After about 90 minutes I said "fuck this" and decided to go to a diner about a block away. I cut down a covered alley that cut through a huge departme...nt store and started walking up toward the diner. it was chilly and the wind was gusting as i crossed the street. I sort of noticed a van following me on the left. I figured the driver was looking for a place to park. I glanced over and saw the driver motioning to me. I figured he must be lost and needed directions. I walked over as the window. Removing her other shoe as the one before, she paused to curl her toes, rubbing her hand across the arch as if it were sore. Noticing his full attention from the corner of her eye, she slid on the other heeled sandal much more slowly than normal. So, accustomed to giving men what they wanted, she wasn’t even consciously trying to seduce him the way she was. As naturally as could be, her fingers traced the thin sole from front to back, just barely caressing her skin as they continued up to about. Without breaking eye-contact, I let my fingertips glide lightly, ever so lightly, over your skin, providing just the slightest touch. They slide over your belly, between your breasts, touching all the right places to arouse and titillate, torturously so, leaving you aching, craving more. And then…I stop. I take my hands off you, and for what is to you an agonizingly long moment of squirming and arching as your arousal grows, I just…study you. Study your arousal, and plan my next move. . I just blurted out, “You’re so beautiful if you weren’t married I would snatch you up in a heartbeat.”A little confused, she smiled and said, “Well, I do notice you looking at me a lot, especially because you live across the street.” Then she surprised and asked, “What are you doing when you’re watching me behind the curtain”. My heart sunk to the bottom of my stomach. I was busted big time and kind of lowered my head in shame. Then I heard her say, “Are you touching yourself while you are.