It's the first time we've met, and she's a little plumper than I expected. In a good way, not a bad way, merely on the outer edge of my type...
She's changing into an outfit, large skirt, explaining that that's what she does for a living, she gets paid by fashion designers to wear their brands out in public, promoting their lines, I wait while she tries various outfits on, we're hitting it off...
...And now we're in a plush apartment, she's undressed to reveal that she's appropriately attired underneath, stockings, corset, and covered head to toe in some sort of body paint that keeps changing colors, psychedelic, and we're in a brightly lit large bathroom, door open, deep pile carpet underneath, trying to complete the deed, I'm trying to pull aside her knickers and she keeps changing color - blue, red, yellow, bright neon colors, fumbling and trying to hurry, I have to get to work, I have to get to work ...
(And I wake up from my nap. Time for work. I have to get to work. Another, rare sexy dream thwarted by the mundane pragmatism of day to day life...)