I sit in the booth across from my wife and sip my whiskey sour as she starts on her second glass of Barefoot. Behind her are the high tables and I watch with interest as the couple takes their seats.He’s wearing jeans and a sports jersey; she’s wearing a short black dress and heels and was obviously expecting to be going elsewhere. He jumps up on the high chair with his back to me as she struggles to lift herself up and take her seat.She frowns, plops her clutch on the table and shakes her long blonde hair out as he gives the hostess a drink order. He is checking out the skirt-covered ass as she walks away. Blondie altıparmak escort rolls her eyes, looks at her phone and puts it on the table as he leans forward and starts watching the game playing on the tv screen above her.I take another sip and see her glance my way, our eyes touching for a moment. She looks away as the hostess arrives.Blondie glances at me after taking a sip from her glass – I lift mine, give her a slight nod and a smile. She looks at him before looking back at me, returns the lift of the glass and gives me a smile before taking görükle escort bayan a long sip. Her hand brushes through her hair and she turns her body slightly towards me, the black heels perched on the rung of the chair.Idle conversation with my wife as she peruses her phone allows me the opportunity to take a good look at the woman behind her. Maybe forty, petite with shapely legs and a pretty face. Sexy.Her eyes stay in my direction as she sips, only glancing at him from time to time as he watches the screen. Her hand goes under the table to the hem of her skirt and slowly lifts it higher, maybe an inch. She knows my eyes are watching.She puts her glass down and taps his arm again, gesturing to her nearly empty glass. He offers her one of his beers; she declines with a shake of her head. The hostess passes by and he once more places an order before returning his gaze to the screen above.My wife shows me her empty glass and I catch the hostess as she passes, ordering another round for us as well before looking past my wife once more. The skirt is up higher, another inch, and I can see most of her smooth upper thighs. The hostess drops off our order and then theirs.I feel my wife’s hand on mine and l pull my eyes away for a moment. Her other hand holds her phone, her eyes glued to it as her thumb moves across the screen. Playing a game, texting with someone… I don’t know and return my attention to the slowly rising skirt and exposed thighs.