I really like these dates. I enjoy dancing with you, and you are a fun companion for trying out new cuisine. The hugs and kisses at your doorway are sweet. But, if you were willing, dear Barbara, our evenings would proceed differently. Rather than go out on the town after eating, we’d go back to my place.

I would kiss you in privacy. Your lips are sweet, and their sweetness deserves some time, but, when I had kissed your lips for a while, I’d proceed down your throat. When I got to the neck of your blouse, I’d remove your whole blouse. And when, a few inches further along your shoulder, I got to the bra strap, I’d remove your bra.

At about that time, standing would be interfering with kissing. We would adjourn to the bedroom and lie down. There, I could reach all of you to kiss, not only mouth and neck and shoulders, but arms and belly and breasts. Oh those breasts! I would look my full at what I’ve only felt. I would hold one while kissing all the smoothness of the other. Then I would exchange my mouth for my hand and hold the first while kissing the smoothness of the other. Only after I had paid tribute to the smooth expanse would I kiss the nipples. My pleasure would be boundless, and I believe you would receive great pleasure, too.

Then I would remove my own shirt so that I could lie beside you and kiss you with your breasts pressed against my chest. My hands so enjoy the touch of your skin that I would like to treat more of my body to that sensation. We would have time, and comfort since we would be lying down, to enjoy that at our leisure.