I blow into town unexpectedly and call from the airport to tell you that I will pick you up from work. I know this makes you nervous because you don't know if my appearance will "out" you or not. I arrive wearing my usual Jones New York pants suit with 'fuck me' Manolo Blahnik shoes. For all the world I am feminine and well groomed. I behave myself in front of your co-workers, but you know you need to get me out of there. Is it fear or sexual tension that you feel?
We go down to the parking garage where I have parked my rental car. I tell you to walk ahead of me so that I can watch your ass as you walk. I want to see it move just for me. When we get to the car, you stand beside the passenger door waiting for me to unlock it for you. I turn you to face me, lean you back against the car and kiss you long and deep. I lean hard against you. You gasp as you realize that I am wearing a strap on dildo under my suit. "It's all for you, my darling" I whisper in your ear. I know you want me to fuck you with it, and I will, but not until you've begged me for it. You are flushed and breathless as I reach around you, unlock the car and tell you to get ready for a little adventure. I take you to a lesbian bar that I've been told about. I'm told that it's discreet, dark, and romantic. I'm told that there is always good music for slow dancing....all the better to tease you with. At the bar we move to the dance floor where there is great slow music playing. All the better to hold you, caress you, and tease you. I stroke your back. I kiss your neck. I tell you that you are the sexiest little bitch I've met in years.