The first thing I noticed about Kimmy was her ass. It was difficult not to as it was on my face at the time. Perhaps I should explain. You see I'd dropped my car keys out side a clothes shop and was just bending to pick them up when this mini whirlwind called Kimmy erupted out the door and knocked me over. We both fell down and somehow she ended up sitting on my face. She leapt up almost immediately and began apologizing as I picked my self up and turned to face her. I stopped dead, she was beautiful, cute as a button. A devastating smile, cute little nose and the most gorgeous brown eyes, all topped by silky blonde hair. My eyes swept up and down her body and I wasn't disappointed. A dynamite body beautifully put together with pert breasts lurking beneath a simple white top and a great pair of legs encased in what I suspected were black stockings. The black miniskirt finished at mid thigh and the ass looked as good as it had felt.
"Are you ok," I asked.
"Fine," she said, "I'm so sorry."
"No harm done," I grinned, "but how about a drink to aid recovery."
To my surprise she said yes and we adjourned to a nearby bar. We had a couple of drinks and chatted for about thirty minutes or so but I found I couldn't keep my eyes off those nylon-clad thighs. Her legs were glorious and I'm sure she was well aware of my attention wandering to them. She leaned towards me.
"Like what you see?"
I nodded slowly, letting my eyes drift down once more. Her legs parted... the skirt riding up above her stocking tops exposing an inch of white thigh. Her hand dropped down, gently caressing her own inner thigh.
"Do you have an itch needs scratching?" I asked.
"Oh yes... will you scratch it for me?"
My hand moved below the table sliding along her left thigh. I paused briefly at her stocking tops relishing the transition from smooth nylon to warm skin. My questing fingers moved further discovering the warm smooth moistness of her panties.