It wasn't a short skirt.It wasn't a short skirt. Had she been standing on the floor rather than on the fourth rung of the library ladder I probably wouldn't have noticed her legs at all; certainly not as easily. She was reaching for a book high on the top shelf of the bookstore wall when I turned the corner, and her nylon covered calves were the first thing I saw. I stood quietly and watched her retrieve the book and come down the ladder. While the skirt wasn't short it was rather tight fitting, and as she moved the material hugged and caressed her well-shaped bottom and upper thighs, confirming in a subtle but unmistakable way my suspicions and hopes about the undergarments she wore. I smiled inwardly as in my own mind I gave her garter- belt a life and personality of its own and pictured it winking at me and saying, "Yes, you're right, I'm under here, just like you wanted me to be... and I'm glad you noticed!" I picked a book at random from the shelf nearest me, opening it and watching her as I turned the pages idly. Still unaware that I was observing her, she looked back over her shoulder as she stuck one foot slightly out to the side, checking to see if her seams were still straight. When she turned her head the other way to check the other stocking she caught me watching her and smiled with just a touch of embarrassment. Before I could even return her smile she had turned away again and had begun walking around the corner of the aisle we were in. Not wanting to appear too obvious, I waited for a moment and then followed. By the time I found her again she was at the checkout counter paying for her purchase. I also had purchases to make, but before I could work my way to the counter she had left the store and was walking away down the sidewalk. |