A quiet drink with a twist
I'm sat there in a hotel bar, alone after spending the day at a conference talking to the bar man. A mature woman, no more than 50 years old, pulls up the seat next to me, I smile politely as she sits. I notice she has very long, slender legs yet she is still shorter then me, the tops of her stocking peak out from under her knee length black skirt as it rides up. I try not to make it too obvious that I saw, but she catches me out of the corner of her eye. She just lets slip a smile out of the corner of her mouth. She orders a white wine, as she collects her change, her elbow catches the glass, that topples onto my lap. I jump with a look of surprise, she looks up at me with a cheeky smile before carrying on the act that she was truly apologetic. With napkin in hand she begins to pat me dry, starting at my inner thigh working her way up to my groin. As she pats me dry her hand grasps my shaft, and lingers there. I take her hand, and say "It's ok, I've got a spare pair upstairs I can cha
