The single vibration from his phone drew his eyes away from his work and to the name on the screen. Laurie. About time, he thought with a smile, remembering the prior weekend. He had texted her a few times this week already with no response.
Picking up the phone he swiped his finger across the screen to open the message.
'Sorry I've not responded. Been really busy. Wanna get lunch?'
'Yes, where?', he messaged back.
A few minutes passed before she responded. 'Panera bread? 11:30?'
He sent back an okay and put his phone back down. He was sure the smile on his face was big and goofy. She had been on his mind constantly the last three days. Looking at the clock he frowned, two hours to wait seemed like an eternity.
Finally 11:15 rolled around and he quickly made his way to his trailblazer. Fifteen minutes later he walked into the restaurant and found her standing near the door. He was glad to see the smile that spread out on her face when she saw him.
His eyes traveled up and down her body. She had on a button down black blouse with a loose black skirt that came to her knees. Her legs were covered by sheer black lacy stockings that disappeared underneath the skirt. He smiled to himself as he wondered if they were truly stockings or panty hose. His eyes next went to her brown hair that barely touched her shoulders. He couldn't help but remember the light touch of those wisps of hair on his thighs as she..... No! He couldn't think that stuff now. He shook his head and gave her a hug.
"Why are you shaking your head?" she asked him.
"No reason," he answered with a smile, "Just had a thought pop into my head. You been waiting long?"
"Nope. Walked in a couple minutes before you."
He waved his arm in an open arc, "Well then after you my lady, lets eat."
Laughing she turned around and walked to the counter. He let out a sigh as he watched her walk away, how amazing this view is he thought.
"How's work going today? Do you always dress this nicely?" he asked after they had both ordered and sat down.
"Gosh no. It's usually jeans and t-shirts every day. They are trying to get a new client so they wanted all the people meeting with them to look nice. So here we are. You like?"
Nodding his head he replied, "Oh yeah, you look amazing. The black top, the skirt just barely to your knees, the sheer black panty hose. You have definitely went up a few notches on the hottie scale today."
"Shut Up!" she threw the wadded up paper from her straw at him. "I did not. Although...." she blushed a little, "I'm sure you'd think I broke the scale if I told you these were thigh high stockings and not hose..." She took a drink out of her straw with her eyes locked on his, a bit of mischievousness in them.
He nodded his head slowly and smiled, "Yeah.. that definitely raises you..." Their names over the speaker system announcing their food was ready interrupted the rest of his sentence. "Sit tight, I'll get yours, Miss Hottie." He stood quickly and went to the counter so he missed the smile that crossed her face. She took a deep breath and wondered what she was doing. After leaving his house Saturday night she promised herself she wouldn't see him again, yet here she sat with her body already reacting to his presence. Her mistake had been mentioning the stockings. She wanted him to see the lace top of them and the red see-through panties she had worn. She still wasn't sure why she had worn that pair, she just liked how the red stood out against the black. Deep down she wondered if she had known she'd ask him to lunch today.
Her plate hitting the table snapped her back to reality. He was smiling at her from across the table.
They began to eat, chit chatting between bites, talking about work and life. His mind still on Saturday night and how amazing she was. Her mind on why she was there and the surprise of how good it felt to be talking and eating with him. Her heart would skip a beat every time his shoe touched hers or his leg brushed up against hers under the table.
The question came out of the blue and took her by surprise after they had taken their last bite. "So, stockings huh? Why not panty hose?"
"Ugh, I hate those things. Too confining."
"Too confining?" he laughed, "You have nothing to confine."
With a glare she said, "Ha ha. I just meant around the backside and just wearing them over panties. I hate it."
"Ah, so with stockings on that means you have panties on then, hmm."
"Hmm what?"