After trading a couple of messages with a Redditor, having enjoyed her stories, she asked me what I would feel free to do, if I knew she wouldn’t say no. Here was my reply.
I see us going for a cocktail, easy on a Thursday night. Catch a table in the corner, I like to see the room. There are chairs, but you choose to stand. You’re wearing a flowy skirt, hints at the curve of your ass, but short enough that I can easily touch your legs, too.
While we’re talking and watching, I let my hand wander to lightly touch the curve of your back, and slide down to your ass. Laughing, smiling, and the drinks are good. I play with the hem of your skirt, twisting the material, but running my fingers over the skin of your thigh, where it meets the curve of your ass. I let my hand linger there, and look at your face. Your eyes are closed, but your lips are slightly parted, breathing easy, but a bit faster. Your nipples are poking through your blouse.