After Grand Central I visited my favorite open-air watering-hole. Generously-strong five-dollar Margaritas are unheard of elsewhere in The Slope. Work had been out-of hand lately. In my daze I ordered corn-fried chicken tenders so the Margaritas didnt put me under the table. I like to sit myself closest to the back so I can people watch as patrons and pedestrians come, go, mingle and chat.
The patio was packed with a chatty after-work crowd and I sat back absently watching the napkins dance in their holder, patiently waiting for my drink n dinner to round off the day. As the white edges flipped, another flash of white caught my eye. As if in perfect choreography with the napkins, a womans peasant skirt fluttered above her knees in the flirty breeze; across the aisle and not four tables from me. Her milky thighs were bright and unkissed by the summer sun. They rested easy and ever so slightly parted as she leaned back in her chair; chatting to her co-worker. As my eyes rolled up her buxom shape, she shot me a glance from her black-rim glasses. A smile grew from cheek to chiseled cheek on the rounded moon of her face. Her eyes shot away and color bloomed on her cheeks as she continued to chat with her friend.
Id been caught! My cheeks flushed and my heart raced. I looked back at the napkins, but my gaze was arrested again as she toyed with her raven hair behind her head; thrusting her generous breasts tightly against her mint blouse. She dropped her hair in a neat ponytail, resting her hands on her drink again. She shot me a mischievous grin as her friend was distracted taking a pull of her drink. Then she returned her almond eyes to her friend again. She shifted in her seat towards my table, pulling the skirt tight across her thighs. I half expected her to cross her legs (how embarrassing!). But she left her knees apart, offering me a shaded view all the way up to her parted chub-rub and the bright flash of black and white striped panties. She dropped one leg a little, freeing the skirt to dance again with the occasional thrilling candy-striped glimpse. Rose filled her cheeks as she busied herself with her private chat. I could feel my cock ache and strain against the cotton of my boxers. I wanted to taste the salty heat of her thighs under the shade of the table.
Here we go!
Suddenly the waitress blocked my view and place my a salt-rimmed glass on my table next to a side of chicken tenders. I smiled and thanked her. The waitress skipped away with the tray and a bar towel. I took a sip of Margarita to steady my nerves and took a peek up over my glass. The Chair was empty. The woman in the white cotton had vanished in the commotion. Her drink sat half-finished and her friend propped herself against the table sipping her drink in silence.
Disappointed, I set to work on my tenders. A visit to the rest room crossed my mind; I was terribly turned-on and I desperately needed relief. But who would watch my food and drink? What if she returned? I sat and ate lost in white cotton thoughts.
I lifted the last tender from the red plastic basket and I was about to take a bite when a white flash stole past me. The woman had returned! She sat down and smiled at her friend; setting her tote by her side. She had been gone for a good fifteen minutes.
My heart pounded again and she glanced at me, mid-sentence. Her eyes returned to her friend and a smile filled her face. As she lifted her glass she shifted her hips again,
pulling the skirt tight on her hips.; thrusting her knees apart. She leaned back and in the shade of the skirt the familiar stripes were gone! Her tightly shorn pussy peeked out from
her thighs, a blushing pink that matched the fresh rose of her cheeks. I wanted to feel her
luscious wetness on my tongue under her billowing cotton. I had heard scraps of her laughter and I wanted to hear her voice abandon itself to a long moan.
Out of nowhere, a waiter walked over to their table and she closed her legs. The moment was over. I finished my chicken finger, and sipped my drink. The waiter walked towards the register in the back and she followed with her tote in-toe; not even looking at me. I took my time drinking my drink; I had to calm myself. It just wouldnt do to walk the length of the restraunt with a bulge in my pants, haha.
From behind me, I overheard the waiter , Thank you, come again. Suddenly, there was a tap on my shoulder. I looked up and the skirt girls brown eyes peered down from her black-rim glasses! I said hello, and she leaned over to whisper in my ear with a smile.
I came twice in there, you soaked my panties through! Maybe Ill see you here again?
