Silk Scarf

Michael sat at the table playing with his drink. He’d gotten his first real paycheck today and decided he deserved a dinner in the best restaurant he could afford. Of course which what they were paying entry level trainees at Donaldson & Rhobes, his choices quickly narrowed to a few. So he found himself on 11th Avenue instead of Broadway, but still he felt like he was on top of the world. Not bad for a kid from the sticks now living on his own in New York City.
The 21 year old was looking as to where his waiter had vanished to when he first noticed her, sitting at a table over in the corner. Two things immediately caught his attention. First were her eyes, vivid blue pools which seemed to sparkle even at a distance. Second were a pair of spectacular legs which although partially obscured by the table, seemed to go on forever. As best he could, he followed the line of her legs right down to the stiletto heels at the end of them.
The young man knew he was staring but couldn’t bring himself to turn away, even when he realized that he was also now sporting a first class hard on. She was older than him, late twenties or early thirties he would guess. Her dark hair was done up and she was wrapped in a sexy red dress which showcased those fantastic legs at one end and full rounded breasts on the other. All in all, Michael noted to himself, she was one very hot woman.

At first he thought it was his imagination, but then he was certain of it. She was looking right back at him, dangling one of those killer high heels off her foot. Michael couldn’t tear his eyes away and she knew it. A little smirk appeared at the corner of her soft lips as if she could read his mind and knew exactly how hard she was making his dick.
Then, unbelievably, she crooked her finger, motioning for Michael to come over to her table. Long seconds passed as he sat petrified, then like a zombie, he grabbed his drink and lurched across the room to her corner. “You look like you could use some company.” she said with that same smirk playing across her lips as she motioned for him to sit next to her at the small table.