If you want to dance, all you have to do is ask. Lead or follow, I'm sure you won't regret it.

Imagine skipping work to get a massage, mani/pedi, a blowout and a visit to both a lingerie and dress shop where you charge to my account. Pick out whatever you want, but at each stop, send me a picture of yourself feeling sexy and pampered.  

You meet me for a late lunch at a cute restaurant out of town, we eat, and then we drive to my lake house to turn on some nice music. We'll dance. We'll make out. I'll whisper in your ear how sexy you are and how much I want to rip your clothes off. And when I'm ready, I'll carry you to the bed room, throw you on the bed, take off your shoes, kiss you from your toes, up your leg, and take my time between your legs until you're begging me to get inside you. 

I'll pull your dress off, run my hands all over your body, softly kiss your neck down to your collar bone, and suck on your tits as I lightly caress your deliciously wet clit with my rock hard cock. 

All the while, you continue to beg. I tel