Finally, I got a break from my hectic work schedule and headed out to lunch to a nearby restaurant.  As I entered, I was greeted by a friendly waitress with a broad smile who seated me near the lounge at a tall table with nice high back stools.

I ordered immediately and grabbed my laptop PC to catch up on some things while waiting.

It's a nice 'bar and grille' type of place, dimly lit, wide screen televisions and a friendly atmosphere. I was content there enjoying the pictures and the decor of the place, waiting to order from the menu.

As I was sitting there on the stool, I could feel my dress riding up my thighs as I kept adjusting it downward. There looked to be an average lunch crowd and I could see a few people observing my legs as they peered loudly from under my skirt.

They are magnets for some, and I catch myself absorbing a beautiful pair when I get the opportunity. Very similar to that brunette next to the salad bar over there, who was sitting in a very short red skirt with black pantyhose. Her legs were crossed ever so elegantly and dripped 'sexuality.'

"Nothing beats a great pair of legs," as the saying goes.

As I checked my email I looked around and noticed that the main dining area was adjacent to me. It was perhaps three feet below me, a 'sunken' dining room design, which allowed me a great view from afar. 

One table was just 2 feet from my legs, low enough my calves were tapping the back of the chairs, which caused some concern for me sitting so close. The place wasn't packed, so I dropped my guard and proceeded to eat my lunch, which had now arrived.

Halfway through the meal and busy on the laptop, I hadn't noticed, but there was an older couple that was seated at the table below me. I immediately was uncomfortable knowing that they were so close to me in proximity, as my legs were at eye level and a bit intrusive. I acted as if to scope out the restaurant when I noticed her husband was seated facing me. Older man, possibly retired, wearing a ball cap with military insignia printed on it.

His wife was involved in reading the menu and didn't pay my presence any attention, but with a quick glance I could see him staring at my legs. I moved my legs over to avoid them touching the back of her head, as his wife was that close.

Being 43 years old and 5'9", I knew that my gams were still attractive. After all, my mother was a ballet dancer, and the legs were pure genetics. I acted as if I didn't care and got back to my sandwich when the thought occurred to me.

"What an erotic opportunity I have," I thought to myself.

Being a formerly married woman, I yearned to respect the established boundaries, but the thought did spark a touch of arousal in me. I consider myself open-minded and I admit an attractive woman’s leg is very sensual. I had been seduced in the past by a beautiful pair