This is a text thread I sent to a woman that was interested in meeting, yet she was afraid of being caught by others. So, this is what I sent her to give her a feel for how sensual I am, how it might go for our first introduction. And yeah, I know what you’re thinking, but this is what really happened, exactly what I sent her.

Lacey really wanted to meet me, as she had heard that I’m fully trained in sensual Tantric massage. She was reticent, however, as she wanted it to be away from her hubby and also “openly in private.” In other words, she needed to feel safe and unthreatened in a public parking lot, yet it needed to be private enough so that we could turn it up a notch if we connected. Enjoy!

Crazy idea… I’ll be in town tomorrow lunchtime. If you can sneak away, I’m happy to meet, even in some parking lot, and chat. You could hop into my car and get a feel for who I am as I give you a hand massage to let you know what ecstasy awaits you. Think it over as you close your eyes and dream of what may be…

I Love the idea of seeing your legs peeking from folds of fabric as your skirt rides high on your thigh as you sit in my car and we make our introductions…

I Love the idea of seeing your perfectly painted toes as they peek from power pumps, your smile that shows confidence and also slight apprehension at the newness of this situation…

I Love the idea of spying bare skin and perhaps the hint of lace as it peeks from your jacket, alerting me to the fact that you could be wearing a lacy chemise, or perchance are bare breasted beneath the jacket, your bare nipples hardening as we talk and flirt and as they rub provocatively against the jacket’s fabric…

I Love the idea of taking your hand and slowly massaging it as we chat our introductions. You feel comforted by my strong hands massaging yours in such a loving way. My eyes taking in your perfectly manicured fingers, slender and so very womanly…

I Love the idea of leaning close and kissing your neck, smelling your hair and the faint hint of a scent, alluring and captivating my imagination as it mingles and I can’t quite tell when the sprayed scent ends and your natural scent takes over…

I Love the idea, when you are comfortable with me and the situation, of you taking my hand and placing it on your bare thigh, just below your skirt hemline. Just that simple act. Letting me know that you are comfortable with my touch and desire more. You sigh as you feel my strong hands knead your flesh, worshiping your form, slowly moving higher. I Love the idea of exploring under the hem of your skirt, higher up, slightly inward now, approaching the wetting core of womanhood that so very much wants to be touched and adored…

I Love the idea of you moving closer, leaning in, and placing a kiss directly on my lips, tentative at first, exploring my reaction, awaiting further advances…

I Love the idea of taking your head in my hands, and slowly, achingly slowly kissing one cheek then the other, one brow then the other, your forehead, your neck, your chin, your nose, and then slowly lowering my lips to yours, tentatively kissing your lips and waiting for you to slightly open your mouth, signaling that you want more, that you need more, than you can’t wait for my tongue to enter and explore and intoxicate…

I Love the idea of your lifting your hips so that you can tug your skirt higher, baring the full length of your legs to my gaze, my touch…opening yourself to me, giving yourself to my skilled hands. I gasp as my gaze travels up your slender thighs and finally falls upon the apex, just now revealing to me that you aren’t wearing any panties, your bare womanhood gaping open to me, for me, for my touch, for my worshiping, for my adoring, for my pleasure and for your pleasure. You hear me moan in appreciation as you feel my hand moving closer and closer to your wetting core…