She is waiting for me at Starbucks. I'm running late. It's getting to that zone where you are not sure whether they'll even turn up. The night is chilly and windy, spring and winter pushing each other around in cold and impatient gusts.

I walk in, spot her right away, fidgeting with her phone. I walk up and stand close over her just watching her, half smile no words. It takes her a minute before she realizes I'm towering over her, a kind and calmly confident presence. She half jumps up as realization dawns, relief that I'm here finally. A broad smile, a smile that gives out to an astute observer that she approves.

She is sharp at the edges but voluptuous, an ample cleavage wrapped in tasteful spring shawls over a stylish black dress. Not young, not old. She reminds me of wholesome country muffins fresh from the oven. Turns out I'm right, she has a baking business.

I'm dressed well, I feel good, confident. We get coffee. Small talk. I say as little as I can. She is here because of a reason. Tonight my words shall just be the dots connecting her imagination.

On this cold night leftover from a stubborn winter, the warm coffee cup ....ahhhh, it feels so good. I have this unconscious habit of warming my palms on a warm cup, then massaging my neck with that warmth. Instinctively, I reach out and massage her neck. It do it without thinking of kino, escalation or any of that stuff. Just one individual thwarted by a long winter to another.

"Feel it?" Ahhhh..

For a moment a thought about the appropriateness of the gesture crosses her face. My warm palm on the back of her neck. I apply deep, circular pressure with my fingers around the base of her neck area. Her resistance melts.

I pull back. More small talk. The way she looks to the right while we talk, I know she has an imagination, and is writhing with the pleasure of my micro massage. I warm my hands again and this time I press deeper into her spine. There is a lot of tension in her neck.

"You need a massage". She agrees. "I think so too"

It's almost 9:30 on a weekday. We're in a corner, some distracted people to the sides. I walk behind her, I make a loose fist and using the weight of my body to apply pressure on her shoulders, running my hand up her neck until I get to the base of her skull, then go back down, squeezing the sore muscles and holding until they relax. I drag up until I reach the trigger point under the base of her skull. Her eyes are closed with deep relaxation. I repeat a few times, then I return to my seat.

It's closing so we head out. I walk close to her. I put my hand on the small of her back. I make some gentle circles.

"Let's go on a drive". She agrees.

We drive around aimlessly on this gloomy night. But my car is well appointed, a luxury Lexus, and in here we are protected and warm. There are lots of cop cruisers tonight. We stop at a light, a cruiser next to us. The intersection traffic light starts to count down -- 21, 20,19...I turn towards her. she turns towards me. I reach out, grab her neck, pull her head towards me and kiss her. A 20 second, passionate kiss. The cops are watching us under furrowed eyebrows. The light turns green and I turn left. She is amused and excited by my boldness.

"I feel like a drink to warm me up". She agrees. It's her town, she offers directions to a huge, upscale cafe by the harbourfront, encased in glass. We walk into classy warm pine and underlit ambience. It's almost empty, so I pick a cabin towards the rear where a hot, buxom waitress is finishing her meal.

Across the bay, the moon is rising on a cloudy patchwork of night sky. We indulge in sparkling wine and savor the nuances while we exchange great stories and laughter.

She's sipping red wine. I ask her to close her eyes and imagine the moment in her life when she was most turned on. She smiles shyly but subtly, letting her imagination run.

Under the table, I take off my right shoe. She is wearing a short skirt with tights. I rub the sides of her shin with mine.

She lets out an audible gasp.

I run my toes on the length of her shin. I could feel her thigh tense up in anticipation of how far I would take it. She recovers her composure quickly but I can see the dreamy faraway look in her eyes. When was the last time this happened to her? Probably never.

I up the ante, and pull her leg up to my chair in between my legs. I caress it, slide my fingers up and down gently on her soft leg.

The waiter comes by to bring us our order, setting the dishes, etc., all the while I'm playing with her legs, gently caressing them back and forth. She is tensed between anticipation and the fear of being caught.

We tuck into our meals. I feast on the spring rolls in chilli sauce - they are fantastic.

A heady feeling of a delicious meal and insides warmed by brandy. I am feeling cozy and happy. We get up to leave. As she walks out she turns just so at the top of the stairs, pausing just long enough to throw me a shy smile.

We get into my car again. I drive to the lakeshore avenue by the harbourfront. The moon is now up and the waters of the bay are gently lapping against the pier, lit by the silver moonlight. It is sublime.

I put my hands on her knees. I keep looking at the moonlight - "Such a peaceful night". I draw a line with my finger up her thigh. I sense she is jelly with anticipation inside. "We are going to keep it clean tonight" - she says, drawing the boundaries.

I gently brushed the outside of her thigh before withdrawing it. She murmurs. I touch her thigh about half way up, and hold it there for a couple of seconds against her warm skin. Ever so gently, I draw a line down her leg towards her knee before stopping and bringing it back. I feel her thigh muscles tighten in anticipation.

I withdraw again. She now looks at me with begging eyes. She is playing with my hand. "We are going to keep it clean tonight" - I repeat to her with a cocky glint in my eyes.

I stop. I start to drive back to the mall where I met her. I want to take things slowly and make this last as long as I can, savouring each moment of the encounter.

Once again I put my hand on her thighs, this time I trace my fingertips ever so lightly up her thigh. I start a gentle stroking motion up and down, varying the pressure and then the speed a little. My fingers get closer and closer to the place where her leg meet. I pause within touching distance. I feel the heat she is generating on my fingers.

She slouches forward a bit on her chair pressing her crotch more into my hand.

I am driving slowly on the deserted streets. It is almost midnight and we're near the mall where I met her.

I continue keeping up the intensity, slowly stroking away at her insides before positioning my middle finger delicately on her clit. Ever so gently I rub it, in tiny circles through her panties. I slowly ease my finger into her panties, and feel the wet pussy. I can now smell her juice in the car, it is heady. She is wet.

We're there, I park right next to her car.

Its not the notch-count, it is the anticipation. Sex is over quickly, eroticism is in the imagination and lasts a long time.

I pull out my hand. I say - "I enjoyed every moment but I just met you. We should plan to meet again soon". She sits there unsure of what it all means. I kiss her and say Good Night. She departs in confusion.

I am barely back home when I get a flood of text messages from her asking when are we meeting up next and where. I have suggested next Tuesday and I will give her that massage she wants.

But I will try not to go the whole distance with her again on Tuesday.