Slightly off to my right and 2 tables away sat an interesting looking brunette. She also was on the bench seat. She was wearing a black full length winter coat that was undone enough to reveal a mid length skirt and long nylon clad legs. She was entirely over dressed for this little bar.
Her legs were crossed and dangled about a foot off the floor. Her coat was parted only enough to allow her some freedom of movement for her legs. I thought I detected a white blouse and some cleavage but I wasn’t sure. I saw her glance in my direction and I nodded a polite hello. She cracked a small smile and nodded back.
I tried to work, I really did but my eyes kept returning to her nylons. I sat there looking at her legs lost in the imagination of running my hands up and down the smooth nylons, following the curve of her calves and sliding my hands up her thighs. I felt my penis start to harden and looked up guiltily to see her watching my face. When our eyes met she had an amused expression on her face. I smiled and mouthed the word sorry. She smiled back and shrugged her shoulders. I went back to my work and managed to work for a minute before looking at her again. When I looked up she had undone two of the lower buttons on her coat and I could see more of her legs.
I looked up and found her again looking at me with a bigger smile and I cocked my head to one side as if I was going to ask a question. She slowly brought her finger up to her mouth and gave me the shhhh sign. I looked from her face back to her legs and then back to her face again and gave her a nod. The communication was obvious and she responded by undoing more buttons on her coat and showing me more leg. I was about to speak so she silenced me with a look but opened her legs so I could see up her skirt. My erection was starting to strain my pants and I shifted myself abound to make myself more comfortable.
She continued to undo her coat, moved her scarf so I could see the soft swell of her breasts and her white blouse. She stood to take her coat off and deliberately dropped one of her gloves onto the floor. She leaned over to pick up her glove giving me a great view down her top.
I decided to take a chance and scribbled a note on my note pad.
Downstairs meeting room 2 minutes?
I put the note pad on the bench seat in between us where she could read it without appearing to be interested. Our eyes met again and she nodded yes and looked toward the door sending me a message. I closed up my note pads and left it on the table with my other junk and made like I was going to the men’s room. The meeting room door was open as usual and I slipped inside to wait.