I wanted you to watch. I wanted you to see his hand as it traced the curve of my full hips. Watch as he caresses my ass, tracing the half moons of my voluptuous bottom before sliding back up my body and resting it on the very hip he will be grabbing onto later this evening. Can you see the goosebumps as they cover my flesh? Perhaps my hardened nipples as they poke against the thin material surrounding them? I see you, sitting at the table next to us, pretending to engage in conversation with people you can't even focus on. Instead your eyes are focused on my legs, long and smooth and seemingly endless beneath the hem of my skirt. You watch as we sit next to you, him taking the seat next to me and leaving the other side of our table empty.
You watch as I cross my legs only to have his hand reach under and tap my knee. I quickly uncross, placing both feet on the ground but keeping them closed. He begins caressing my thigh, lightly running his fingertips up and down my left leg, leaning over to whisper into my ear. You see me shudder, more goosebumps. My nipples ache now. His hand taps my knee again and I part my legs, opening them just enough for him to slide his hand between them. He is not touching my sex, not yet. He is simply caressing the inside of my thigh now.
I keep my arms on the table, keeping my hands out of my lap as he teases me. A simple glance your way and I see you shifting in your seat, unable to maintain eye contact with your own company as his hand slides farther up my skirt. He has shifted the thin material and you can see the tops of my stockings and the clips to my garter. You clear your throat but I pay no attention, heat traveling through my body, radiating from my very core as his fingertips caress my covered sex. The black lace panties are just barely visible to you. I open wider. Can you see them now?