Standing on the outside, looking in the window, he watched the dancers. They swung to the sounds of a band, to the beat of a music he had rarely heard. The man spun the woman around, she looked into his eyes and laughed aloud. A Japanese couple were Œwalkingı to the beat, moving in close syncopation. Another man threw the small dark haired girl he was dancing with over his back and spun her around. A tall blonde woman was dancing with a taller man, she wore a blue smock dress over white stocking. The man and the woman danced merrily, spinning and laughing and enjoying each others company. The dark haired girl and her partner swung towards the window again. He watched her spinning form with interest. Her legs toned and tanned, her bottom swinging jauntily in a short gray skirt. The man spun her again. The swirl rising the skirt, flaring it out. He caught sight of a bit more leg. Again, faster he spun her. Again the skirt swirled up, this time exposing her bottom and the dark biker style spandex shorts she wore. He rather enjoyed the view. He smiled to himself. Why would a woman with such a nice bottom want to cover it up? And if she didnıt want the world to see what was under the short skirt, why not wear a longer one? He watched the woman for a bit longer. The band stopped and people left the dance floor. A moment later the band started up again. The man outside looked in through the window. He watched the dancers twirl and stomp. The blonde woman came to the window with her dance partner. They danced, she whirled about, her blue skirt flaring and rising over her legs, encased as they were in white. The woman smiled at her partner. She twirled and whirled and laughed. Her partner moved her into a pretzel spin, weaving her in and out of his arms. She spun happily, she looked out the window and saw the man looking in. The blonde woman with the white legs and the blue dress smiled at her partner and he spun her, a bit faster perhaps for her skirt flew up a bit higher. He spun her again and this time the man outside the window saw a flash of black. Black garter attached to the top of the stockings? He smiled to himself. She spun away, smiling and looking into her partners eyes. The man smiled back at her happily. He dipped her and the music stopped. The bandıs leader shouted something loudly enough that the man could almost hear him, just a simple count 1-2-3-4! The band played a new song, the beat thumping through the windows. The man recognized it as something like an old Roman Holliday song. The couple started spinning and dancing. The woman looked out the window and smiled at the man. He knew she had seen him. The man outside the window looked in. He saw the couple spin and dance, he wished her was the one dancing with her. But he wasnıt and he knew that wouldnıt change. At the same time he could see the scene he might have had with her. He had wanted to ask her out for weeks, seeing her at her station across from his office. She stood in the doorway of the restaurant and guided patrons to their seats. Like the waitresses in the bar she wore small tight shorts. It was the whole Œsurferı theme. They were meant to look like beach betties, and she did. Her tight shirt would show off her small but firm breasts, but mostly he would watch her bottom and her legs. Every other day more or less he would have lunch there. The burger was palatable enough to choke down in return for her smiles. After a while he learned her name. Later, he asked her to go dancing. The couple in the window danced on, her blue skirt moving gracefully in the breeze and swirls of their movement. Her partner twirled her hard, her skirt flew up as she spun, revealing that yes, in fact those were garters holding up the stocking. The man watched through the window, the woman, spinning and weaving in her partners arms, saw the man through the window. He knew she had seen him. She spun again, exposing her garters a bit more. He took her home after they danced. They would kiss on the couch. He runs his hand up her thigh and feels the silky feeling of her hose. Higher up he works as they kiss deeply, he finds the garter and smiles to himself. He liked that he thought. The couple kisses more passionately. The woman in the blue dress looks out through the window at the man standing in the street looking in at her. She smiles at him again as her partner spins her around so that her back is too him. The man in the window looks out at the man outside. He smiles too. Not the warm inviting smile, but rather a knowing smile, almost one of jealousy, almost one of victory, almost one of thanks. On the couch he pushes the blue dress up farther, caressing her bare thigh top. She squirms against him, pushing her chest into his, inviting his lips with hers. Leaning against a tree the man watches the other man through the window. The man inside puts his hands on her hips and they start to sway slowly. Speed builds up, the dress moves back and forth, rising slowly. On the couch he rubs her thigh. ³I saw you, you know² The hostess looks at him. ³Saw me?² ³Flirting with the man outside. Spinning and shaking to show off for him.² She has a sly grin. ³I wouldnıt do that.² ³You wouldnıt?² The man asks. ³Nope.² ³I would hope not, good girls donıt go around trying to show their panties to men they donıt know.² He smiles at her. Through the window the girl moves back and forth more quickly the skirt flares higher, showing him the curve of her bottom and a flash of light panties. On the couch he looks at her. ³You shouldnıt tell me fibs.² She giggles. ³You know what happens to naughty girls who show off their panties and tell fibs donıt you?² The girl only smiles up at him. ³The get their bottoms spanked.² On the couch the man pulls the woman over he lap and eases up her blue dress. IT moves past her white stockings. It moves past her black garters. It reveals the cream colored silk panties. The man inside the window looks out on the man outside the window. He spins her around. Then again. Then he moves her hips back and forth again. On the couch the man brings his hand down on the hostesses bottom. It lands with a satisfying *whap*. ³Are you going to be good?² He asks her, watching as his fingers appear on the bared flesh of the tanline on his lap. She giggles, knowing the right answer, knowing the truth, and knowing that he doesnıt really want her to be good. Inside the window, a tall blonde woman dances with a taller blonde man. Her hips shake rising her skirt above the white stockings she wears. The skirt is shaken higher to reveal black garters holding the stockings up. Another shake shows the tender thighs that are encased by the stockings being held up by the garters. Her partner swings her. She twirls and then shakes her hips again. A flash of cream colored panties. A flash of black garters. The man outside sees the man inside looking at him, smiling. The woman shakes again, the skirt flies up, and this time, the man sees four red finger marks coming out from beneath the cream colored panties. He looks at the man in the window. They spin around. The woman sees him and winks. The man turns and walks back to his hotel room alone. Along the way he stops for a beer at a new bar, one with a surfer theme.