Id like that.
With that, she gathered her friend and was off in a flurry.
I didnt dare follow with the mound in my pants and my unfinished drink.
I think Ill be back soon?
The patio was packed with a chatty after-work crowd and I sat back absently watching the napkins dance in their holder, patiently waiting for my drink n dinner to round off the day. As the white edges flipped, another flash of white caught my eye. As if in perfect choreography with the napkins, a womans peasant skirt fluttered above her knees in the flirty breeze; across the aisle and not four tables from me. Her milky thighs were bright and unkissed by the summer sun. They rested easy and ever so slightly parted as she leaned back in her chair; chatting to her co-worker. As my eyes rolled up her buxom shape, she shot me a glance from her black-rim glasses. A smile grew from cheek to chiseled cheek on the rounded moon of her face. Her eyes shot away and color bloomed on her cheeks as she continued to chat with her friend.
Id been caught! My cheeks flushed and my heart raced. I looked back at the napkins, but my gaze was arrested again as she toyed with her raven hair behind her head; thrusting her generous breasts tightly against her mint blouse. She dropped her hair in a neat ponytail, resting her hands on her drink again. She shot me a mischievous grin as her friend was distracted taking a pull of her drink. Then she returned her almond eyes to her friend again. She shifted in her seat towards my table, pulling the skirt tight across her thighs. I half expected her to cross her legs (how embarrassing!). But she left her knees apart, offering me a shaded view all the way up to her parted chub-rub and the bright flash of black and white striped panties. She dropped one leg a little, freeing the skirt to dance again with the occasional thrilling candy-striped glimpse. Rose filled her cheeks as she busied herself with her private chat. I could feel my cock ache and strain against the cotton of my boxers. I wanted to taste the salty heat of her thighs under the shade of the table.
Here we go!
Suddenly the waitress blocked my view and place my a salt-rimmed glass on my table next to a side of chicken tenders. I smiled and thanked her. The waitress skipped away with the tray and a bar towel. I took a sip of Margarita to steady my nerves and took a peek up over my glass. The Chair was empty. The woman in the white cotton had vanished in the commotion. Her drink sat half-finished and her friend propped herself against the table sipping her drink in silence.
Disappointed, I set to work on my tenders. A visit to the rest room crossed my mind; I was terribly turned-on and I desperately needed relief. But who would watch my food and drink? What if she returned? I sat and ate lost in white cotton thoughts.
I lifted the last tender from the red plastic basket and I was about to take a bite when a white flash stole past me. The woman had returned! She sat down and smiled at her friend; setting her tote by her side. She had been gone for a good fifteen minutes.
My heart pounded again and she glanced at me, mid-sentence. Her eyes returned to her friend and a smile filled her face. As she lifted her glass she shifted her hips again,
pulling the skirt tight on her hips.; thrusting her knees apart. She leaned back and in the shade of the skirt the familiar stripes were gone! Her tightly shorn pussy peeked out from
her thighs, a blushing pink that matched the fresh rose of her cheeks. I wanted to feel her
luscious wetness on my tongue under her billowing cotton. I had heard scraps of her laughter and I wanted to hear her voice abandon itself to a long moan.
Out of nowhere, a waiter walked over to their table and she closed her legs. The moment was over. I finished my chicken finger, and sipped my drink. The waiter walked towards the register in the back and she followed with her tote in-toe; not even looking at me. I took my time drinking my drink; I had to calm myself. It just wouldnt do to walk the length of the restraunt with a bulge in my pants, haha.
From behind me, I overheard the waiter , Thank you, come again. Suddenly, there was a tap on my shoulder. I looked up and the skirt girls brown eyes peered down from her black-rim glasses! I said hello, and she leaned over to whisper in my ear with a smile.
I came twice in there, you soaked my panties through! Maybe Ill see you here again?
Id like that.
With that, she gathered her friend and was off in a flurry.
I didnt dare follow with the mound in my pants and my unfinished drink.
I think Ill be back soon?