every year;
she had the kindness to come pick me up then go in the other direction to find the shady wood in which it will be more bearable to jog;
during the trip i thought "that's not for driving she bought that thing, she's not a miles eater, her job is two miles away from her home and she takes her bike anyway, and that's surely not to come pick me up and impress me", i giggled, that would have been funny, the roles would be reversed, a woman buying a modern car to get the boys;
soon after we parked close to an hedge and laid a foot on the dry land, rising puffs of dust at each step, our backs were all sweaty just to be sat twenty minutes for the trip, she was wearing a tight stretched pants and top, both cut short, and i noticed something weird, she had tied a sweater around her waist, letting the main part fall behind like a curtain;
taking a sweater under that boiling sun??!!;
i questioned her impudently with that swift tongue of mine, and she replied embarrassed, her reddish face going down : "I don't like my bottom"
......
I spent the entire run together to correlate the showy new car with her butt, hmm... i mean with the shyness about her butt.

Fancy!