I imagine you, while I sit in my kitchen, performing a sexy dance for me, swinging your hips around in circles, slowly dipping, getting low, Wearing only my tie and a pair of red cotton booty shorts. You bend right over raising your hand in the air just to smack your ass, dropping low again just to stick your ass out as you raise back up, You know this turns me on, you know what your body does to me, You turn around and start to strut towards me, Removing my tie, peeling it from around your neck up, up through your breasts, Dancing around me with it as your prop before putting it over my eyes as a blindfold.
The next thing I feel is your hands on my belt, undoing my pants. You struggling to get my hard on out, as you release it you stop, I feel your hands move to my chest running along my shoulders, up the back of my head. You pull me in for a deep, deep kiss. As our tongues dance together you notice my hard on twitching, you start to tease me, tracing your fingers around my legs and pelvis, tugging at my pants to remove them, running your hands up my legs, to my inner thighs touching everywhere by my aching hard on.