I stand up to meet you, kiss you gently on the cheek and offer you a seat beside me in the booth. You sit beside me then cross one leg over the other, slightly exposing the top of your stockings. I can see the straps of the garter belt peeking out from under your skirt as it rides up along your leg.

I reach a hand for your thigh and stroke it, sliding my hand down to the hem of the skirt.. Without even a glance around I slide my hand under it and feel the silly feeling of the stocking on my fingers. I move my hand along the curve of your thighs, enjoying controlling you even as your breathing deepens and the tension on your face. The embarrassment of being caught with my hand under your skirt in public worries you while also exciting you, the chance of being caught arousing you equally. I stroke your inner thighs softly and you breathe just that little bit harder, your breasts rising and falling under the fabric of your blouse. I withdraw my hand and you relax.