Date one - she arrives - a first date - all heels and lace. Glistening lipstick and a hit of powder. Musk and makeup waft. The date is dark - glances and smiles - she takes his hand hand strokes a finger - he holds a hand - she takes that hand and pulls it across her breast - his knuckles brush the nipple and she slides it back and forth agitating the nipple who rises tight under lace.
A cocktail later and she invites a squeeze and and moans to the touch.
Later she asks if he got hard watching her in the dar and ask if the real soft thing compares to the images that he must of thought. He is devoured. Standing, kneeling and flat and astride.
And things of her days later as he finds a hair or smells something similar.