It was a hot, humid summer day and sundresses were as ubiquitous as mosquitoes. I was no exception. Breezy cotton and spaghetti straps strike a balanc...e of coverage and ventilation that most agree is socially acceptable attire. My dresses tend to be smaller and tighter than most because I’m petite with smaller boobs. Any larger and they would look like I was wearing a burlap bag.When I’m feeling naughty, intent on teasing onlookers and passersby, what would otherwise be a forgettable outfit, can. We walked through the park on the cool summer night, the light breeze moving pleasantly through the trees surrounding the babbling stream cutting through the middle."So what kind of person do you think I am?" Well, to put it simply, you're a submissive. You take pleasure in service to others, and as a dominant I'm finding you almost irresistible right now." I still don't know what that means."I stopped there, in the middle of the paved path, and set down my bag."Listen very carefully, because I. Well at it was 6:45 pm when he pulled up he came to the door an knocked and I open the door his first words was you look beautiful I said thank you and got my purse and locked the door.He was a gentleman open the car door and shut it for me. We ended up going to a high end restraunt. We talked during dinner and he was vey sweet and a complete gentleman.He always held his arm so I could hold on to it. Well he always open my door an closed it for me.We got to movies an he got our drinks an a. But then the surface was crashing back at them and they both came topside gasping for air. Anna splashed him and he splashed her back. “Hope your suit likes chlorine,” she said. “Might as well make it worth it.” He grabbed her foot and pulled her legs open around his waist. She sucked in her breath, arms wrapped behind his neck. She kissed his brow as he undid his pants again and pushed up her dress. She gasped and gripped his shoulders as he entered her the second time that night. He bounced.