At the age of 35, I've only just discovered how easy it is to encourage women to flaunt their sexy bodies and not mind men looking at them. While most women don't like to be called sluts, some of the signs are pretty easy to spot: low cut tops; short skirts; tight pants.
This one, however, caught me by surprise. "Do you like my shoes?"
Niki had been chatting with me for an hour or so, crossing and recrossing her smooth tanned legs. Her loose dress kept riding up her legs, keeping my eyes on her flawless thighs. Every so often, her slim hands, with their manicured nails and silver rings, would smooth the sparkly fabric down.
"Well?" she asked, with a little pout, putting one foot up on the low table in front of us. The soft, slow jazz went on against the clink of glasses and murmured conversations in the background.
Her slim foot was arched in a very high heeled sandal. Two little leopard-skin straps crossed her toes and just held the shoe on as she dangled it. Encircling her ankle was a fine silver chain, which I fingered as I leaned forward.
"Very nice!" I commented, as my eye moved up her shapely calf and thigh.
Again, she stretched her dress over her upper thighs and leaned forward so that her hair brushed my face. "And you like my little chain?", she asked, as she also fingered it, twining her long fingers around mine.
I ran my fingers up her calf and to the inside of her knee.
"Looking for something else, Laszlo?" she giggled, letting her caramel thighs drift open slightly. Niki smiled as some people walking by our table looked at her long outstretched leg.
"So, you like slinky little dresses, huh?" I asked Niki with a smile. "This one certainly looks good on you!"
"It looks good crumpled on the floor in a corner, too!" she giggled, pulling her leg back up towards herself. I caught sight of a flash of white g-string, but, in moments, she was on her feet.
"Gotta powder my nose!" she giggled, as I watched her totter off towards the bathrooms, her svelte butt swaying under the fabric of her dress as she walked.
While Niki was gone, I watched another guy flirting with his date. I wondered if she was a hooker: incredibly short pink nylon skirt, six inch white platforms with white thigh high stockings. They were standing just a few metres away, at the bar and, even in the dim light, I could see her bare back through her mesh top.
I was willing her to turn around, wondering if the front of her top was sheer as well, when Niki returned.
"An interesting view, huh?" she said, nodding towards the pink skirt girl, as she snuggled in close to me on the sofa. I looked down at Niki's thighs which became almost totally exposed as she wriggled further into her seat.
"Mmmm, I should have touched up my lips!" Niki murmured as she leaned against me. She opened her little handbag to search for her lipstick. What I saw, though, surprised me: a crumpled piece of white fabric.
I plucked it out and held it to my nose. "Nice!" I said, laughing.
"Hey, give that back!" she giggled, loudly enough for several people around us to hear, including the pink skirt girl. She looked sharply around and I saw that the front of her top had a pattern on it, hiding her nipples, but not the generous curve of her tits.
I dangled the g-string just out of Niki's reach as she tried to grab it. The pink skirt girl was laughing too and her date had also turned to look. By now, of course, just about everyone within earshot knew what was going on, although the dim lighting limited what they could actually see.
"Can't I keep it? Please?" I laughed.
As Niki reached over me to try and grab it, her dress rode up and revealed quite a bit of her butt. My hand went down and started stroking the bare flesh.
She twisted around, surprised. "Hey, what are you doing?" she whispered.
"Just admiring something other than your shoes", I smiled, as Niki settled back into her seat, on top of my hand. "Do you mind?"
My hand kneaded her butt cheek and my fingers crept towards the cleft between her legs. She sighed a little and shifted her position, parting her legs as she did so.
The couple opposite were talking intimately to one another, but also watching us carefully. I knew that the pink skirt girl could just about see right between Niki's legs so, with my free hand, I pulled her knee to one side a little more.
"You are very wicked!!" Niki whispered, emphasising the word 'very', but she didn't resist.
In fact, her thighs fell open completely as she slid onto my two fingers. The girl opposite gasped and pointed as Niki did this but, a second later, her thighs had come together again.
"You're a hot bitch!" I whispered to Niki, nibbling her ear. She just moaned and wriggled as my fingers searched about inside her. I desperately wished it was my cock, now hard in my pants, that was where my fingers were.
"See those people?" Niki whispered back, pressing her tits against my arm.
"Yeah", I said, as I caught the pink skirt girl's eye, "And they see us too!"
"Is she on the job?" Niki asked. "She looks like it; there's no way that guy's her boyfriend".
'That guy' was also getting turned on by Niki's antics. Watching Niki the whole time, he leaned on the bar and pulled the girl in front of him, at first with his hand stroking her exposed midriff. Gradually, his fingers went to the waist of her skirt and started pushing it down her hips.
"She's not wearing panties!!" Niki whispered to me, as she continued to wriggle and squirm.
"She's not the only one!" I whispered back as I watched the guy opposite push the girl's stretchy little skirt down until her hip bone was visible. Any lower, and he'd have her mound on show as well.
"Look what she's doing now!" Niki said. We both watched as the pink skirt girl laughed with the guy and slowly rolled her top up, revealing her tanned belly. A little diamond glinted from her navel as she glanced over at us.
"She's challenging you!" I whispered to Niki.
