. As you're chatting you notice me glancing at your stocking top trying not stare and you catch my eye, and as I blush you give me a wry smile and win... and carry on chatting..As I'm looking around the room I notice that every time I look back you'd shifted slightly, allowing me to see more and more of your underwear until I've got a perfect view under the table of your spread stocking clad legs and moistening panties.. as you give me a cheeky glance to see me running my hand slowly running over. He'd always seen her dressed very conservatively, as she always dressed that way in town. When I told him I wasn't offended at all but hoped it would just stay between us, he assured me it would.He commented on how sexy girls looked in garter belts and stockings and told me his ex-wife had lots of outfits like that but only wore them at home and out of town. Then he said he wasn't like most guys who got jealous if another guy was checking out his wife. That he took it as a compliment. Then he. Before the words had even left his mouth, Sid had swung his staff in an arc and slammed the length of it flat on the counter with a loud bang. There was less than a half an inch between the staff and the barman’s hand that had been resting on the counter.Growling in a low voice, Sid said, “Don’t play those games with me.”The speed and ease with which Sid had swung the staff surprised the barman. He was talking and then the next thing he knew the staff had struck the counter right next to his. I danced for my boyfriend a lot and was quite thrilled at doing it for a stranger, so I danced in my miniskirt, top and heels, even flashing my bum and my knickers from the front. Then my boyfriend told me to strip, I wasn't sure but I was quite enjoying it, I took of my top first, my little boobs bouncing in my bra, then bent over and dropped my skirt. I danced in my knickers and bra feeling very liberated, but then I was told to carry on.I felt quite shy now, but by now I was already half.