With alcohol fuelled courage she slowly crossed one leg over the other, her short skirt riding up to reveal the top of one stocking, watching him as his eyes roamed greedily up her legs before sliding caressingly over her breasts, her nipples hardening under his gaze as she leant forward to rest one hand on his knee, her lips brushing the sensitive skin of his neck, her voice low as she spoke.
"Yes! I think I'd like that a lot."
His eyes widening, he acknowledged the challenge with a steady gaze, before signalling to the barman to bring them another drink.
"Are you certain about this?" He asked, leaning over to copy her position, hand on knee and lips brushing seductively over the sensitive skin of her earlobes.
"Most definitely," Sandy replied in a whisper, making him lean closer to catch her words. He sucked in a sharp breath as she used the cover of his body to run her hand firmly over his stiff cock through his trousers before sitting back and taking a sip of the drink the barman placed in front of her.
Giving him a wink she raised her glass to his.
"To fun!"
"To us!"
Rubbing his thumb over the soft skin of her inner thigh through the silky stockings he held her gaze as she downed the rest of her drink.
"Maybe we should take this somewhere more private," she suggested with a wink.
"Maybe we should stay right here," he retorted, gesturing to his still full glass.
Acknowledging defeat for the moment Sandy nodded, the alcohol she'd consumed filling her with a heady sense of recklessness as she felt his hand slip higher up her leg beneath the hem of her skirt, brushing over the lacy stocking top before venturing higher, his knuckles rubbing against the moist satin of her panties.