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She had thought her husband was working late, and had dressed in a tight skirt, slit almost to her hip, and a sweater that molded her shapely tits. She wasn’t going to do anything but enjoy showing herself when she entered the small, intimate cocktail lounge. At first she felt disappointed because there was only one man sitting at the bar, with a female bartender. But when she climbed onto the stool, allowing her knees to part and show one luscious thigh, the man caught the slight exposure and smiled at her.
When he offered to buy her a drink, she accepted, turning toward him on the stool, crossing her thighs. She chatted with him, minor gossip only, while the female bartender commented now and then. She discovered the man and woman were married, and owned the small lounge. Knowing they were man and wife did not dampen Jean’s desire to reveal herself. Besides, the woman was on the other side of the bar and couldn’t see across. Jean now sat on the high stool with her knees apart, her tight skirt halfway in her lap, talking quietly as the man gazed boldly at her thighs. She glanced often at the front of his pants. She saw his cock swelling along the left side of his pants, and encouraged by that response, she allowed the man to see the crotch of her tight panties by slowly drawing her skirt to her lap, carefully watching the female bartender.
When the man placed his hand on her knee, she encouraged him. She had never allowed this to happen when she flashed herself, but this night she was hot, steaming, very hungry.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.