Yes, she does

Markus spent another half hour speaking to Mary. She sat quite close to him all the time and he mostly just stared at her tits when she was talking. It didn’t seem to bother her at all. He could see her nipples moving with her breathing, and he took the time to get a clear image of her b-cup - small but close to perfection. He then slowly shifted his attention to her thighs and what was underneath. He couldn’t help but wonder how she felt about wearing those short skirts. He decided to go for a bold move.

"Mary, could you stand up? To be honest I really admire your skirt."

"You’re so .. so kind. I don’t know what to say. It's just a simple skirt, right?"

Mary stood up and made a full turn at his request. He reached out to hold her hips and he could feel them nice and round through the fabric. "Look at you, fantastic!" She blushed like a young lady in the old days.

"It's really just a simple skirt. Thank you. All my skirts are like that."

"Can't wait to see the others". Markus resisted the temptation to do anything silly. While she turned, he reached out for her hips and noticed the lining of traditional girl's underwear, but the color wasn't clear. He needed to be the gentleman, so he wouldn’t know for now. Never mind.

Mary looked at him and carefully sat down on her skirt again, not revealing anything. She appreciated the attention, and started talking about her collection of skirts. Most of them 15 inch short pleated skirts, one or two stretch miniskirts. She was enthusiastic as always.

"Do you ever worry that men will be looking?"

"Men are looking of course. But I never worry. I don't walk around showing my panties, right? Some girls are like that you know? It's all about intention." She spoke like a decent young woman who kept a good reputation. This was Mary as he knew her from school, from before he had scribbled those lines in the rulebook. It suited her.

They talked about suitable clothes. All young women wear short skirts every day, at least all her female friends did. Mary explained that you don't want to come across as a grumpy old lady. She smiled. Of course those short pleated skirts would move in all directions with a little gush of wind, but it didn't seem to be a concern. She said she was used to men looking. And of course she enjoyed serving drinks topless, where everybody was looking all the time.

"You've always worn them right?"

"Yes of course", she showed a sweet smile. "Every day, for 10 years at least. You must have seen them at school, but i guess you never really paid attention. And I totally get that. I'm just me, just Mary."

He could have written new rules just to hurry things up a bit... but he kind of liked the role she had right now. Still the same sweet Mary. She was right about intention. Some things need a little time.

A pair of large natural boobs approached him, and stopped right next to him.

"Can I get you guys anything else?", asked Joanna the waitress.

Time for him to take the lead. "No, we're good, we were about to go actually". He quickly looked at Mary... no sign that she had any other plans. Markus paid on the spot and guided Mary to the door. Still a gentleman, he held his full hand on her bum to protect it from the wind outside. Nothing more, not here, not yet. She looked at him dreamily and in anticipation. What was it that she had said? 'Just me, just Mary'.