Incognito.

I am a handsome, fit, 50-year old very prominent attorney . . . Your post strikes me as interesting to the point of being tantalizing.
 
I am well-heeled and in a position to satisfy your reasonable request for financial assistance.
 
Here is my proposal.  I only want to meet you once, and I do not want to know your name, nor will you know mine.  I would like the location to be in a nice hotel that I will pay for.  I would like to have what transpires between us in the hotel room be something that we gradually evolve through email, over time.  I want our interaction to have a high element of fantasy, as only very sophisticated written communication can accomplish.
 
Are you game?

*****
yes

•••••
Let's close our eyes and imagine the setting . . .
 
The room is dark, but dimly lit, rather than completely blackened.   You are wearing perfume, something subtle, not overwhelming.
 
You will greet me at the door.  You will be wearing a long silk gown, with expensive underwear and high heels.
 
*****
you come in, and sit down.
i bring you a drink, and sit across from you, sipping
one of my own.
watching you... watching me.
we sit in silence. knowing what is coming. and why we
are here.

•••••
I stand to face you.  I am wearing a dark blue suit with a faint yellow stipe, a light blue french-cuffed shirt and a yellow and blue tie.  I remove my jacket and place it on the bed.
 
You stand and walk towards me, slowly.  I can feel my heart beating.  There is an electricity between us . . . almost as if sparks are being created.
 
You lean towards me.  Your perfume intoxicates me . . . I can feel your warmth.  You whisper in my ear.

*****
"touch me"

•••••
I hesitate.  We look at each other.
 
"Better yet," you say.  "Do not touch me."
 
You are only inches away, as you unknot my tie and slowly pull it through my collar and stare into my eyes.  Then, you slowly unbutton my shirt . . . .
 
"Remember, no touching."
 
The room feels almost like it is pulsating, like time has stood still . . .

*****
Unbuttoning your shirt completely, I leave it open and untucked. Then, still looking into your eyes, I unbuckle your belt, and pull it through the belt loops. Slowly.  
 
Brushing my hand just barely over your crotch as I pull it away from you.
 
I then move to stand in front of you, standing perfectly still. As I stand, my hands find my gown, and pull it up, inch by inch.. My hands the only thing moving, you cannot tell whether to watch my eyes, or the raising hemline of my skirt...

•••••
My excitement continues to build.  Your dark beautiful eyes are almost hypnotic. 
 
You continue to slowly lift up your gown, as I stare transfixed.  Then, suddenly, you are standing before me in only your panties.
 
"Remove your shirt,"  you command, and I do.
 
Next, I remove an ice cube from my glass and move towards you . . .

*****
"Ah! Remember! No touching." I chide you.
Visibly dissappointed, you lower your hand, still holding the ice cube.
I try to conceal my amusment. Slowly reach out my hand and take the ice cube from your hands. Then, ice dripping from my fingertips, my hips slowly sway, and I move sensually to music only I can hear. My clear ocean electric blue eyes watching your every twitch, and physical reaction. And still watching you, I take my ice ladden hand, and place the cube on my collarbone, then sliding it up then down my neck continuing down the middle of my chest, and over my stomach to circle around my hip.

Turning while I do this, I hand it off to my other hand, bringing it full circle over my other hip, back to my stomach and then... so very slowly, slide it down, down under my panties into the crease between my legs, gasping slightly.. And then out and back up again. I seem to barely notice the cold, my body has melted the cube significantly. All they while swaying
slowly, methodically. You can't stop staring, at my now ice wet body; the cold temperature has made my nipples stiff, and hard. My hair, curly and long, cascades impressively over my shoulders and back. I float my hands back up, over my nipples, brushing them every so slightly on the way up to my hair. Tying my hair up, slowly, the ice is completely gone, and I look at you, watching me, waiting for the next step...

•••••
I stand, staring, intoxicated. 
 
"Take off your pants,"  you command, and I unbuckle by belt, letting my pants drop to the floor.
 
My penis is erect and standing straight out in my boxer shorts.  It feels almost as if it is straining to touch you.  We are gazing into each other's eyes.
 
You walk slowly around me. I can feel your warmth, smell your perfume.
 
You stand in front of me, and gently, almost imperceptably touch my penis through my shorts.  I gasp.  You continue to lightly fondle and caress me.  I can barely feel it, but the sensation is almost like electric shocks.  
 
Suddenly, I whisper "Tell me what to do."

*****