I spotted you in a bar, where you were sat, cross-legged gently cradling a glass of wine. I noticed the lace of you stocking tops and couldn’t take my eyes off your shapely thighs. You were laughing and chatting but you knew I was watching and little by little allowed your skirt to ride higher and higher. I was with some friends. I’m pretty sure they were talking but I have no idea what was being said because I was drinki...