Meeting Claire
I was alone in a family restaurant when my eye caught a young woman, maybe nineteen or twenty years old who kept glancing over at me. She was blonde and very pretty but what caught my eye was the outline of her nipples through her thin top, she was not wearing a bra. She was with her parents and they were chatting among themselves. I noticed that from where I was sitting I had a clear view of her lovely long legs stretching out under the table, which meant she could easily see under my table. To see what she would do I pulled the hem of my dress up my thighs and parted my legs slightly. The beautiful young woman lowered her eyes and smiled. I knew she could see my yellow thong and …