March 4th, 2010 | 
Author: She sat so her dress rode up somewhat, displaying an enticing bit of thigh. Occasionally she bent forward, ostensibly to adjust a stocking or shoe or to look in the shopping bag she had on the floor next to her, making the hem of her dress ride up even higher, almost to her crotch, and bringing her cleavage down to a better viewing angle.
From time to time, she cross her legs, sometimes with her thighs close together and sometimes with them spread varying degrees apart for a little while, and even just let her thighs relax and her knees spread open for several seconds. We had carefully chosen our seat so her display would not be conspicuously blatant to all those passing by or in the area, but only to those who are strategically located at exactly the right angle to enable them to look up her dress or down her cleavage.
Of course, she timed her little displays to coincide with the presence of males in the area and at the proper angle to observe and appreciate the show, while at the same time looking away from these potential targets so they would feel free to look at her. She was a great little actress, performing all these things in a seemingly unconscious manner, as if she was completely oblivious to the fact that by her actions she was exposing herself.
After I had observed her display herself in this manner for a while, I was getting so turned on that I just couldn't stay away from her any more. I walked over to her and sat down close to her side. As we sat there, we talked about who had looked at her, how much I thought they could see, and what their reactions were. This seemed to get us both even more turned on. I occasionally kissed her, put an arm around her, and rested a hand at the middle of her thigh or on her hip briefly. It appeared that this helped to initially attract the attention of even more target male shoppers.
When we tired of this part of our game, Arlene told me she was getting a little hungry. Personally, I was much more horny than hungry, but her request gave me an idea. I knew that the mall had a relatively nice little restaurant which was often frequented by businessmen. It was well lighted and didn't use tablecloths, two factors which were essential to my plan.
We headed for the restaurant and got a small table towards the rear of the dining area. We sat down opposite each other, and I made sure she sat on the side of the table that was facing in the direction of several other tables, at one of which was seated a small group of businessmen. When she first sat down, she let her skirt ride up well above mid-thigh and casually crossed her legs.
The waiter came over, gave us menus and then left us alone. After we had a chance to look over the menus for a bit, he came back
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