She was a redhead (a plus), athletic yet full bosomed (two plusses), working on a Master’s degree (a plus) with a quiet but intense personality (two...plusses).On the third date I invited her for a gourmet meal at my luxury apartment. A guest chef prepared and served it. She was appreciative of the experience but not overwhelmed. When I opened a second bottle of champagne and invited her to my Jacuzzi, a standard ploy to get a woman naked and in the mood for copulation, she acted as if she did. Joann pulled away from me looking intently into my eyes when I asked her if I could do the same to her. She answered by telling me she would like that very much, but to be slow and gentle since this was her first time. I started to kiss her on the lips and by now the strawberry flavor had almost worn away, but there was another flavor I was more interested in. I started to kiss down her face lingering at her ear lobe and continuing down her neck to her shoulders. Reaching her shoulders I cupped. It’ll be bedlam but we always enjoy it. May you invite her? Yeah, you have my permission. Should you? I don’t know. You need to talk to her and her parents. There’s a little problem though.”“What?”“Your mother has boxes and bags of clothes and stuff to take. You know how they swap stuff around when we get together. With that and some food, we can’t all go in one car. You could drive your mother’s car and take Alex, maybe take Gianna too.”“I’ll call her and see what she says.”“No, don’t just. To this day I don't know if it was that vulgarly seductive speech or the vitality of that "I need you now" that finally tipped the balance.He pulled me to press against him, he held me in his arms and ever so gently began to stroke my shoulder. He brought his lips to mine and eased the straps off my shoulders as his feathery touch raised my desire. He slipped my dress down and undid my bra and my breasts were free. A total stranger cupped a breast in one hand the other hand found the small of.