I see you sitting alone at the bar and ask if I can sit beside you, as you turn to answer my eyes scan over your body from your heels, up your stocking clad legs to the short skirt half way up your thighs, the buttons on your shirt straining to hold your boobs in. Our eyes meet and you can see by the twinkle in my eye that I am hungry, ready to devour you.
You stammer "yes" so I sit down with my knees either side of yours stopping you from turning away from my stare. You are stuck facing me and we start talking, I order us both a drink and we cheers, our eyes locked across the top of the glasses. I shuffle my bar stool closer so my knees are surrounding yours, I close my thighs and briefly touch your stockings, you flinch but have no where to go so I touch again quickly, this time you don't flinch so I rest my thighs on your knees feeling the warmth of your skin.
I move my stool back a little, the hand that was on my knee moves to your knee and I see you stop yourself from moving away. My fingertips circle on the top of your silky stockings then my other hand does the same on your other knee, both drawing invisible circles on the top of your knees. The circles getting bigger, moving up your thighs, you can't move your eyes away from mine but I know you want to see my fingers move to the inside of your knees and ease them apart, after a second of resistance you let your knees be moved by me. The curve of your thighs covered in the dark stockings are being exposed to me, the shadows forming between your thighs and I keep pushing open until your skirt stops your thighs going wider. Leaning forward an inch I breath in the air, sniffing deeply, a little smile in the corner of my mouth so you know I can smell your pussy and we both know you are hot and wet.
My hands forgotten on your knees start their circle motion again, this time on the inside of your knees and moving slowly up the inside of your thighs until my hands disappear under the skirt that is only just covering your stocking tops. I feel the warm soft flesh of your thigh for the first time, that gentle bulge where the stockings are tight to your skin. My hands keep moving until they are at the junction between your thighs and your pussy, one finger moved to your panties to press them between your swollen lips. I put my hands back to my own knees after wiping my glistening finger on my lip. Holding my hand out I simply say "panties" curling my finger indicating to you what I want. You look shocked and flushed and start to climb down off the stool, numbly following the instruction that would normally horrify you.
Before you can move far I stop your movements, not letting you down to go to the toilet, "here" I state, you look around the bar, hotel bars are always busy, no one appears to be looking our way and the barman is busy with other customers so you wiggle in your seat, sliding your fingers under your skirt both sides of your legs. Tugging your panties down under your skirt, having to bounce a little to get them off your bum, each bounce creating a wonderful show under your shirt. You can see my eyes on your chest and try to limit how much your boobs are swinging and bouncing, you look down and see that your nipples are protruding through your tight shirt. With one final look around to make sure no one is watching you whip your panties down your legs and over your shoes.
Sitting back up with the scrap of black satin balled up in your hand you look around again and then from my eyes to my hand held out waiting. You push the panties against my hand hoping no one will see, as you sit back I open my hand, your panties visible to anyone who might look, and raise them to my face inhaling. I move them between my fingers until I find the wettest spot, watching you blush because you can see the moisture too, I lick the panties slowly with the tip of my tongue. Satisfied, I fold the panties neatly and sit them on the bar between our two glasses. I can see the fear in your eyes seeing your panties on public display but your attention is quickly diverted back to your knees as my fingers return to them, easing your thighs apart and moving back under your skirt