“Very good, Madame. Would you care to...” The waitress snagged my shoe as she pulled the last remaining high stool from the counter. “I am so sorry.”
“That's...” My train of thought was interrupted by the paleness of the legs which squeezed into the space. As the owner of the pale legs hitched herself onto the high stool, her black skirt rode up offering a tantalising view of thigh – tantalising because it was well within touching distance…. in fact her knee touched mine.
I wondered if the skin was as soft as it looked… and I looked, trying to drink in every inch of skin, every curve of flesh.
The lure of the forbidden kept my eyes darting back again and again. It was impossible to focus and the numbers swam indecipherably across the page until she shifted, dragging the skirt back into place.
I took a breath. I could cope with covered thighs.
Dipping my head back into the paper, I tried not to look… but she was gorgeous. Even from behind my newspaper it was impossible not to notice the effect she was having on the people around her.
Everyone was looking.
Everyone except me.
The glass of wine arrived and I saw the way she drank it with enthusiasm.
She caught me looking and it would have been rude to not say something.
“Nice?”
There was a shrug as she took another gulp. “Lousy morning.”
“Drinking to forget?”
“Something like that.” The girl twisted round and my eyes dropped as that damned skirt rode up.
Her legs were crossed and the tightness of the stretched material meant there was a gap. My mind was powerless: I couldn't help but imagine what I might see if I bent down. I couldn't drag my attention away from her legs or from the gap.
“How's the… soup?”
“Hmmm?” I jerked my attention back to her face. “Yes, fine. Wonderful. Amazing!” Stop talking! You sound like a crazy person. I felt my face flushing with embarrassment. She must have seen me staring at her legs.
Must have.
“That good, huh? Perhaps I'll have it next time.” I felt my eyes bulge as the legs re-arranged themselves, dragging the skirt up even higher. The black line retreated at the edge of my vision, making my heart race as I wondered what might have been revealed.
It had been indecent before.
As soon as she reached for her glass, I looked down, shielding my eyes by pushing a lock of hair behind my ear.
I only wanted a peek… but what I saw made me break into a sweat.
I swallowed as my mouth went dry.