As many of you know, I love a good tease. The dance between a man and a woman, each one trying to gain the upper hand in the seduction and both knowing only one can win.

It starts as I look across the room and see you sitting there alone, and nursing a drink. You are wearing a slinky little white dress with a plunging neckline that reveals you are all woman. The dress fits you like a glove. You are wearing dark evening style eye shadow and cherry-red lipstick. You look amazing.

You look up and catch me looking at you and you smile coyly. I lift my glass and I can see you blush from here. You look down again and I call the bartender over and ask him what you are drinking. I have him pour us both a drink and then I walk over.

“The bartender said you were drinking wine,” I say, setting your drink down on the table. “I hate to see such a lovely woman sitting alone ... would you like some company?” I ask.

“Please,” you say, indicating I should sit down. I take a seat close to you, but still respectfully distant. “Hello, my name is Jonathan.” You introduce yourself and I take your hand, shaking it. I hold your hand a bit longer though, just letting you know I am in the game.

We sit and talk and get to know each other a bit as we enjoy our drinks. I turn up the charm-ometer and slowly work my magic. As we talk and get more acquainted I let my finger gently, almost imperceptibly, trace across your hand. You don’t even notice at first, but then I say something about getting us another drink and you cover my hand telling me you have to use the restroom.

I take your hand and help you to stand, lifting it to my lips and tell you to hurry back. You smile again and blush at my chivalry and go off to the ladies room.

I don’t know this, but you go into the bathroom and look at yourself in the mirror. You are feeling hot and flushed and you talk to yourself in the mirror, trying to decide what you are going to do. You are cautious because you have been hurt before but you want this ... you really want this. Finally you have taken long enough, and you come out and return to the table. I rise once again as you approach and this time I seat you at the table.

“I got us a couple more drinks while you were away,” I tell you and we continue talking and flirting. I lean over to whisper something in your ear (someone put some money in the jukebox and the music is loud) and you laugh at what I say. I am feeling more confident about the evening, so I move a bit closer.

“You smell wonderful. I like that perfume you are wearing tonight,” I say, leaning over again.

“It’s Sensuous, by Estee Lauder,” you tell me.

“It certainly is,” I reply. I take another sniff, but this time I “accidently” brush my lips against your neck as I do. I feel you tremble and a tiny gasp as I touch your neck. I sit back in my seat and we talk some more. We finish our drinks and you look at me.

“Would you like to get out of here?” I ask you.

“That would be nice. It is getting loud in here,” you reply.

I help you to stand and help you on with your jacket. We walk over to the bar, and I pay for the drinks, then we head for the door. My car is closer, so I tell you we will take mine. I seat you in the car and then go around and get in myself.

I start the car and begin to drive. “Your place or mine?” I ask.

“I don’t care,” you say, looking down at your lap. Your hands are figeting as if you are uncertain. I smile inwardly and turn the car towards home. As we drive, I put my hand over yours and give them a little squeeze. You look up and smile, knowing that I understand. Then my hand goes to rest on your thigh and I softly trace my fingers over your leg, feeling the warmth and the silkiness of your stockings. My hand moves slowly up and down, each time inching slowly higher. I reach the hem of your dress a couple strokes later and I gently push it slightly upwards. You part your legs a bit enjoying the feeling of my touch. I see your movement and the next time I move slightly higher. Soon I am at the top of your stocking and I feel your soft bare skin above the lace top. You close your eyes and part your lips as you lay your head back on the seat. The next stroke finds me perilously close to your core and I can feel the heat radiating from you. Your breathing has increased to a soft pant as you can feel yourself slipping away...

We arrive at my house and I help you out of the car. We walk up to the door arm in arm and I open the door, holding it for you. We step inside and I shut the door and offer to take your coat. I ask you if you want a drink and you decline, saying that you have had enough already. I admire that. We go into the living room and I put on some soft music. We sit on the couch and talk. I make sure to keep the game going by putting my hand on your thigh again. You are aroused, I can tell. I can feel you tremble under my hand and I can smell a new scent in the air. Not your perfume ... well not exactly. Not the Sensuous perfume you put on earlier. No, this is your personal perfume and it smells delightful.