stockings or pantihose

She decided to arrive early. Affording her the ability to watch him as he approached the table she sat at.

A bit nervous at accepting the invite but, sometime, the curiosity could not be curbed.

Understated in her dress code. Yet alluring enough to cause heads to turn and men to wonder.

She smiled to herself and wondered if she was recognisable from her pictures off the red site.

A strategic seat, not too obvious, giving sight to the entrance.

He had given the clue as to how she could recognise him. A quick scan on entering confirmed he had not arrived as yet.

She was pleased with herself.

He sat at the coffee shop across from their place of meet. Much before her entrance.

There was no chance he would have missed her.

The strength of her calves, the length of her legs....stockings? He wondered.

An alluring quiet arrogance, a peaceful confidence in her stride.

An oblivious awareness of her surroundings.

She was tall...even taller on the heels. She sat down, head at a coy tilt as she acknowledged and thanked the waitress.

He had noticed her quick scan. He smiled ruefully. She had to do better than that.

There was a pull.

This woman made him nervous. Excited. Wanting. Curious.

He needed to know more.

And as he paid his bill, she noticed him and a tingle stirred between her legs.

He was what she knew he would be. Self assured. Man. Far from perfect. Just like her.

He was sexy in himself.

"Care if i join you? " he asked, looking her straight in the eye and inviting her into his yearning.

"Please." she said, her eyes soft. Her lips delicious.

He bent down and kiss her softly and whispered

"Stockings or pantyhose...?"

" You tell me." she said, taking his hand and placing it between her legs within reach of her wet warmness.

RB.