You're Gorgeous and I'm Curious

I love a lady in a short, short skirt, and this lady was wearing one of the shortest I'd ever seen: a bit of sky blue denim that barely reached her upper thighs and left her long, luscious legs mostly in view, covered as they were in just the tightest thigh-high white stockings.

She was perched on a barstool not six feet away, one thigh crossed over the other, her short skirt riding up her legs so high it was easy to see the white garter straps that crossed her lightly tanned flesh before vanishing under the skirt.

The rest of her was smoking hot too: nice breasts beneath a long-sleeve blue top, shoulder length bottle blonde hair, and a pretty if angular face. Maybe thirty, give or take a couple years. She was certainly better looking than the girl she was talking to. In fact she was the best looking thing I'd seen that night in the club, and that included the semi-drunk college girl my buddy was off dancing with. Like I said, I'm a sucker for a girl in short skirt.

I kept my eye on her as I nursed my vodka cranberry, imagining what it'd be like to run my hands over those sexy stockings, slowly rolling up that short skirt and diving my fingers along her panties. I was looking for a chance to go up and say hello, but this part of the club was a small bar jutting off the main dance floor, and it was loud and crowded. So I clung to my spot against the back wall, watching Miss Sexy Legs and nursing my drink and waiting for my opportunity.

Like I said, Sexy Legs was talking to a slender, brown-haired girl at the bar next to her. They had to press their heads together and shout to make themselves heard. I certainly couldn't hear them or anyone else around me, not that I cared. I had a nice buzz going and those legs were looking sweet, in fact they were getting me stiff.

She glanced over my way after a moment, no doubt she'd caught me checking her out, so I gave her a smile and an eyebrow. She turned her head back quick to her friend, embarrassed, but she smiled to herself and after a moment or two sent a few shy glances back in my direction. She had absolutely stunning red lips and her smile that really brought out the beauty in her face. Maybe she was a little flushed from the attention, as she slid one hand absently along her stocking, teasing the garter strap nervously while she nodded to some comment her friend was making.