Jen nervously adjusted in her seat. She reached for her martini glass, and had to concentrate to keep from shaking. She took a long sip but the Cosmopolitan didn't help calm her nerves.

"This isn't as easy as Michael thinks," she thought to herself. She felt so exposed. She couldn't remember the last time she had worn a skirt so short. Maybe her high school cheerleading outfit, she thought with chagrin. She crossed her legs and re-adjusted, tugging her skirt down.

She heard her cell ring in her purse. She opened the phone and saw she had a text message. "Stop worrying about your skirt," it said. Jen glanced around the room, trying to spot her husband Michael. While she couldn't see him, she knew he was watching her.

Jen took a long drink of her martini, finishing it. She hesitated, letting the warm rush of vodka seep through her body and calm her. Then, trying to act as normal as possible, she re-crossed her legs, this time pretending not to notice as her skirt inched up her thighs. She glanced around the room again, looking for her husband. Instead of seeing him, she saw a lot of guys looking at her. She quickly looked back at her martini glass, now empty. Butterflies flew through her stomach. She had never felt so on display.

Michael's heart pounded as he watched his wife from the shadows. She looked so good sitting at the bar. His 25 year old blonde wife was hot. She was 5'4" and petite, with smallish breasts, a flat stomach, and a tight ass. Her best feature, besides her Cover Girl pretty face, were her long shapely legs.

Michael watched as Jen crossed her legs, his heart skipping a beat as her skirt rose just enough to reveal her black lace stocking tops. He stiffened in his pants.

A well-dressed man approached Jen, and Michael's throat went dry. He quickly finished his beer and ordered another one, never once taking his eyes off his wife.

"Can I buy you another drink?"

Jen turned at the voice. She saw a handsome, 30-something man. "Uh, yes, thanks."

The man looked at the bartender. "Vodka martini, and ..."

"A Cosmo," Jen said.

"My name is Matt," the man said, smiling and offering his hand.

Jen took his hand. "I'm Jen," she replied.

Jen tried to pull her hand away, but Matt held it. "I'm sorry to be so forward, but I can't help myself. If you don't mind me saying, you're one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen."

Jen blushed from the compliment. "Thank you."

"No, really," Matt said, as he began to caress Jen's hand in his. "You're breathtaking. You must be a model."

Jen laughed nervously. She couldn't believe how forward this stranger was being. Had the dating scene changed so much? But then, back when she was dating, she had never gone to a bar alone, or dressed in such a revealing outfit.

"Are you a model?"

"No," Jen laughed again. "I work in advertising."

"For what firm?"

"Dickstein Slater."

"Ah, yes, a good firm."

Matt finally released Jen's hand when the drinks arrived. "To my beautiful new friend," Matt toasted, clinking his glass against Jen's.

"Thank you again," Jen said, feeling more and more uncomfortable. She almost jumped when she felt Matt's hand on her knee.

"You have incredible legs," Matt whispered in Jen's ear, his hot breath giving her a chill.

Jen's instincts were to push Matt's hands away. But she knew her husband was watching. "You ... you probably say that to all the girls you meet in bars."

"I'm wounded – you think I'm a gigolo?" Matt asked, pretending to be hurt. Matt and Jen both laughed, breaking the tension. But Matt didn't pull his hand away. He began to lightly draw circles on Jen's leg with his fingers.

"Umm," Jen started, her heart in her throat. Her instinct was to make Matt stop, but she knew Michael would want her to let Matt play for awhile. Not knowing what else to do, she took a long sip of her Cosmo.

Matt's grin grew. Taking Jen's inaction as permission, he began moving up her leg, from her knee to her thigh.

"You're very sure of yourself, aren't you?" Jen finally managed to say.

"I'm curious, that's all," Matt said with a boyish smile.


"Curious about what?"

"About what this feels like." Matt moved his hand higher until his fingers touched Jen's lace stocking tops. He rubbed his thumb across the soft lace. "This is so sexy."

Jen looked down, seeing Matt's hand on her exposed stocking tops. She had forgotten how high her skirt had edged up her thighs. She covered Matt's hands with hers, stopping his upward movement. She forced a smile. "I think that's far enough, Matt. I've only just met you."

"I'd love to get to know you better," Matt said, undiscouraged.

"Maybe, but not tonight. I think I'd better go." Jen got off the bar stool and tugged her skirt down. "Thank you for the drink." She almost turned to go, but then paused. Hesitantly, she kissed Matt on the cheek. "Maybe I'll see you again," she said, then turned for the door.

Jen's legs were shaky (and her nerves raw) as she hailed a taxi. The trip took 20 minutes, but even after getting home her heart still beat wildly. Five minutes later the door opened and Michael entered. He looked flustered and excited. "God, you were so good tonight!" Michael said as he took his wife into his arms.