Okay, Funky
We would meet in a swanky city cocktail bar, dressed to the nines. Down a few sophisticated drinks and flirt with the barman whilst chatting about life and boys and things in general.
We'd then go to a seafood restaurant with a view of a bay, lights tinkling in the darkening night outside, where we'd share a lobster (no price constraints here ok) and laugh about cracking it open. I might feed you some off my fork, and vice versa. Champagne is making us a bit tipsy.
Afterwards, we stroll down a pier to the beach. It's a warm, sultry night. We unfurl a blanket and sit down, and then I produce a couple of pills. We take those and lie back to look at the moving clouds barely visible in the ebony sky. Chatting, massaging, giggling, sharing a bottle of wine, we spend a couple of hours on the blanket before deciding to shed our clothes and go skinny dipping.
Refreshed we return to the blanket, dress and cuddle up under the stars and fall asleep.
In the morning we stroll into town for a big brekkie at a local cafe, then go shopping.
There may be more but that's another chapter

SLM