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 of legs and have always trained my eye to capture those voyeuristic opportunities.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see that my skirt had risen even higher, now exposing my thighs even more as I continued eating, paying no attention, as if I was unaware.

My heart began to race as I could see him fidget in his seat, knowing he was becoming...aroused. My legs were only 5 feet from his position and elevated, providing him a side angle view. I looked around and noticed a waitress or two looking my way, but few patrons were about now. I was overwhelmed with what must be running through this man’s mind at the moment, and it tickled my desire to pursue a reaction.

I innocently slid my left heel off and caressed my calf, as if it were sore. Slowly, I slid my foot up my leg and I could see he was compelled to follow it as his eyes were glazed in amazement. When I realized I, in fact, was teasing him, my first thought was to stop of course, but the angle and proximity were almost too much to refuse.

At the time I had pantyhose on (suntan), which seems to accentuate a woman’s legs even further.  

For the next 19 minutes I posed my legs, crossed them a few times and proceeded to caress my thighs as he clandestinely observed. I would circle my fingers around my thighs as if I was scratching an itch, enticing him even more. The feel of my hose sliding together as I rubbed them was raising my internal temperature.

A few times I would slowly part my legs, allowing him an upskirt view, which I'm sure boosted his appetite immensely. I would hold them in that position long enough for him to see my wet spot that was forming in my panties, which was very evident.

At one point during this display, I couldn't help but notice I was trembling below from this self-imposed exposure. I think I discovered how erotic it made me feel, and how I wanted to experiment with this idea even more in the future...innocently of course...

I'd visited some similar scenarios before in the past and I'd found seduction to be my friend, the catalyst for activities to follow.

Finally at one point, I glanced over at him with an innocent stare and gave him a warm smile followed by a wink from my left eye. He just slowly shook his head and smiled as if he had never had such a leg-show that close and in person. I observed his eyes follow from my heels, up my legs to the top of my skirt, with an unforgettable look. 

As his stare returned to my eyes I raised my brows, and tipped my head to the side, as if to say; "Well, what do you think?" 

His faced was flushed a blazing red and when he reached up to swipe his forehead he knocked his cap off his head, and we both separately giggled.

His wife had no idea the views I was providing her husband behind her back, and I'm sure she wouldn't have approved of my candor but I was overwhelmed with exhibitionism and it seemed my subject was equally enticed.

I glanced around to see if anyone else was observing our rendezvous to find that perhaps the guy in the vestibule, who seemed to have attentive eyes, may have noticed. I certainly didn't want to create a disturbance and remained cautious of outside intruders.

I gave that man a show that would wake the dead, if you were a leg man, for the remainder of their meal. I giggled as I noticed that she enjoyed and completed her meal while his was almost untouched.

As they left, he stared back a few more times with a look of disbelief that I'll never forget, and I'm sure he hasn't either. I often pass by that restaurant and think back on that day and wonder if he remembers.